(Be aware, this is not my usual sweet erotic romance – a bit gritty and with some strong language.)
Henry visited the lap-dancing club at least once a week; more if he had some spare cash. But whenever he paid up and found out she wasn’t working that night he felt really aggrieved.
“Should have asked before you paid your money, mate. No refunds. Club policy.”
So he made a timetable, and worked out when she would be there and when not. It was normally accurate, but it pissed him off when he turned up and found she had swapped her night off with another girl.
The other girls were okay, but nothing like Candy. He doubted that was her...