My name is Nick Claus. I am a strip club owner in New York City. My club is called Jingle Balls. I thought it was a great name, with my name being Nick Claus; people have always associated me with Christmas. I don't give those kinds of gifts. Business is sticking, if you know what I mean. I am rich, handsome, and I live life wild and free. Some people would claim that my lifestyle is dangerous and unstable, but are you a billionaire?

"She is desirable," Holly said, licking her lips. The drool escaped the bottom of her lip.

Holly was my bartender, and we were watching a new stripper working the pole on an amateur night.

"Yes, she is."

I was already planning in my head all the things I plan on doing to her today. Yes, I fucked many of the dancers, male or female. I even fucked Holly. She was a good fuck. She was willing to do anything, and I love that, but Holly wanted more. She liked the sentimental shit, which I couldn't offer. I don't get into a committed relationship. Sex is like candy to me. Some nights I like chocolate; other nights, I want something fruity.

The new stripper got done dancing on the stage. I was dying to get acquainted with my new friend. I do not doubt in my mind that she wouldn't want some dick. Women and men couldn't deny my charm. She was backstage getting ready for her following number.

"Hello, darling." I flashed her my most devilish smile.

"You're Nick,'' she said, reaching out her hand.

Oh, I don't want your hand. I shook the stripper's hand anyway. She smiled. She walked closer to me and put her arms around my neck.

"Are you a naughty girl?"

She bit her lower lip. I feel myself growing hard. I turned her around, telling her to bend over. She followed the command. I pulled back her thong, and I entered her asshole. I fucked her roughly, and I slapped her in the ass as she moaned for me loudly. " That's a good girl," I told her as I hit her ass one final time.

I zipped my pants back up. " That was splendid" I left and exited the room. I went to the bar, and Holly poured me a glass of Whiskey. I liked Lady's night, but my mind craved the gentleman's night. I loved the excitement and energy.

The firefighters make me horny, wanting their hose. The police officers thrill me; nothing is more exciting than being cuffed. I drink down my whisky. Watching a group of rowdy girls. I walked over to them and joined them. They danced around me. Within one dance, her ass swung back to face my dick. I put my hands on the bottom of her ass and nibbled at her ears. I rubbed my dick on her ass.

The song ended, and Holly called me to the bar to handle a dispute.

"Are you the owner?" asked a man I never saw before. It was rare that I get a guest outside my regular customers.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Your prices are ridiculous; how do you expect a normal person to pay for these prices?" he hissed, slamming down his glass on the countertop.

"Normal people, you mean underclass." I rolled my eyes.

" That's Rude and unprofessional," he snapped.

"Rude, maybe, do I care, no!"

His face grew red. His fist formed tightly to his side.

" There are cheaper bars across the way."

The man walked out of the bar. He was huffing and puffing on his way out. Holly just looked at me and shook her head. She has discussions with me from time to time about kindness or whatever she called it. I don't pity stupid people. The fool walked into a bar and knew he couldn't afford it.

The bar was finally closing. I kissed some of my guests goodbye. The janitorial crew will be here in a few hours. I hardly await Dan's arrival. He was one of my favorite playmates.