I'd never been to a strip club before, hence the nerves currently racing through my veins. Or maybe that was the 4 shots of tequila I'd taken in quick succession in order to gain enough courage to be here.

"It'll be fun, just relax and enjoy." said my best friend Puck.

Puck had been begging me for months to join him on his late night trips to 'The South Pole' - Yep, they actually called it that. I'd declined every time he'd asked, that is until tonight. Not that I had much of a choice considering I was the only female and had been out voted 3 to 1. Apparently dinner and a movie wasn't their idea of a fun Friday night out. So it was either this, or going home alone for a night of ice cream and Friends re-runs. And really, I have all week to do that.

My group consisted of three guys. Puck, real name Noah Puckerman. He still thinks he's so badass with his Mohawk that everyone has to call him Puck. The idiot needs to realise he's a grown ass man already and shave the stupid thing off. Mike Chang the quietest of our group and Sam Evans our bieberesque big mouth.

For some reason I have always gotten on better with these three than most other girls. They're less bitchy and apart from the odd occasion when they would hit on me or stare at my boobs, they generally look after me. And I've only dated two of them. Mike doesn't count because sex isn't dating. But that was years ago anyway and now they are the best friends any girl could ask for. And this girls name is Santana Lopez. A 24-year-old college dropout with nothing to show for her life but a fish named Ivan and a few maxed out credit cards.

As we approached what could only be described as a dive with a great big neon sign telling us that this was indeed the place and that there were in fact real naked girls. And just incase you needed an extra hint to the establishment, a 10-foot neon outline of a woman shaking her money maker sure would clue you in. I took a deep breath as we headed through the door, praying to any Gods hanging around a place like this that I wouldn't contract gonorrhea from any of the chairs.

Inside was exactly how I expected the place to be. Dark and dingy with a bar running down the left hand wall. A few old men sitting along it ogling at the dancers. There was a long stage in the center of the room, which was currently occupied by a half naked red head lazily swinging herself around the pole. Puck led our group to a booth with a perfect view of the stage. I couldn't contain an eye roll when he told us it was his usual table. 'This is why you're single' was on the tip of my tongue but I held it back, there was plenty of time later to be a bitch and right now I just wanted a drink. As we took a seat Puck asked us our drink order saying he'd get the first round. I decided on a beer thinking it would be less likely that something would be slipped into it. I was all for free narcotics, but I drew the line at roofies. I looked to my left and saw the guys already gawping at the stage. Sam gawping was a site. I briefly wondered if he could fit the entire table into his mouth. Pfft, of course he could. But then my mind went to how dirty the table probably was. I made a mental note to not touch anything at all. Looking around I noticed the place was getting busier, it was now half full of men. Actually I seemed to be the only woman here apart from the half naked girls roaming around. It would be just my luck if some old perve mistakes me for a stripper and tries to make me give him a lap dance. Just as Puck placed a beer in front of me the music was turned off and a voice came through the overhead speakers.

"Lets give a warm welcome for our one and only Desire."

Suddenly the lights on the stage grew darker and the music started up. A woman took to the stage walking seductively, swaying her hips in time to the music. Once she reached the pole she took a hold of it, swinging her body around it gracefully. I felt my mouth go dry as I took in the beauty on stage. The girl had beautiful blonde hair and long toned legs. From what I could see through the crappy lighting, she had a bit of a tan and was wearing the smallest G-string I'd ever seen with matching bra. She was also wearing a garter belt and 6 inch heels. As my eyes made their way back up her incredible body stopping for a second at her toned abs, then working their way back up to where the blondes hands where now making work of the front clip of her bra. The girl teased the audience and once she was sure all attention was on her, she whipped the bra off revealing her perfect breasts. Spinning her way around the pole again the blonde bent over to give her new fans a full view of her barely covered behind. I found myself leaning forward but stopped when I realised.

"Like what you see?" Puck whispered in my ear.

Without looking at him I knew he was smirking. Usually I'd snap back a witty retort about his penis being small or that Mr. T called and wants his landing strip back, in order to try and hide the blush flooding my cheeks at being caught leering. But there was no point, something about this girl sucked me in and I couldn't look away.

I was vaguely aware of Sam leaving the booth, but I didn't really care to see what he was doing. Especially now when the girl was crawling along the stage floor collecting dollar bills in her G-string and garter. She made her way around the front of the stage claiming her tips and then stopped in front of our table so the seedy men in wrinkled business suits could add to the growing collection in her underwear. Looking up she smiled seductively at Puck and Mike, but when her eyes finally met mine, her smile faltered. As I peered into crystal-clear blue eyes, I gasped. Suddenly there was only one thought running through my head.

'Brittany.'