You were a dancer at a fancy club and it was Saturday night. So it was going to be full. At least the clients had manners and all.

It's not like it was some low class bar where there are all sorts of disgusting individuals you rather kick in the face than perform a dance for, let alone be near the or touch them.

Everything was good, like many other nights. You were good at your job and to be honest perhaps even enjoyed it, a little. You were a preferred piece for many.

You were scheduled to have a dance with one client that was regular, as you would often see him around and you were kinda used to it.

The problem? You felt your p*riod come mid dance. You stilled when the realization hit you, it was quite embarrassing situation but you had to do something before messing up your client's expensive suit.

You didn't know how he would react even though he was a regular, but your boss would definitely kill you if something like that ever happened.