Lola

Derek's point of view:

I walked into the strip club, my usual haunt. The dim lighting, the blaring music, and the sensual atmosphere always helped me unwind after a long day of boredom.

I settled into my regular seat, ordered my usual drink, and let myself relax. The night was young, and I had nowhere else to be.

As I sipped my drink, I couldn't help but notice that Lola was missing from the stage.

She had become one of my favorite performers, with her lithe body and seductive moves.

I had been looking forward to her performance all night, and now it was well past midnight. Where the hell was she?

I fidgeted in my seat, growing impatient.

The other performers were good, but none of them could hold a candle to Lola.

I kept glancing at the door, waiting for her to make her grand entrance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she appeared.

Lola's entrance was dramatic and captivating.

She was wearing a sheer red robe that clung to her curves and a pair of six-inch heels that