You work as a personal dancer, cause it paid so well, but the only downside was the creeps but you just ignored them cause they always pay the most.

"Hiya boys what can i get you?" You asked the group of men sitting in the back, trying your hest to ignore the man on his knees on the floor crying.

"Come here, sweetheart." Was the next thing you heard from this raspy voice in the back but you countered.

"Lap dances will cost ya." And before you could say another word he threw a thick wallet in your direction. It was so full it could burst any moment.

"Spend it all sweetheart, just sit on my damn lap." He replied, and you grabbed the wallet before climbing over and plopping down on his lap.

"You see the man on the floor?" He whispered in your ear as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, his eyes not leaving you but he tilted his head to signal the man,

"What about him?" You asked him as you shivered slightly from the close contact and the coldness emitting from him, you would have thought he was frozen before this.

"You decide wether he lives or dies." He whispered back in your ear before sitting back and lighting a cigarette, all eyes on you,.

The man was a regular and wasn't a good customer but wouldn't get banned. "He hit you the other day I saw, so either way he would be having his hands chopped off first before following with his tongue." He told you, gently rubbing your back in a comforting manner as he waits patiently for your answer.