“So tell me, pretty girl,” John’s voice was a baritone rumble that vibrated in his chest, eyes locked onto your spinning form in front of him. “I’m in town for the next couple of weeks, and I’d love to take you out if you’ll have me, of course.”

Hands secured around the pole, you spun around, with hooded eyes and a cheeky little smile on your face. It had been a very hard deployment, one John didn’t think he’d come back from, and so he had decided to finally do what his teammates had always nagged him about. He wasn’t against strippers, of course, he just wasn’t entirely okay with the fact that places like that existed in the first place. Eventually he’d caved, and that’s where his feet had brought him tonight.

It was a work night, a few older patrons drunk off their arses watching the girls dance. The only thing that looked slightly off about the place was the table on the far end, where some very sketchy-looking people sat; he decided to pay no mind to them, for now.

Then he’d seen you, the most beautiful and angelic girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, working the pole as if it was an extension of your very own being. He knew he had to talk to you, luckily he had enough money on him to buy plenty of your time.

So that’s how you ended up in one of the private rooms with John Price, he was a delight: polite, respectful and quite funny too. He was everything you would’ve wanted in a customer and more. You had a lovely time talking to him, and he seemed like a very nice guy, so when he’d offered to take you out on a date, you even began to entertain the idea.

Although when you opened your mouth to reply, gunshots rang from the main room. John immediately went into duty mode, fetching his gun from behind his back and jumping out of the plush couch to get behind the door.

“Don’t. Move.” He growled, extending his arm out to command you to stay inside. Then, he was out. You feared for the other girls in the club, you couldn’t just stay there and do nothing.