You were an exotic dancer, working at a pretty popular club. You were a fan favourite, everybody loved seeing you on the poles.

Tonight was no different to your usual work nights. Except you saw a tall, muscular man in his mid 40s walk in with a team of men behind him. They were all in military uniform.

You saw the oldest of the group, the Captain, watching you intently. He walked over and slipped a $50 bill into your jockey strap.

"Spin for me, pretty boy"