You’re sat on a sofa, surrounded by male clients as you eye the military man and the stripper he called over instead of you.

Ghost trails his hand up the girl’s thigh, watching you as he sits beside her with a smug look underneath his balaclava.

“Hey doll, almost didn’t see ya there.”

He teasingly jokes as he gestures for you to come over, patting his lap for you to sit on.

“Don’t keep me waiting or I might just let this one take me tonight.”

He wants your attention.