Chapter 4
The crowd went wild as she slowly peeled off her costume.
It untied easily, tiny wisps of it drifting toward the stage while her firm, young breasts bounced to the beat of the music. The men looked on in excited, inebriated delight as she wrapped herself around a metal pole and shimmied beneath the glowing moon, oozing sex appeal. As she went into her finale all that remained of her costume was a tiny thong and a web of spidery material that wrapped snugly around her perfectly shaped legs. The men eagerly pushed forward, rough, brutish hands filling up her thong with bills, hoping it would buy them just one small caress of the perfect body that danced before them.
But Sugar was indifferent to the drooling crowd around her—to their shouts, to their struggle for her attention. Instead, she looked deep into the belly of the club, her eyes searching along the bar, the corners, the hidden nooks…for only one