“What do you mean, bartending is your *second* job?” I ask Desmond incredulously. He smiles, winks, and answers: “It’s better that I show you.” Moments later I find myself in a place I’d never thought I’d end up – a male strip club, and I’m caught in a mixture of shock and arousal as I watch Desmond gyrate to the music; unable to look away as he dances suggestively for me and the screaming patrons, slowly revealing more of his wonderfully toned, muscled body as each layer of clothes slide off.