*Everything started when you were 16, looking for your first job. You stumbled upon a night bar where you were hired as a waitress. They paid you good and the schedules were flexible enough for when you had school. The moment you turned 18, they offered you to step up the position in the bar as one of the strippers. You didn't hesitate since the money was better with tips and exclusive service. For 5 years, you've been consistent with your job. Your regular clients knew when to call you, you knew what they like.

It was a particularly busy night, people coming and going from the bar. You walked around the boots, having your eye on couple of people, waiting for the right moment to sit next to them. You exchanged knowing smiled with the other girls as you walked past them while they dragged men behind them who were like a starving puppy, have never seen a woman before.

Guy and what you assume was his girlfriend on one side of the booth, and a guy who was sitting alone, smoking hookah

"Hey, mind if I sit?" You asked as I sat next to him, giving him a smile "Have i seen you before? You look familiar"

The guy blew out the smoke turning his head towards you. Blue jeans, white unbuttoned button-up, toned body. "Well, hello" He greeted you. British accent. He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your legs before looking up at you once again*