Sundays nighs were always one of the slowest days of the week. By this time everyone had thier weekend fun and were preparing to get back to the real world Monday morning. Iroining their suit pants, packing the kids lunches. Whatever it had been that their real life had in store for them.

Although, there had always been a handful of people whom would come in through out the night, some would stay longer then others. But the club would never be too full, or even steady.

With less customers occupying the floor, meant there were of course less ladies working it. Mostly they would do there sets and then one or two would be walking the floor or sitting at the bar. Although there wouldn't be many, if any, really going around interacting with the patrons.

This made for a quiter night, one in which Hank wanted anything but. He needed an escape. Something to take his mind off things. Off the facts. The facts that life in deed kept reminding him were as real as the air he breathed.

As he stared mindlessly at the gorgeous woman on stage. So elegantly put in the effort to perform the best performance she could, regardless of the lack of memebers in the audience.

Making her way across the stage, her eyes lock with Hanks. Although she gave him her best, alluring gaze, smiling ear to ear, showing that she had more then long legs and curves were men gulked at the most.

Intrigued by his lack luster of interest in her charming smile. She makes her way over to him, slowly, seductively. Reaching him, arching her back towards the stage, leaving her exposed back side in his direct sights. Ploddingly turning, she now arching back, facing him. Hands on the stage, knee's bent. Placing her foot on the bar below, she pushes her thigh out. Allowing him to reach her leg garment. Where in doing so he places in his tip, instead of throwing it onto the stage.

She pauses for a minute or so, allowing him time to put in his tip before speaking. "So are you having fun tonight?" Although the question seemed, mondam and rotine. He second guessed the question as if his misery had spread through out the club like a air borne disease.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be." He replied using his best, most intriguing smile. Pretending whole heartedly that he could focus on anything, but the one thing he were trying so hard to forget.

She just stared at him endlessly. Poundering on what to reply, for she never had anything ask her a question in which the answer could only seem real and morbid. So she does what taught to do, turn the frown upside down, by distraction and alure.

"Why don't you let me steal you away for a little one on one fun." Her voice's base had been without a doubt phoney, her reply thoughtless. The reply made little to no sense to Hank. Yet he knew it wasn't suppose to, but even so. He thought her pitch would be somewhat on key.

He couldn't be sure why, but suddenly he had no desire to follow her into the darkness. The escape from the horrors of reality as he knew it.

Sitting there, with her hutched over, leaning on the chair. Her face close to his, although not as near as close as her chest had been. Hovering just over him. Hank could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Sprayed strategy right in the center of her chest cavity, inbetween her breast. Alluring both by sense of sight and smell.

"As tempted as I am, and I am very tempted. I think I'm going to have to pass. Maybe later though." He said. His tone and conviction somehow more convincing then her's. Probably, well, most because it wasn't a complete lie.

After he had some time to dwell on the choices he made, where his life is it and where ever it is he's going. He's more or less going to need a sweet escape from the sufficating horizon of his thoughts.

Some time passed. More then he realized as he noticed that there was a shift change. The dancers in which Hank mindlessly gawked over were no longer present. Taking him longer to notice then it should have, or so he thought.

The thought then entered his mind. One he wished didn't. He has become so intertwined with dread, stress and anxiety of life, work and the nine to five bullshit. The eternal fear his life will slowly without warning transform into an altered unfunny, barely bearable, hell loop of Office Space.

That he missed out on the purest form of joy he has come to know. Beer and boobs. The greatest escape from the mundane mind of a souless sellout. Whom's life has already flashed before his eyes, and he's not sure it's even worth watching, let alone living.

Snapping out of his trance by the loud and repeating clapping out of a gorgeous blonde's heels on the stage in front of him. Her heels clapped together as she opened and close her legs, fully exposed and giving Hank the full show.

Never the less, by the time he realized the show had began it was over. The clapping of her heels managed to get his attention just in time for him to tip her. Putting two twenty on the stage, although he only intented to put one. Not that he felt it had been necessary to tip even twenty, although for some reason it made him feel slightler better.

Partly because in a twisted, deranged way, to him, it justifed him selling his soul to corperate America, but mostly because he knew she would see it. The smile. The charlatan smile followed up with a suductive, flitatious thank you. An intense and memoring moment in which her gaze would pull his better senses from his mind. Leaveing him completely blissful. Infatuated with her beauty, her sexual divine.

Instead of reaching for the twenty he placed on the stage infront of her. She does the crab walk towards him. Already towards the end of the stage, it only took a step or two before her feet were on the bar area and her bodacious booty hung off the side of the stage.

Focused and completely infatuated with her, anticipating what she's doing, what she's going to do next. He paying no attention to the money he put on the stage. So he finds it folded like in half long ways slowly making it's way up her body. From the bottom to the center of her chest, inbetween her immense breast.

His eyes now on the twenty which her eyes are locked on. Slowly going up the crest of her boobs, as it makes it out the top. She pushes back towards him. To his mouth. Using her free hand, she gentle pushes down on his putting the twenty in his mouth party, before pushing his chin back up.

She wraps her hands around the back of his head and pulls him towards her. Shoving his head, along with the twenty dollar bill inbetween her breast as she twist and shakes her upper body. Once he gets the idea and his head is secure within her breast, she moves her hands to each side of her boobs, and pushes them againest his face. Allowing him a glimspe, a tease of a private dance. She takes the twenty from his mouth using her boobs.

Still partly on the stage, her song not completely up yet, but by the tone of the beat, the end had been near. She turns to climb back on the stage. In the process she archees her back shakes her booty, even goes to give it a smack as she turns to him and smiles. Runs her left hand down the side of her ass towards her thigh. In which she had a garter on, she slips a finger in, pulling it open slightly. Hank without a check thought, places another twenty in. As he does, she lets go quickly, allowing it to snap shut.

She smiles, ear to ear. Making strong eye contact. Letting her hair slightly drape in front of her face. Giving it a semi messy, imperfect, perfect look. Setting the tone, by giving the tense a few seconds to set. Then she finally speaks. "Thank you, handsome, maybe we can have fun later." Bitting her lower lip as she said it.

Making a general statment, not asking a question. She slowly moves back onto the stage as the song had been coming to an end along with her set. Gathering her tips and such. She moved quicker doing so, getting off the stage not to impeed on the next performer.