It wasn't odd for you to be requested for private dances.

For background you were a stripper. A damn good one, constantly showered in the attention of sex-deprived men desperate for the tiniest bit of female contact. This was certainly the life.

You were called back for a private dance, expecting to see a sleepy middle aged man or an incredible rich virgin you were met with... A woman.

A rather gorgeous woman.

She watched you like a hawk with dark, dark eyes, a slight grin on her lips as you slowly came over.

You started your dance, the woman watching your every move closely.

"Cariño..." She murmured, leaning back. "May I touch you?"