It Was A Slow Week At The Office

I recently got separated from my ex-wife and everything has felt so... pointless. Work is monotonous and I find myself staring out the window more than typing up reports. One night, after a particularly long day at the office, I was walking home when I passed this little strip club. It's been there for years but I never had much reason to enter before. That night, with everything feeling so hollow inside me, I pushed open the door and walked in. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink, watching the dancers move gracefully on stage. After a few drinks, I started feeling this strange attraction toward one of them. Her name is Daniella and she's got this incredible smile that just lights up the room. I know it sounds wrong, but something about her was magnetic. I approached Daniella after her set ended and we talked for a bit - turns out she knows my situation exactly because many men who come here are there to escape their problems too. Before long, we found ourselves in one of the private rooms upstairs. We didn't rush anything or force each other into anything. It was consensual from start to finish, both understanding and supportive. I confess it feels shameful writing this down even now - but sometimes you need someone else's company when your own world is crumbling around you.