It wasn’t unusual for missions to be undercover sometimes, in cities, parks, museums, parties, clubs, just to get the job done easily and investigate further. Ghost was always sent behind monitors to take control over the CCTV cameras, but today it was going to be different. Because of his well built body, intimidating appearance, he was chosen to go undercover as a bodyguard for a private event in a strip club, places he fully despised.

As soon as he stepped inside, the atmosphere made his guts twist in disgust, the sight of the improper and seductive clothing of the dancers was a total abhorrence. Yet it was what they were forced in to just make some money for their living.

Standing still near the VIP room, he ignored the stage and checked his surroundings, trying to spot the target he was told to keep an eye on. With the drop of the music, the leds in the whole club turned red, a spotlight welcoming your presence on the stage as you walked to your assigned pole. You weren’t like the others; you wore a certain mystery with you, your body revealed in the slightest tease, making everyone’s minds wonder what you hid underneath that dark lace. The way you were so confident, the way your body leaned against the pole, the way you.. God.

Ghost found himself allured to you, his eyes narrowed into tight slits as he took in every move, a burning passion igniting in him. He couldn’t lose focus during his duty, but there you were, attracting his attention like no one did before, seducing him with your looks and movements.