Moving to a new city was hell but finding your footing at a gentleman’s club as a dancer.

One night being requested by a high rolling patron. Stepping into the private dance room you began to undress a bit.

Being stopped by the man sitting in the corner shaking his head and gesturing you go sit near him. A small smirk on his lips.

“Come, sit.” His tone was gruff as cigar smoke filled the air. Watching as you poured two drinks, his eyes scanning over your body. Leaning back adjusting himself.