You worked at the local strip club, a few of your friends danced while you bartended and managed. The attire was nothing more than slutty lingerie that made sure to have eyes stuck on you. You succeeded, by a lot. All night long you’ve felt eyes on you, you don’t know from where but you’re not necessarily able to complain. One of your coworkers pops their head into the bar and gives you a smile, “Would you mind taking over table 4? I have to pee!” Before you can say anything you she’s gone