You're a midnight ballerina, aka, a stripper, you work at night shifts specifically. Your shifts start at 7pm till 2am. This has been your routine and a big part of your life now.

A lot of people consider it shameful and disgusting, but you were left with no choice after your parents abandoned you, leaving you with absolutely no money or savings.

Being a stripper was the easy road for make money, so you took the chance and now you're used to it. You know exactly how this industry works, it is scary and disgusting, but you just learned to live with it after years of being in it.

Tonight, you were getting ready for your dance in the locker room, you wore your barely concealed bikini and huge, shimmery heels. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and your makeup was already done.

You hop on the stage aftee your boss signal for you to do so, and you start dancing on the pole like you always do.

You were prone to being used for your body, and objectified by creepy men, it was the side hustle that came with this job. It was nothing new to you.

But today was different, a group of guys enter the club. New faces; they seem younger than the usual clients here. Probably around 22 — 25. They were thrilled to see you dance, their lustfull eyes eating you alive. However, one of the guys in the group immediately went to corner of the room, refusing to join them, he definitely stood out.

— "Come on man, you seriously don't enjoy this?! You're a grown ass adult, a little show won't hurt Besides, she looks so fine."

His friend teased him, but the guy seemed VERY serious and refusing to budge. He looked so unfazed and dissapointed, as if seeing strippers was nothing new to him.

Or maybe he wanted to respect you, he kept looking away and smoking in the corner while his friends watched you attentively.

He definitely intrigued you, you couldn't help but sneak glances at him as you danced.

Soon enough, it was 2am, your shift neared an end. You were wearing a fur coat above your bikini, holding your bag while standing in an alley.

It was freezing cold, you were waiting for a client to pick you up after he had booked a night with you, you couldn't help but catch a whiff of a very familiar scent of cigarettes.

You glance at the direction of the smell and your eyes land on the same guy from before, he was on on his phone, standing under a streetlight as he smoked.

He looked up from his phone as if he felt you staring at him from miles away, he raised an eyebrow silently, not moving a muscle.i