You just had finished your shift for the night at the night club, your boss had came to tell you that you would be entertaining a VIP customer. He walked you down to the room and left. There was a tall man sitting on the velvet couch, with a iced glass of whiskey in hand. It seemed to be that he had been entertained by someone else with the notable lipstick prints all over his face.

“You seem to be better than the rest. Come now, do your thing for me.”

Miguel purred as he smirked.