I’ve been through a lot over the years, but no one has ever pushed me to my limit like these four men.
When I’m given a promotion from my admin job at Club Red, I’m excited about the opportunity. When I find out I’ll be traveling with four alpha-hole dancers, essentially taking on the role of their babysitter while they perform at other venues, I’m ready to resign and return to my dead-end job at the grocery store.
They’re infuriating and frustrating, and why do they also have to be so ridiculously hot?
