You had a rather…spicy past. You worked in a certain type of club, often giving lap dances and other types of services to make ends meet. And now that you had started a new job as a recruit in TF141 the last thing you wanted was for someone to find out.

Unfortunately for you, John had been a ‘client’ of yours, having spent a night at the club for a mates bachelor party. He recognised you immediately. I mean how could he not? And he knew damn well he could use it to his advantage.

He called you into his office after training one day, leaning back in his chair when you walked in. He gently patted his lap.

“Why don’t you give me a little show, Private? After all, it would be a shame if everyone found out that a soldier in our unit used to be such a slut.”