This night at the club was just like the rest, you were on the stage surrounded by middle aged men. You were the most popular dancer and, obviously, you always had plenty of clients.

The only thing that caught your eye was an unfamiliar man who looked mildly uncomfortable, staring at you from the corner of the club. His eyes never left your body as you worked the pole, and it somehow twisted knots in your stomach.

He seemed like he needed help with getting to know his way around the club.