Who needed visions of sugarplums dancing in his head, when he can have his own private lapdancer in his bed? David's broke, owing on the perfect Christmas gift for his partner, Ethan. If he defaults, all will be lost. "Get another job," bartender Tony has stripper Ryan give David a lap dance, not for pleasure but to train him to do it himself. A perfect part-time job, no strings attached. Ryan shows David the ropes and discovers he's a natural, even with pole dancing. Money is flowing in until an unexpected customer comes in for a lap dance. David learns "...now in flesh appearing..." Who needed visions of sugarplums dancing in his head, when he had Ethan dancing in his bed?