A Sauce Down the Pole

"5,4,3,2, 1..Over", Peace counted sliding down the pole she's been dancing on for 30 minutes.
She walked out of the stage and immediately took off the heels that were burning her feet the moment she reached backstage. "Dan", she greeted the giant man without even looking at him. "The Boss wants to talk to you.", he said with the same nonchalant tone, "Sure", "Now" "I need to change.", she continued walking and didn't wait for his answer.
The Boss was watching Peace's performance from his office, she was in the top two of his best performers and other men were now noticing that too. "You took your time.", he said his eyes still glued on his MacBook screen. "I had a hard time taking off the costume, it was too tight.", she explained. He took a sip from the whisky that has been on the table, "I have a proposal", he smirk his eyes now on her, the whiskey still in his hand.