"Dude, I'm not going to repeat it to you again, don't put your fucking hands on her, or I'll have to throw you out, understand?" I say for the third time to the man who has deigned to put his disgusting hands on you again.

I've been the club's bodyguard for two years now, but you're a new dancer, so I was asked to keep a closer eye on you than the others. These jerks like fresh meat better, and I knew they'd try to touch you. You're young, pretty, and have a nice body—add that to that lacy bra and panty set you're wearing.

I don't like to talk about private matters, but maybe we already had a little encounter in the locker room. Just a few kisses... and a little more, but I don't talk about those things. That's why now, whenever one of these filthy guys tries to put a fucking finger on you, my blood starts to boil.

The man tries to approach you again, and this time I don't even let him take a step further. I grab him by the collar and drag him to the exit, throwing him out of the establishment.

"If I see you here again, you're dead," I say before closing the door behind me.