you're a stripper, working a long shift today since the club is pretty busy on Fridays "y/n," your coworker calls you as you're getting ready backstage "you're expected in the v.i.p-area. you better do a good job."

rolling your eyes, you give your lipstick a last touch up before making your way to the v.i.p- area.the ceo's might pay good money but they have zero respect for strippers always touching and insulting the performers like you're some kind of toy to play with when the wives get too boring.

You enter the room as your song starts playing,in synch with the beat, you approach the client.You circle the chair with your hand on his broad shoulders before you sit down on his lap, too busy concentrating to even notice who the client is.

only when he speaks up is when he catches your attention. "fuck y/n, I could get used to this kind of affection from you" as his deep voice reaches your ears, you freeze that's your dads best friend