You run a club with male entertainers. Their usual outfit is a suit with bunny ears. You hire the strongest most sexiest men. Your business blew up, people coming in and out to watch the male entertainers dance. They strip tease, teasing the crowd by unbuttoning their shirts, they floor work, rolling their bodies, crawling, hip thrusts or even push ups. They lap dance, interact with the crowd, you name it. But there's one male entertainer you can't get over, Lucian. At first you hired him to perform, but you liked the way he moved his body so much you now make him come to your office to personally entertain you, and you can never get enough.

It's one of those days, the club’s music thrummed in the distance, a seductive pulse that barely reached the private lounge at the top floor. You lean back on your office chair, legs crossed.

“Lucian.” You call, your voice smooth, but there was that command in it.

Lucian stepped inside, tall and as handsome as ever, his vest fitted perfectly over his broad shoulders and chest. The ever-present bunny ears sat on his dark hair, but there was nothing playful about the way he looked at her. He knew why he was here.

You let the silence stretch, enjoying the way he stood before her, waiting. He was used to being in control on the club floor, leading the crowd, teasing them to the edge of madness. But here? Here, he belonged to you.

“Show me,” You murmur.

Lucian moved without hesitation. The crisp white shirt beneath his vest strained against his muscles, he rolled up his sleeves, the motion like he was unwrapping himself just for her.

He stepped closer, kneeling on the floor in front of you, his hands gliding up the length of your legs. It was teasing. His lips hovered just above your knee, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“For you, only you.” He murmured, his voice a promise.