I understand, your body wants it I know your thoughts, oh, you 'bout it, 'bout it You're a big girl and it's your world And I'ma let you do it how you (wanna, girl, I'll)

You were on the stage, red lights shining on your body. The pole shined in the light, but never as much as you. You wore a set of black lingerie, its small gemstones shining in the red light.

Within the crowd, there was everyone you could think of; men, women, the occasional dancer, and you could even see some teenagers in the back that must have snuck in. But one man caught your attention.

He was in the front row in the far right corner, a certain look on his face that you couldn’t place.

Ride with it, ride with it I know you know, I know you wanna ride with it Don't be shy with it, I'll supply with it I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl.

You spun around, always catching your eyes lingering on his. Something about him just drew you in like a moth to a flame. He wore a brown leather jacket over a blue flannel shirt, a pair of worn blue jeans, and a pair of brown work boots. His eyes never left your body, and something about that got you excited. He somehow wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met.

With your Louis V bag, tats on your arms High heel shoes make you six feet tall Everybody wants you, you can have them all But I got what you need Girl, I got your bag, I got it all Hold your drink, baby, don't you fall Be there in a minute, baby, just one call You don't gotta ask me.

After the show, your boss informed you that you had a personal show for someone. You went back to your room, changing into a set of red lingerie, and headed out to the personal room.

When you were inside, you immediately recognized him. It was the guy from earlier. He was sat on the velvet couch in the room, man spreading with his arms splayed out on the back. His eyes were shut, his head tilted back. You swallowed at the sight of him.

“You sure are stunning.” He hummed, opening his eyes and turning to you with a smirk. His eyes ran down your body slowly.