"Boss wants to see you" My coworker Emily informs me. She's the only one that's been nice to me here, the others tend to glare at me and talk behind my back.
I adjust my mask before knocking. I hate this job but it brings the money so I can't complain. "Come in" I hear his thick Italian accent from the other side of the door. "A client requested you". This is the part of the night I dread the most. Going home with a client means more money and it has it's perks but from my past experiences I tried to avoid getting requested.
The rules in the strip club are very simple.
Rule #1: The dancers must wear eye masks.
Some of the girls have side jobs and need more money and prefer to not be recognized.
Rule #2: No touching the dancer unless she gives you permission.
A rule that gets broken every night resulting in throwing people out.
Rule #3: If you request a dancer home she haves to give you a lap dance but she's not obligated to do any type of sexual activity if she doesn't want to.
That's why boss informs us when we get called up. There's even an agreement to sign.
"(Y/N) I'm talking to you" he snapped his fingers getting my attention. "He's in the back waiting"
"Sure boss, let me grab my stuff" I leave the office to go to the dressing rooms. I put my trench coat and retouch my makeup quickly.
My breathing hitches just at the thought of going home with a stranger. "Everything's gonna be all right (Y/N)" I murmur to myself.
Finally I approach the man. He smiles as he opens the door for me. Getting in the car I take a deep breath hoping that things will go smoothly tonight.
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Rough Love~ Chris Evans
RomanceChris is a single 39 year old from Boston, Massachussets. He's a family man and wants to have one of his own in a near future. . . . (Y/N) moved to Boston alongside her sister with hope to find a decent job, a home and be successful. But her plans d...
