The club was dark when Sage entered. Every man in the place had his eyes riveted toward the stage where a flaming little she-devil danced. He watched for a while, then shuffled around trying to talk to a few of the men. He got nowhere. It was plain where their attention was and had no choice but to settle back and watch the rest of the show.
He squirmed in his seat while his libido did the Wah-Watusi. He’d never seen any woman who oozed s*x appeal like this one and had to admit that the show she put on could raise the flag of a dead man. But he wasn’t dead, and she was doin’ one hell of a job on him.
He slipped out to the men’s room, but by the time he came out, the show was over. He thought he’d missed her until he happened to see her sitting at the bar.
“What can I get you?” the barte
