How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinkling his devilish rum...soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic foreign climes.So. Especially “down below”; I rinsed myself off but didn’t dare do much else, as I started feeling excited again at the touch of the soapy liquid.I got out of the shower feeling clean, refreshed… almost like myself. Except I wasn’t myself, I hastened to remember. I was… someone else? I threw on a pair of boxers and a white undershirt that hung way too low on my frame, then started to investigate.“Shawna Milner,” I said, reading off my driver’s license. It was tucked in my wallet where it should. We pulled into the parking lot and we walked in and we were stopped by the bouncer and we asked for the manager. He pointed out the blond woman at end of bar. We walked up and introduced our selves to her she asked how can I help. My wife said that are you hiring girls to dance she said yes and told me to stay at bar and for me to follow her. I walked behind her to a back room. She sat down and told me to sit too. She said this in all nude club and if you do decide to work here you dance 3. ..all this for you...' I almost panic as I watched the guy in front reach for the bell and pull it. I thought that it was all over and they would be getting off at the next stop, the bus slowed and the guy in front called out '...getting off, getting off, let's through...' The guy behind me pushed me forward behind his confederate, who move very slowly through the crowded as if the three of us were together. I tried to slide out from between the only to have the guy behind me pinch my side and.