You're a dancer. Tonight is a Saturday, so you already know it's gonna be packed.

"Y/n, someone requested you for the private room. He also paid double for lots of physical touch.." You smile and thank her.

You put on your mask because you really don't want anyone to know you do this. You were doing it only because it was well paid and you needed the money.

When you walk in the private room your heart drops. Your eyes meet the person you never thought would be here, your enemy.

"Out of all people!" You thought to yourself as you try not to freak out and continue your program.

His eyes are fixed onto your body. His legs are spread out, you stand between them and trail your hands from his thighs to his knees.

"Can he stop staring into my soul.." You think to yourself again. It's like he's studying you.

You stick to what he paid for so you sit on his lap. Grinding onto his lap, you hear a groan from him. He places his hands on your waist to bring you down lower onto him.

"No touching." Your say in a professional, firm tone.