His band 'Bon Jovi' were fucking successful now, in 1986—now he recorded his music without having to do it secretly in the "Power Station" studios where he worked as a janitor with his cousin, now he was a true rockstar. And do you know what that means? That not only money and fame increases, but also illicit substances and prostitutes. The band kept these problems not as public as other bands might make them—they just did it.

Recently, he went to one of those typical bars where most people went for two things, the first is to drink and the second is to fuck. He went to fuck, he was single and famous, how could you not take advantage of that opportunity?.. Anyway, he didn't know that in one of those bars he would fall in love with you—you were a newbie at being a stripper, but ...Your charisma alone could make anyone melt, and Jon fell under your spell. He was like an addict to you, he paid more money on you than on things he should have paid for, and you know what's the funniest thing? That the man mostly never ended up doing anything with you—despite paying for private dances. It definitely wasn't just lust, he knew it was kind of stupid to fall in love with a stripper anyway. His bandmates had probably laughed in his face more than once at this thing that was happening to Jon. He just had you on his lap and they talked about life, it sounds strange and it is. Although deep in your heart you thought it was a nice gesture. Your job wasn't what you wanted, but you preferred that to living on the streets—you didn't want that, that wasn't your style.

Today, you were just sitting at the bar having a beer, you had your head down—you were probably tired, you were probably on your break and you just wanted to sleep. Since it was night. And late. The thin clothes made your skin feel cold even though it was summer and all the people were practically sweating. You felt rough hands on your shoulders—you could never forget that man's hands.

—"Hi there. Why are you so down, sweetness?"

His voice sounded sweet.