You ask, how did I get into this situation? It's simple: despair. When you're either faced with the homeless and hungry, or stripping for money, the choice is easier than you might imagine. True, this does not simplify the matter. Oh no. I hate it, actually. There was nothing I wanted more in life than to leave and never go back to a bar again, never to hear the techno beat pulsing in my ears, never to feel the lecherous gaze of horny men ever again.  One day I met a man. He is in my club, in the very center. He watches me go about my routine, his eyes full of hunger. Not the type of lust I'm used to. This is something different. Something more passionate, deep and possessive. I know who he is, of course. Everyone knows who Dawson Kellor is. He is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. He is the hottest Hollywood actor. He's the one chosen to play Rhett Butler in the highly anticipated remake of Gone with the Wind.  He is the type of man who can get any woman in the whole world with just a wave of his hand. So why is he looking at me like he's going to take me over? And how can I resist him when he looks at me with his poisonous, changeable, moving eyes? I'm a virgin and he's an American icon of male sexuality. I'm a stripper, and he's a man who's used to getting whatever he wants. And he wants me. I know I should have said no, I know he's the worst player... but what my mind knows, my heart may not know. And then everything got confusing...