The Red Lounge had always been a popular hangout for the men of Zenith. Thousands of horny males filled to the brim with testosterone trekked to the outskirts of the city to watch and enjoy females strutting their stuff on stage, swinging on poles or pleasuring them in some way at their seats. The back of the place had a couple VIP rooms where, for a bunch of extra money, the men could expel all of their pent up stress with a lady of their choice.
Jane was one of those ladies. She wasn't particularly attractive though. Most men went for the women with the huge breasts. Her friend Stacy, for example, had triple Ds. She pulled in thousands of dollars a night. Jane, however, was lucky enough to get a hundred for a few lap-dances.
All that changed when she ended up with Randy.
Randy was as sleazy as they came. That's saying a lot considering the fact that Zenith was a prime city to find sleazy men. If the title existed, Randy would be king of the sleaze-balls.
The man dressed in the most outrageous pimp style ever - large leopard print hats, a purple jacket along with the most annoyingly pink undershirt. Around his neck hanging against his hairy chest was a gold medallion with the words SEX GOD on it.
Randy walked through the lounge perusing the "stock" as he liked to call it. He stroked his chin looking for the finest piece of woman he could find. Disappointingly most of the women were already busy with their own customers. The only one not giving a lap-dance or swinging on a pole was Jane.
"Ick," he thought aloud, "The scrawny one is the only one left?" Randy shrugged his shoulders. "It'll have to do."
The man in the loud clothes strutted himself over to the bar where Jane sat lazily sipping a martini. He ran his hands through his slicked back hair and gave her an arrogant smirk.
"Hey there," he said." what do you say we go get a VIP room so you can show me what you got?"
Jane looked at him with disgust. She knew all too well who Randy was. She also knew that the only reason he was there was because the others were taken.
Randy reached into his pocket and pulled out a huge stack of cash.
"This," he said, "is all yours if you go along with it."
Jane's eyes widened. There had to be almost ten thousand dollars there. She gulped her drink down and stood up.
Jane led the disgusting man down the hall into one of the bigger suites. The middle of the room had a large king sized bed covered with a delicate silk comforter. Plush pillows decorated the head of the bed.
Randy plopped onto the edge of the bed while Jane stood in front of him. She wiggled her hips rhythmically as she lifted her arms up giving the man an evil smile.
"I want you," Jane told him. She tried to hide a sickened face under her seduction. "I want to do so many naughty things to you."