"How. Just how?" Amira asked as the bright lights of the club started spinning around them. People walked past dressed in all manner of skimpy clothing, some buff guys wearing nothing more than a speedo while some girls had their breasts hanging out with little stickers covering their nipples. As for the stages spread out around the outside of the dance floor with poles, they we now occupied by dancing patrons as it looked like strippers were given a night off. For Amira who came from a conservative family, this place was like another world to her.
But that wasn't what she was asking about.
"How did I get an invitation when Deanna and Rick told me they couldn't get me one in time?" Laz asked with a grin, walking with Amira up to the bar. Amazingly for Amira, the crowd around Laz seemed to part as soon as he came close, almost like they were intentionally opening a way for him.
"Yeah...."
