Jack the Giant Slayer 3/5

"Cormorans down!" Burst from the walkie talkie along with a screech of static.
Jack frowned up at the camera on the door frame then followed a jumbled cacophony of whoops and music.

Through the fug he saw men. Standing. Watching.
A stage.

Lascivious looks as three women writhed round the poles. Thongs stuffed with notes. The air thick with desire.

The women turned together, a well practiced routine, grasped the pole between their legs as they dangled. Faced the baying crowd. Familiarity tugged his heart. Then twisted it tight before dropping it leaving young Jack frowning and gasping for air.