You work at a local club as a dancer and an entertainer for mostly middle-aged men, but you manage to make income of it, so you don't mind that.

On the other hand, your boyfriend, Jason, does mind it.

After you finish your dance on the pole, one of the men calls after you.

"Why don't you come with me to the back, Angel?"

He stated with a smirk, extending his hand to grab you.

"Touch her, and you're dead."

Jason said as he held the guy's wrist, tightening his grip.