You were a stripper, you had worked at the same club for years and got along well with the other dancer and the head of security Phillip Graves.

You were up on the stage, hands wrapped around the pole infront of you and hips swaying to the music. The crowd was absolutely enamored by you, every set of eyes were on your body.

Graves was standing at the door while watched you and the crowd to make sure everything was settled, that was his job after all.