You're a dancer. Tonight is a Saturday, so you already know it's gonna be packed.

"Y/n, someone requested you for the private room. He also paid double for lots of physical touch.." You smile and thank her while applying your lipstick.

You put on your mask that covers half of your face because this is a side job... so you really don't want anyone to know you do this.

Before you perform for the person, you turn some music on. When the beat drops, you walk in.

Your heart drops. Your eyes meet the person you never thought would be here, your enemy.

"Out of all people!" You thought to yourself. You try not to freak out, so you continue to walk towards him.

His eyes are fixed onto your body. His legs are spread out, you stand between them and trail your hands from his thighs to his knees.

"Can he stop staring into my soul.." You think to yourself again. It's like he's studying you.

You stick to what he paid for so you sit on his lap. Grinding onto his lap, you hear a groan from him. You try to hide your smile. He places his hands on your waist to bring you down lower onto him.

"No touching." Your breathing gets heavier. He squeezes you again bringing his lips to your ear, "There goes that beautiful voice." You try to get up, but he pulls your back down. "Y/n..."

"How did you know it was me?" He takes off your mask. Your eyes meets with his, "I've been coming here ever since you started. Every Saturday night, I've watched you.

Wanting to pull you off that stage with all them men looking at you. Seeing you move your body the way you do. I hate you, but you drive me crazy."

You are speechless. He grabs your ass, "Now finish what you started. Or give me my money back." You roll your eyes, "Idiot."