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Andĕl and Bohdan. I’d already taken some cash from the safe to give to Bohdan and had a word with some of the others. A little announcement was planned for him at the end of the night.
    As always, Bohdan climbed down from the podium with his shorts stuffed with cash and the spotlight dimmed for the duration of a couple more songs before it was Sasha’s turn. Ralph, the British DJ whom I’d recruited four years ago while on a trip home, cut the music and picked up his mic.
    “Something special for you tonight, guys. We have a new dancer!”
    A roar of appreciation went up from the clubbers.
    “Please give a warm welcome to our new Russian boy, Sasha!” Ralph lowered the mic and set up the next track. As the intro began, Sasha emerged and strode confidently toward the podium. The crowd around it parted to let him through. He climbed up and stood in the middle, feet a little farther than hip distance apart.
    My pulse quickened and my mouth went dry as I waited for him to start moving. He tilted his head back and half closed his eyes as he had in his rehearsal. He didn’t look scared or embarrassed; more as if he were imagining himself elsewhere, the way he’d said he did.
    Sasha moved slowly at first, swaying with the music, hands raised above his head. His outfit consisted of a black silk shirt, so tight the buttons threatened to come undone when he moved. His loose black pants were wide enough in the leg for him to kick them off over his boots. Heat rushed to my groin as I anticipated him stripping.
    It didn’t take long. A minute into the song, and the rapt audience was treated to an almost-naked Sasha, gyrating and thrusting his hips in every direction. He didn’t appear aroused, but as the music pulsed, he ran his hands down his body, cupping himself and stroking until his cock swelled. Mine thickened and throbbed as I watched.
    A tall man reached up with a note in his hand, caught hold of Sasha’s ankle, and tucked the money into his boot. He kept his feet still while his body continued to move rapidly. A number of other men followed suit, pushing money into Sasha’s boots. Some stretched up to tuck their bills into the back of his shorts or one of the legs. One man took the opportunity to give Sasha’s ass a squeeze, caressing the exposed part of his buttock just a little too long. I clenched my jaw, my heart thudding. There was nothing between Sasha and me, but I felt the same possessive pang I’d felt when I watched Phillippe dance.
    I glanced over at one of the security guards, poised to step in. But Sasha stepped away from the groper, dislodging his hand and turning to give the men on the other side of the podium a better look. I stared at his ass, wondering what he’d look like under the shorts. His chest was smooth and hairless with only a narrow line of hair leading from his navel into his waistband. I imagined his pubic region to be neatly trimmed.
    “Damn it,” I muttered. My balls ached, and I wondered why I was denying myself. I could probably seduce Sasha the way Karel did with the boys he liked, but I couldn’t help thinking Sasha might go along with it out of gratitude, and I didn’t want that.
    I released a frustrated sigh as he finished his dance and paused for a moment to allow his captive audience to tuck more money into his underwear or press it into his hands. Abruptly, he climbed down from the podium, grabbed up his discarded clothes, and went back to the dressing room.
    “Hot, yes?” Kris leaned over the bar so I could hear him above the music.
    “Uh, yes, he is. Get me a beer, please, Kris.”
    The rest of the evening crawled by. I watched the other dancers perform another routine each. Then Bohdan and Fran took time out for lap dances. I didn’t see Bohdan for the rest of the night and assumed he was making the most of his admirers, to top up his dance-school fund. Sasha danced twice more in the next two hours, wearing different outfits from the supply Tomáš had helped him