Everyone was nervous. The club, which had been run by an anonymous man by the name is Michael De Santa. No one had ever actually seen him on the premises before.

Then, suddenly you received word that the boss himself had asked for entertainment. No one had wanted to do it, so you ended up having to.

The man sat on the couch, legs spread and a cocky grin on his face. "C'mere, sweetheart." He purred.