ABSTRACT
It was a fairly small bar and it was packed. There were men everywhere I looked— older guys, younger guys who looked like they had to have fake IDs to get in, and guys in little more than leather jockstraps, with thick leather straps crisscrossing their chests. Most of the men were focused on the tiny stage in the corner, with its two spotlights bathing the area in yellow. On stage, an attractive man in a tiny g-string danced, working the crowd clustered at the stage's edge. He jumped off and moved through the men in the bar, gyrating against them, shaking his ass, and collecting money in his green, shiny g-string. By the end of the entirely forgettable song, he was totally nude, having stroked himself out of his thong, much to the crowd's satisfaction.
