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same pluckiness that Piper exudes. She hands me my ‘Jizz Fizz’ cocktail, which consists of vodka, rum, orange juice and a drop of Bailey’s in the centre, and we go to find a table.
    We spend hours dancing. Piper can really move; all the men flock around her, she lets off this sexual aura, it’s incredibly intense. I find myself wanting what she has; I’d love to be as confident when talking to men as she is. We eventually head back outside. As soon as the cool air hits me, I start to sway.
    “That was so much fun,” I shout, as we head out of the door, the music still ringing in my ears making it difficult to determine the volume of my voice. I have a massive grin on my face, and for the first time in a long time, I feel alive. I’m not just a waitress in a city so big that I’m a minute speck, not worthy of being noticed. I’m not just an ex-wife and mum, I’m a real person, having fun, doing the things I should’ve done as a teenager. I feel like I could do anything right now. “Let’s go to this club of yours.” I wink at Piper. She links her arm in mine and we trot off down the cobbled streets, towards Lust.
    When we arrive outside Lust, there isn’t much in the way of advertisement for it, apart from the sign which states that it is a ‘Gentlemen’s Club’. Two large men in suits guard the door to the entrance, Piper greets them both by name, introducing me to Dexter and Shane. I say hello to both men. Shane looks like the elder of the two men, he has a beard and long brown hair, he seems more of a hippy type than a security guard. Dexter, however, is hot! He has long black hair, which hangs over his forehead, and broad shoulders. He has unique grey eyes and the cutest smile.
    “Nice ta meet ya, Jasmine,” he says, with a wink. My knickers melt; he has a Cheshire accent but there’s a hint of Irish in his tone. The intensity with which he’s staring at me has me clenching my thighs together.
    “Nice to meet you too, Dexter. Please, call me Jazz,” I reply.
    “Stop hitting on my friend, Dex,” Piper says, as she pulls me away and into the club, I follow behind, nervously.
    I’m not sure what I was expecting, maybe some seedy pole dancing club full of sweaty old men, a shabby bar and a few half naked women? That’s not what is in front of me, though. Instead, I witness elegance and class. We walk past a booth where a group of men, all dressed in their finest outfits, sit on plush red velvet sofas.
    At the bar, two girls in skimpy, but classy, outfits serve drinks to customers. There’s a stage in the middle of the club where a girl is performing for the men, who sit transfixed by her skills on the shiny metallic pole. It is a beautiful place, full of deep reds and black furnishings. None of the girls are actually naked, they are all covered, apart from the girl on the pole, who has just taken her top off. The men all keep their hands to themselves, placing notes on the stage at her feet when she has finished her performance. I watch as she leaves the stage, including her notes, and goes behind a curtain, towards the back.
    A man appears from the side of the stage, it’s dark and his face is hidden by the shadows, he collects the notes and then disappears behind the curtain, too. Piper motions for me to head towards the bar, and I realise that I’ve been stood staring at my surroundings for far too long.
    We order our drinks then make our way towards one of the tables.
    “Hey, Pipe, you working tonight?” A petite redhead asks as we sit down.
    “No, Vix, it’s my night off. This is Jasmine. She just moved back to Chester after living in London. I wanted her to see where I worked,” she replies. They start a conversation about one of the regulars and I zone out, paying attention, once again, to everything around me. I notice that the man who gathered the money has headed back out towards the bar. His muscular physique peeks my interest. I watch his broad shoulders strain against his