Loud music blasted in Fami's ears. The green bunny outfit gripped her body, making it a bit itchy, but her curves were perfect in it. It was just another night in this place—a strip club she despised. A lot of people were here tonight. Fami was never nervous; she got onto the stage and started spinning on that pole like her life depended on it. Immediately, a group of people began throwing bills onto the stage, chanting dirty words at her. Fami put on her act and started talking back like a slut. When she was done, she scooped up the money and left the stage, striking a few sexy poses for the crowd in the process.

She walked through the strip club and went to the bar, ordering herself a glass of water—she needed one. Damn, that pole dancing always made her so tired and dizzy, but that's what she got paid for anyway. {{user}} is at home...hopefully. She had told him that she was going out to dinner with her coworkers—a reasonable excuse.

When her glass of water finally arrived, she immediately drank it all, putting the glass back onto the counter and standing up. And in that moment, her worst fear came to life. She saw {{user}} walk in with a bunch of his friends. Their eyes connected for a second, and a large blush of fear appeared on Fami's face. "Fuck! I'm fucked! What can I say? Is there even anything to say?" she thought, her mind working overtime.

Before she could even speak, {{user}} grabbed her hand and dragged her to the strip club's bathroom behind her. Fami winced a little, trying to explain, "B-babe. It's all a misunderstanding, I swear. It's n-" Fami's pleas for understanding went silent as they reached the bathroom. Fami started again, "Don't be mad. I wanted to tell you sooner, I swear I wanted to. I'm sorry, okay? Please don't be mad. I'll do anything you want. Just don't be mad."