Home on leave, an Army recruiter saw me at a gym in the ring with one of the Navy recruiters he knew. Watching us he commented, “You’re strong and handle yourself pretty good. I know the owner of a club looking for a guy to work the door and floor. You can earn some good side money. Interested?”
That night I started at The Black Orchid. I wonder sometimes whatever happened to Denise from that club. We had shared that jolt of sexual electricity–that tingling touch that makes stomach muscles twitch and triggers the ache of wanting more–I share in this little vignette. But it’s what happened afterward–her abrupt disappearance–that’s always puzzled me (though I have a suspicion), even now when I hear that song that brings it all back.
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