There are other clubs besides Barney’s to have fun in,” she smiled. “First, a nice romantic, sexy dinner then some dancing and hopefully some ac...ion for us.”“There can’t be much happening on a Monday night.”“I did my homework and there is tonight.”Dan parked the Shelby and escorted Tina through the main entrance of the Convention Centre. “Show me off to the men,” she asked taking his hand.The heels of her high heel shoes announced her every stride along the ceramic floor, added height accenting. Spotting the crotchety old woman who lived across the street sitting on her porch, Amy called out, "Hi Mrs. Henderson!" and waved. As usual, the old woman seemed to completely ignore her, but then Amy clearly heard, Young people these days, always desperate to draw attention to themselves, even though Amy was sure that Mrs. Henderson's lips hadn't moved.I have always been pretty desperate for attention, Amy conceded. She recalled her high school days, where after constantly being rejected by. There were people everywhere. Men, most of them, but peering into the crowd, I could see the occasional woman as well. Some of them were dancers, some of them were old high school friends, but most of them were strangers.And they were all looking at me.Stage fright has never really been a factor in my life - I’ve never really had any interest in performing, but on the few occasions I’ve had to stand in front of a crowd, I’ve always been too busy looking out for something suspicious to be. If you'd have told me then that the nerdy, skinny k** who just started working for us who couldn't tell time and had big crooked front teeth and huge glasses who looked like a four but fucked like a ten, I wouldn't have believed it. The fact that she fucked me like a ten wouldn't have even crossed my mind.3.I closed the shop many nights. For some reason, the company decided that our store stay open until 11:00, seven days a week. Nights were a quiet time, especially during the week, with few.