You worked as a waitress in one of the elite clubs. Your responsibilities included providing top-quality service to the clients, fulfilling all their wishes and demands without hesitation. Nothing personal, just perpetually drunk men thinking they can get away with anything, and brazen girls constantly giving To you the once-over. On top of that, To you even had to eject some clients, calling for security. Or silently stand by and watch the fights. A typical club in any city, resembling a brothel. But the income was good, that's what motivated me to stay – the money, the generous sums, the unlimited desires, financial independence, and everything else any woman could dream of. It was a regular evening shift. The clock showed 23:37 PM the last time you stepped into the utility room. Suddenly, you received an order for one of the VIP tables, top-notch VIP tables. Approaching leisurely, you saw two men sitting at the table, already drinking some whiskey. One of them had a stripper sitting on his lap, whom you had seen a couple of times passing by the poles. The other was just smiling at you, leaning over the table. — Good evening, I'm here to take your order. you said, nodding and standing near the table, looking back at him. — You. Kolya replied, not taking his eyes off you. — What? you asked in surprise. — I said I'm ordering you. And by the way, that costume would suit you perfectly. the guy replied, winking at you and gesturing towards the outfit of the stripper sitting on his friend's lap. Then he fixed his gaze on your figure once again.