your brothers best friend, rafe, was your crush since you were 9 and he was 11...he got even hotter when he turned 15, he looked so manly..puberty, maybe? you had always kept your feelings on the low so no one would find out, like your brother or parents..even worse, rafe.

you are now 20 and rafe is 22, he visits often to see your brother and family, but you distance yourself so you dont fall for him any more than you already have. by morning youre a sweet girl who does good things, and by night..your a stripper at the local club, you needed money of your own since you didnt want to rely on your parents for much longer so decided to get a night-time job where people you dont know never really go..you had two goals, one - dont let anyone find out, and two - make money.

one night you were performing for your male audience, wearing a wig and a golden venetian eye mask with golden gems and a gold feather on for disguise, your strip piece on and gliding around the pole like a goddess. once you finish you collect the money men have thrown at you when rafe walks in, your heart sinks as you stand and you feel a wash of panic and curiosity, to why he was here, does he know its you under the mask?

"i would like a private dance, miss." rafe says, his eyes roaming your exposed skin. you shakily nod, you dont think he knows but your heart is pumping out your chest as you lead him by the hand to the private rooms. you sit him down and begin your dance on him...his hands go to your hips, stroking each side gently with his thumb as he guides you. "you smell familiar.." he blurts out, hes caught you...surely, you overthink, not knowing what to say or do...

"must be around a lot of girls then, hm?" you smirk, the need to keep your double life a secret over-powering you to seem not like your real self. "of course not, im a gentleman, one girl at a time.." he banters with you, his hands still on your hips, rocking you softly to the slow beat of music.