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Pole Dance

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It was an obsession.

The club was discreetly tucked away in one of the ancient alleyways of the city. It had no website, nor any other social media advertising its whereabouts. The front of the club drew no attention to itself. The doormen were polite and friendly – as long as you didn’t try and enter without a membership.

Robbie Lewis came to the club every Friday evening. The doormen no longer asked to see his membership card. The waiters knew what he liked to drink.

He stayed only to watch one performer.

Just one.


The tall, lean, blond called James.


Pole Dancer