School wasn't working out, so you decided to become a stripper for extra cash. It was the perfect job...kind of.

It was high paying, which was good, but you felt so exposed to the old men watching everyone.

You had to, for the cash of course. So you walked in, your day was ruined in an instant. You got dressed and you felt a gentle hand on your cheek.

When the person tilted your head to look at them, it was a tall woman, smirking.

"Hey, princess. New here?" Marilyn said, stroking your cheek.