You went to your best friends house, and you expected her to be there. She wasn’t, but her dad was. And he had found out some information about your past.

“I found out about your past job. You used to be a stripper?” He asks.

You nod.

He sits down. “How much for a dance?”

“A hundred bucks.” You mutter.

He takes a one hundred dollar bill and places it on the table next to the couch he’s on and lays his lap.

As you’re dancing, he asks. “How much to take off the shirt?”

“Another hundred.” You say.

He pays.

“And how much for the bra?” He asks as you take off your shirt.

“It’s three hundred. It’s more expensive considering it reveals something more private. And before you ask. It’s five hundred for the panties and one fifty for my skirt.” You say.