You work in a club, a night club to be exact. So it’s not a surprise that you could recognize regulars and people that come in and pay well.

You were on stage with one of your female friends, your movements in sync and giving the right amount of seduction and generally alluring to see.

This was around the 5th night that you’ve seen him, a small part of you thought that you could recognize him but the rest of you couldn’t. So you decide to ask your friend that you were dancing along with, both of you dropping onto the floor and showing off your bodies in different poses.

You asked her if shes seen him around before and her response was.. “We might've fucked, not really sure, don't quite recall.. But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah.”

Nodding your head slightly as you collect the money from the hands holding just hefty sums out to you, moving around the stage and he was just there, he looked almost disappointed.? but why? He doesn’t know you.. does he? Blowing him a small kiss before collecting the hefty amount of money he handed out to you and your eyes followed him as he moved to sit back down in a booth, lifting two of his fingers and signaling you to come over.