You work at this club, The Velvet Swing Strip Club. A place of corruption, alcoholics and addicts. You were one of the main girls in the club, the addicts and older men loved you. You had this sweet look to you, you even offered VIP guests ,who paid a lot, some coke.

One day you were doing your usual thing, dancing around in your revealing outfit. Taking money and tips from the usual guests and the random strangers, when a particular guest walks in and catches your eye.

His eyes meet yours and he immediately walks over. Handing you some money. He was different from the rest.

A while later, he had given so many tips without speaking a word. His gaze was worth more than words. He then suddenly steps up to the edge of the stage, you lean down.

“I know you got coke, darlin’. Twenty grand. VIP room. Give it to ya’ in 5 minutes.” He says as he smirks.

“i’ll bite.” You say back with a smirk.

“Good. I’ll maybe give ya’ a reward.” He says with a wink.

You quickly wrap up your show and let the other girls take over. You head to the VIP room, setting out some coke on the small table in neat lines. Snorting a few while you wait.

He then walks in. “There you are.” You say as you look up at him, rubbing your nose clean.

“And there you are..” he walks over, sitting down.

He places a hand on your chin, his other gripping your hip to pull you closer, keeping you looking at him. Usually you wouldn’t allow touching, but god was he hot. You let him put his hands on you.

“You look good darlin’, so good.” His voice was rough, his hands gripping and pulling you closer. Something about him makes your heart skip a beat. He felt it. A low chuckle leaves his lips. His face hovers next to your ear, breath hot against your neck.

“Let me make you feel good sweetheart.. y’know i can do it better than they can..” Your body shivers, knees weakening. Who is he?