Watching as she left the stage and made her way backstage, the only thought that occupied his mind were impure and lustful. Starting to calculate how much he'd already spend so far, woundering how much more he could mindlessly spend without regreting it in the morning.

The problems of the real world never seem to completely fade away without the help of alcohol. Forever making thoughts evaporate like a puddle of water on a hot summer day. He thought to himself.

"Growing up is fun, they said. The ultimate freedom they said." Speaking outloud without realzing it. By the time he did, he couldn't help but chuckle."I have a fucking problem.". He went on to say, beer to his lips before taking a sip.

Now on the stage, the beautiful, mind altering, Jennfier Tally. A blond hair beauty accompanied by an astonishing body. Curves in all the right places. Breast, belly, thighes, legs, glutes and last but not least an amazing booty, round and firm.

Hank finds himself unable to enjoy the view. Although what else was new. Being unable to allow himself to surrender his thoughts. Lose himself in the moment. Any moment, even for a few seconds, has become a miricle within it self.

A mondern day Maryln Monroe taking off what little clothes that were attached to her body to begin with. Slowly exsposing herself. Her light red nippies. Tiny and petite. Reminding him of hersey kisses. Gum drop nipples, as he would call them.

What's on his mind. The fact that it were a Sunday night, and sooner rather then later he would have to return to the real world. But thank god he had an out of town wedding to attend this weekend. Which was the perfect excuse to make it a four day weekend. Buying an extra day out of the office. Away.

Originally he were suppose to drive home tonight. But then decided to stay another night. For reasons even he wasn't aware of.

For him it was a dying desire to do something. Go somewhere. Anywhere but home. Anywhere that offered him some type of escape. Somewhere like here.

A place where when he first stumbled upon, all his worries and thoughts of the future and life began to melt away. It were as if an establishment such as this offered him solace. At least at one point in time it did just that. For reason's he were unaware of. Other then the obvious of course, which he knew wasn't the truth for his contentment. Yet he couldn't think of anothe reason, or not a logical one at that.

Then one day, out of nowhere. That comfort. The solace. The peace that strangly enough, places like this once oftered were no more. A lot like any vice, the distraction in which once freed his mind no longer bestoted that same power.

Endlessly staring in to the obyss of life, paying little to no attention to the stage or the entertainment in which had been at the center of it. Mindlessly throwing a few dollars every thrity seconds or so. Purely muscle memory mixed with the perfect blend of muscial reflexes. Tipping solely on the beat of the rhythm in which came through the speakers.

Just as the question of what am I still doing here, entered with the thought of leaving not far behind. The expectedly unexpected happened. A drop dead gorgeous brunette walked up and sat down next to him.

Although instead of being intimate in one way or another. She simply sits down next to him. Turning so she's facing him, yet not close enough to touch him.

No light touch on the shoulder as she walked around. She doesn't brush his leg with her fingers. Doesn't go in strong or overbearing by sit on his lap. Yet her initial intention is the same never the less. To sell him on a dance or two.. Maybe even a few drinks. Although her pitch isn't like anything he's seen... There is no pitch...

She gazes at the beautiful woman on stage cheering. Throwing dollar bills on the stage, motiving her fellow counter part.

Hank stares her way, endlessly puzzled by her complex approach.... The simple facts that she didn't seem to have one. After a minute or two he thought to himself that maybe she didn't have an angle, because she in fact didn't work there.

Oh fuck. The first thought that organized words, stringing them together. Had he been so self obsessed, oblivious with the world all around him. He mistaken a drop dead gorgeous woman for a dancer, simply becuase of her fatal attraction. 

He couldn't help but ogle at her essences. The way in whch her hair had been parted. The slit in her dress that had begun at the top of her thigh,  making the open break wide and inviting. Yet all the while showing very little skin considering the circumstances. Appearing more along the lines of a Bond girl then a night club entertainer.

She could feel his eyes on her. Watching as she bent over the bar like area that circled the stage. Leaning in to throw her cash. Stunning at a premier height of five feet four inches withouth her heels, which complimented her dress flawlessly. A dress heel, that screamed high society, not necessarily business attire.

"Wooo hooo!" She screamed as she threw another light stack of ones on the stage. Smiling, giggling. Making the most of the moment before turning back around, intentionally catching Hank's gaze.

She knew he had been pining over her, or so she were almost certain. She could tell by the way in which he seemed to show little interest to the stage, that he wasn't really watching the show. Seeing, although not engaged.

This might have been the first moment he seen her, but this isn't the first time she noticed him.

Maintaining eye contact as she slowly moved back over to the chair next to his. Even as she took her seat she never broke the connection. In that moment Hank knew how the events of their conversation were going to go... Or so he thought.