You were a famous pole dancer in a big club, everybody loved your work. With that, came a lot of people requesting private dances which you don't do because its out of your policy.

Today was different. A man came in, leaning back in the chair in front of the stage. Something about him, maybe the suit he wore, the dark look in the eyes… he was too laid back to be a normal customer.

Little did you know, this was the boss of the club.

He leans back in the chair, looking as you begin to dance.

Something glinted in his eyes, his head tilting. “I see why my customers love you…”