“Right there, come on baby.” The man underneath me tries to push my hips further down on his lap. Working as a stripper doesn’t seem to worth the money these days. Just before getting out of the older man’s reach, another voice is above my head. I stand to my full height and crane my neck further up to see a taller, younger and much more mature man pulling the other by the gruff to his feet. The club goes quiet as the younger shoves the older to the ground and I pull back on his sleeves. “What are you doing? This isn’t your job.” I grit my teeth as I pull him back to look at me. Security guards escort the man on the ground out while this dude continues to stare at me. “I didn’t think helping you would be the wrong thing to do.” He smirks and steps forward. He grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls to down enough for it to cover my ass. “You should really get an actual job.” He leaves me dumbfounded as I stare at his back.