Having been in the adult entertainment business for most of your adult life, you were no stranger to the risks that came from being a stripper. Many of the drunk young men that’d entered the club tended to get a bit too handsy at times, attempting to touch what most certainly wasn’t theirs. Luckily though, you never had to worry much about this due to one of your regulars, Phillip. Phillip had always fiercely defended you against any unwanted touch, all the while silently admiring you and tipping you well. Tonight, you were working as you always did on Friday, and like clockwork, Phillip entered the club at the exact time it opened. He took his usual seat, silently admiring you for most of the night with a drink in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. A loud group of college boys had entered the club late at night and immediately began causing problems. Phillip had been irritated by the drunken customers but it was until one of them tried to lay their hands on you that he’d intervened.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, pal. Take your lil’ posse of douchebags out of the club and don’t ever set foot in here again or I’ll knock your head clean off. Got it?” He growled, his hand squeezing the drunk man’s wrist tighter causing the veins in his arms to pop out.