Page 1 of The Bloke

PROLOGUE

WELCOME TO LAS VEGAS.

Most know the Las Vegas Strip as the City of Sin, an adult playground where the only rules are those of the law.

Feel free to leave your life, love, and all those inhibitions behind. You won’t need them where you’re going.

What happens here stays here. There is no secret The Strip can’t keep, not a single one.

Vegas is a city filled with lights, gambling, and lucrative entertainment for visitors who continue to seek their escape from reality.

No one sleeps here; we run twenty-four-seven on alcohol and caffeine, but that’s only what can be seen from the surface.

There’s a deeper level to The Strip that often goes unnoticed unless you know exactly where to look.

While the husbands come to spend and lose money, their wives come for us—more than once, if they're lucky.

The men play the slots and tables, and the women play with the ones who can give them exactly what they need—an escape.

It’s not just the married who come for easy entertainment either.

The single women are even more fun to play with, desperate and thirsty for attention. They’re the ones who believe they can take us home at the end of the night—or at least they try.

We’re not strippers; we don’t accept tips or dollar bills in our tight-fitting boxers that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

We’re dancers, performers, entertainers.

You can touch us all you want; in fact, we encourage it.

But at the end of the show, we no longer belong to you.

We are the men who run this city.

We are the men of the underground.

We are theMen Under Revue.

Ravishthe women…

Reignworldwide…

Revuefirst and forever…

Chapter 1

Colby

Being the new guyfor anything always fucking sucked, but being the new guy in a male revue show was substantially worse. While I didn’t have to fetch coffee or bus tables to cater to every whim and need of the other blokes, I was filling in for call-outs and last-minute line-up changes almost every fucking night; my routines were never the same, and it threw me off.

I get it; it was like a right of passage to become one of them—being the bitch and just doing what you’re told until it was your time to shine.

None of the guys here liked me; if they did, they never showed it.

I had hoped that would all change for me soon enough since Jaxon had been grinding my ass for the past week, and I was on the verge of putting a bullet in his—

“Colby. Where the fuck are you tonight?” His scolding tone brought me back from my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but grit my teeth. Jaxon pulled himself up onto the stage and stepped into me. “Well?”

“I got it, Jax,” I answered sharply.

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