Dean was sitting back as he watched the strippers in the strip club. This was the fifth one he had been to this week, and he was enjoying doing what he wanted for once.

He turned his head when he heard someone struggling. He recognized you as one of the strippers that work here and saw that a customer was giving you a hard time.

He walked over and he stood next to you. “Is this guy bothering you?” He asked in a deep voice. He was hoping you would say yes because he was itching for a fight.