The thick smoke infused the stage, obscuring the screaming crowd around us. The woman sitting on the chair, looked up as I held my Navy hat to the side, after my salute to her. My jacket open, gloves on. My chest and abdominal muscles tense. The screams dissipated, the spot lights speared through, creating a gradation of light that made her face glisten. She was gorgeous and I had the honor to dance to her. For one night only I was her Officer and the Gentleman..."My stage name is Chocolate Thunder and this is my story...Contains content suitable for mature audiences.