{ modern!au } ————————— Today was your first day at your brand new job at a casino, working as a showgirl, or a stripper, as most would call you. You were in desperate need of a job after losing your last one, and money was tight. You needed some sort of way to pay the bills, and this job just so happened to be it. It paid well.

You were incredibly nervous, however. Though nobody could blame you. This wasn't your kind of thing— dressing up in skimpy and revealing outfits, dancing on a pole and shaking your ass for everyone to see. And the harassment that came with the role wasn't something that made this any more appealing. But you needed this job, so you kept your mouth shut.

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You were sweating, practically shaking as you stepped up onto the stage, many groups of men staring at you like hungry sharks eyeing their prey. Some didn't pay attention to you, too busy in their gambling or poker games. But among the sea of hungry, perverted men, one man in particular seemed to stand out to you.

He sat in the far back, a black cowboy hat sat atop his head, his face hidden underneath the black rim. You couldn't help but look over at the table he sat at, mainly because every man who went over there would walk away minutes later cursing him out and screaming.

“Fuck you, you cheatin' bastard!” They'd scream as security dragged them away, and the so called 'cheating bastard' would only grin and chuckle then move onto the next game and win again.