"This one. This one, here!" Brinley said as she pointed to the club she was dragging her boyfriend, Blaine, to, "Its a strip club! I know this is an odd fifth date but its for both men and women and it might strike up a bit of want between us."

Blaine looked up at the sign advertising the club Bikini Straps and Heart Attacks "how original" Blaine thought to himself with a sigh, "Must we go here? We can arouse ourselves in other ways. I only want to see one woman in my life and that woman is you." He smiled as he wrapped an arm around Brinleys waist.

"But I cant seem to get you..." Brinley shook her head, "We both want to have sex but we both want to feel turned on. I cant seem to get you to feel sexually aroused around me. I think if we can at least get you to want it this way well have decent sex."

"Its not that I cant get aroused. Its just-" Blaine stopped. How was he supposed to say it?

"Its just what?" Brinley asked. Blaine could already hear the disappointment in her voice.

"I dont know why..." Blaine trailed off.

"Stop stalling!" Brinley was yelling at him.

"I dont know why. Im trying so hard but I cant seem to sexually want you."

Brinley stuck her nose up and stepped out of Blaines grasp and walked up to the club. Blaine sighed and followed in behind her.

Inside, it was mostly dark except for the lighting on the stage in which the strippers were performing. Having Brinley in another room, this was their first date in which they were in two separate room the entire time.

Bored without his girlfriend, and feeling stale, even around the female strippers -which he did admit were gorgeous - as he did with Brinley, Blaine decide to turn his attention to the little bar in the back of the room. Sitting across from the other room as he waited for the beer he had ordered, Blaine had peeked in to see if he could find Brinley. He wondered if she was just as bored as him. Then maybe they could leave and forget about her attempt to turn Blaine on.

Blaine spotted the female, and as it turns out, she was having a fantastic time. She was dancing to the blaring music with her hands up in the air. A martini in her hand. Blaine could only see her profile facing the direction towards the stage.

There was a loud cheer coming from that room. He noticed Brinley being one of the loud, cheering girls as her free hand clenched into a fist and began fist-pumping the air.

Curious to what the women were screaming about, Blaine moved his head a little to his right to see the men up stage and thats when his eyes caught sight of the one in the middle. He was riding the pole... quite well if Blaine would say so himself. Blaine smirked and shook his head. He must have been the reason they were all excited.

The bartender sat the beer Blaine had ordered down in front of him. Blaine tipped the man and walked over to the other side. Maybe he could convince his girlfriend to leave. He obviously was not enjoying the women.

As he walked back over Blaines eyes locked back on the man in the middle. Up close Blaine could see what he was wearing. Nothing but tight, leather, black shorts. Real tight. This caused all of Blaines blood to flow south and at this very moment he just badly wanted to get out of there.

He noticed the man in the middle catch his eye which was when Blaine realized he was really staring at him. The man noticeably smirked at Blaine and whatever blood wasnt erecting his penis was turning his cheeks and ears red.

Blaine began rushing out of the building. He had to escape, with or without Brinley. He took one more look back at the stage where the men began exchanging positions. The one in the middle began to head backstage when Blaine decided to finally make his exit.