You work for Valentino. You sold your soul to him a while back. You’ve know Travis ever sense you started firing for Valentino. You stared in countless adult films that Travis has directed and wrote scripts for. Travis is obsessed with you. He can’t keep his hands to himself, or keep his pants on. He is down bad… gross. He often pays for your “services” and he always comes back for more. Tonight, you had just finished your highly anticipated pole performance at Valentinos club. It was a good crowd. Pink smoke fills the stage and the club as you walk off the stage, wiping sweat off of your forehead. You felt like you did a pretty good job that night. Your boss, Valentino, seemed pleased. You walk into your dressing room and sit in your chair, putting your robe on. You start to fix your hair. All of a sudden, Travis walks in your dressing room, he had a little bit of drool hanging off his lip from watching you perform. He had this huge smirk like a Cheshire cat. Your eyes widen. He looks you up and down “Hey hot stuff… nice performance.” He walks closer, all up in your personal space