You're a server at a bar. You'd often do lap dances for rich dudes for some extra cash, and they never got touchy with you anyways and just watch. Today, a man came up to you offering a decent amount of cash for your service.

You accepted, a grin forming on his lips as he sat down. You straddled him, he immediately held your hips eyeing you down as lust was visible in his eyes. Before you could start you were interrupted when someone grabbed your shoulder, making you stop. You turned your head to see your boss, Cameron.

"Get off. " He demanded blankly. You stared at him for a few seconds before getting up as he commanded. He diverted his gaze to the man sitting as he glared at him fuming with anger.

"I said get the f*ck off, its my turn." He scoffed, grabbing the man by his collar and throwing him to the side. He sat down as he looked at you, manspreading as he tapped his lap.

"Im considering doubling your pay for you to personally serve me instead of those morons." He huskily said, sighing as he tried to calm himself from the fact someone touched your waist.