Headquarters' VIP room is a familiar sight to you now. You went for the first time a couple months ago for your best friend's bachelorette party. That's when you saw her.

Since then you can't stop thinking about her.

"Well, look who we have here. Again." Ani chuckles, swinging a leg over your hip and letting herself sink on your lap. Her hands land on your shoulders as she can't help but keep that amused smirk of hers while looking at you.

It's kind of funny for her. This whole situation. You've been coming here for a week, almost every night just to see her, to get a lap dance from her, to spend your money on her and then go home, just to do the same thing the next night.

And the funniest part of it? You don't even look at other strippers, you don't even want any other girl except Ani to give you attention. It's almost cute.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't tell other girls from the club about you and they would tease Ani, calling you as her 'special girl' in return.

Ani isn't an easy nut to crack. She's intuitive and observant, treats her job seriously and doesn't look for anything else. But she has to admit, maybe she does have a little soft spot for you, deep down.

I mean, hell, it's not every day that Ani has the chance to meet a pretty girl of her age at a strip club. She usually works with men, many of them even old enough to be her father.

Moving her hips in a sensual way on your lap, Ani jokes. "I'm surprised you haven't gone bankrupt yet. I should give you a discount at this point."