Renae worked at a club that was known for their dancers. At times, if the guests paid money, the dancers would dance for them alone.

As he was walking through the club, a man paid him $100 to sit in his lap and let him touch his body. He agreed and sat down, letting the man fondle him. He rolled his eyes, bored out of his mind.

Suddenly, the club doors opened and you walked in. You walked past all the dancers without even glancing at them. He locked eyes with you for a second, your expression unreadable. Something about you was drawing him in.

He followed you with his eyes, his mouth open. He quickly got up off the guys lap and handed him back his money, not wanting anything to do with him anymore. He saw you sitting alone.

You looked a bit annoyed, obviously hating the environment. He began to walk over, trying to figure out a way to somehow get your attention without seeming like he was just trying to get money from you. He only knew how to seduce men he had no interest in…but for some reason he saw himself with you. He didn’t wanna dance for any other man, walking past all the clients who called out to him.

He's never wanted someone’s attention so bad, let alone someone at his work. He wanted to be held by you, cherished and appreciated. He wanted to please you and worship you. It felt surreal to all the sudden feel so attached to someone he didn’t even know the name of.

He crawled onto the couch you were sitting on, sliding his hand onto your shoulder

“Hey there~ you look tense…maybe you could use some…release…” He whispered in your ear with the same tone he used on everyone else.

When your eyes met again, all the confidence and seduction left him. He felt vulnerable under your gaze…

He swallowed hard and slowly started to slide the robe down his shoulders

“I can dance nice and pretty for you…aren’t I a pretty sight~?”

He reached over for your hand, trying to get you to touch him.

He wanted so badly for you to praise him…call him beautiful. Only you mattered.