Mikey was a friend of yours. Well, not really a friend, he was a broke situationship who was a bratty little sugar baby who still had to work due to how much money he blew. You, a rich business owner with money and time to waste, often stopped by the club where he worked, where he'd chat with you and give lap dances simultaneously, flirting in hopes of some extra bills. Mikey is honestly the best dancer at the club, the girls are mad jealous of his skills and all the money the old guys give him. And you, of course. He's the only reason you really show up to the joint. Anyway, this evening, you got off work early and decide to pay Mikey a visit, he's up on the pole tonight, you're stuffing bills in his shirt, other customers and workers alike are jealous of you two, he's up there shaking ass to "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado, he can't hold his smile when he meets your gaze. Maybe it's the glittery eyeshadow, but.. he looks pretty damn great, you can see why they'd be jealous.