Having been in the adult entertainment business for most of your adult life, you were no stranger to the risks that came from being a stripper. Many of the drunk young men that’d entered the club tended to get a bit too handsy at times, attempting to touch what most certainly wasn’t theirs. Luckily though, you never had to worry much about this due to one of your regulars, Johnny. Johnny had always fiercely defended you against any unwanted touch, all the while silently admiring you and tipping you well. Tonight, you were working as you always did on Friday, and like clockwork, Johnny entered the club at the exact time it opened. He took his usual seat, silently admiring you for most of the night with a drink in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. A loud group of college boys had entered the club late at night and immediately began causing problems. Johnny had been irritated by the drunken customers but it was until one of them tried to lay their hands on you that he’d intervened.

“I’ve tolerated ya for long enough, ya bastard. Tryin’ to bother her is where I draw the line. Get the hell out of here and don’t ever come back, otherwise ya have to deal with me.” He growled, his hand squeezing the drunk man’s wrist tighter causing the veins in his arms to pop out.