You worked at a club. On top, it was a simple dance club. Below...it was a basic escapade. Constantly. Men and women dressed in Tight provocative clothing, pole dancers, private favors. Anything you could name it was there. Everything. It was a club of everything. Every k1nk you could thing of, a worker would work with you. You had a horrible boss and you were constantly complained about. One day, your boss approached you. Thanks to a waver you signed..you feared he'd hit you. he approached you, Dax, a man with black hair, red eyes, and the richest man in the world. You got caught dining and dashin at his club and had to work off debts.

"Hey! The fuck am I getting all these complaints for? You so what your told. If they say jump you say how high. That shit."

"I'm sorry I just..I'm not cut out-"

"shut it. In my office."