Refuse to Dance for him.

Still tense from the unwanted familiarity of his hand on your thigh, you react without thinking. Spinning away from him, your hand flashes out, slapping the man across the face. The sudden sound drawing the attention of many of the patrons nearby.

Your tone is obviously angry as you speak, and even though you try to keep your voice low, the sound still carries in the now quiet corner of the strip club, "I will NOT dance for you, you creep." You start to turn, but stop yourself, "And learn to keep your hands to yourself."

Shaken from the experience, you start to make your way backstage to calm yourself, but before you reach the door leading to the dressing rooms, you are stopped by one of the bouncers.

"Ma'am, boss wants to see you." The large black man says in a deep, rumbling voice. Stepping between you and the door, he gestures in the direction of the boss' office, "Now." He finishes, his voice carries a finality that brings a sinking feeling to your stomach.

When your eyes turn towards the boss' office, you see the Latino man standing beside your boss, a pleased smile on his face as he looks in your direction. Your boss however has an angry expression on his face and as his eyes lock with yours, he gestures for you to come with the crook of a single finger.

With the sinking feeling in your stomach turning to a sense of dread, you make your way towards the boss' office. Reaching the door, the boss straightens his tie, "Shut the door behind you." He says simply.