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to keep the smile off her face. Darrell was beginning to see she had an uncanny ability to know exactly what he was thinking.
     “My name is Veronica Winston. Everyone calls me Roni.”
     “Nice to meet you, Roni. Is this your club?”
     “Yes. I’m part owner.”
     Darrell nodded then looked at her with curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking, exactly what job openings do you have available? Bartender? Bouncer?” He paused and lowered his voice. “I’m good with my hands, so keep that in mind…”
     Again the women snickered and laughed while exchanging knowing glances. The frown on his face became more pronounced as he took note of how closely they'd been watching him since he walked in. The entire time he was talking to Roni, they leaned close together and whispered amongst themselves before laughing as if they had a secret. This was one hell of an interview.
         “Darrell, Club Ecstasy goes beyond that of a regular nightclub. This is, after all, Las Vegas. The cover charge is very high, but we offer a lot more than just the average club scene.” Roni paused before continuing. “One of the shows we put on is a male revue every Tuesday and Thursday on the second floor - those are our busiest nights. Women line up hours in advance to ensure they get a good seat, and of course, the men will flock to wherever the women are. Therefore, as you can guess, we have no shortage of customers.”
     Darrell had been listening intently, waiting on her to tell him about the job. When she stopped talking as if she were finished, he was left even more perplexed. “Okay. So my job would be…..” He looked at her expectedly to finish the sentence.
     “If you’re interested, I’d like you to audition to be one of the dancers of Men of Fantasy.”
     Darrell was sure he’d misunderstood. “Excuse me?”
     “If you meet the qualifications, I’d like to hire you to be one of the dancers.”
     Darrell’s face was blank for a moment before he burst out laughing. This had to be a joke. When none of the women joined in, he realized she was serious. “You for real? You want me to be a stripper. That’s the job?”
     “Men of Fantasy are more than just strippers.”
     “They take their clothes off in front of women for money, don’t they?” Roni nodded. “Like I said. You want me to be a stripper.”
     “Our men give our customers more than just a run of the mill strip show - a lot more. They’re entertainers who know how to work a crowd and make each customer feel as if she‘s the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.”
         Roni stood up and walked over and slowly circled him, studying him up and down as if she were looking to make a purchase. “How old are you?”
     “I just turned twenty.”
     “Oh my God, Roni, he’s a baby!” one of the women exclaimed.
      “Old enough in Vegas,” Roni briskly answered. “I told you he has the look. He’s perfect.”
     “True….” another chimed in. “He would definitely enhance the act.”
     “Eventually, he could be the headliner. He’s very sexy,” a third one added.
     Darrell looked from one to the other as he listened to them talk about him as if he wasn’t even there. He felt like a piece of meat. “Excuse me. I am standin' here….” he told them, somewhat amused.
     Roni came around and stood in front of him. “Darrell, there are several things that set us apart from a ‘strip show’ as you call it. There’s an unparalleled showmanship that seduces the women into believing they can have what would normally be considered an unobtainable dream. Women are different from men. Men are visual creatures. When they go to a strip club, all they want to see are tits, pussy, and ass and they’re happy. Now I’m not saying that women don’t want raw, graphic sexuality, but they want the fantasy of it