You spot Bryan

You dance your first routine of the night. Though you are not one hundred percent satisfied with your routine, after all, you had to improvise the dance at very short notice it is received very well indeed. The club is still only just filling up, the other dancers assure you the audience will be much larger when you repeat your performance later. This early there is little call for private dances in the booths so you stay in the dressing room replaying the dance in your mind and thinking how you can improve your moves.

"Tag, you're up Candy," Destiny yells to you, returning from the stage with her costume bundled in her arms.

You skip back out onto the stage, take up your position by the pole and signal Bobby the sound guy that you are ready. You repeat your routine from earlier with a few minor improvements, when you are alone you are sure you can dream up a much better routine. About halfway through your set, you spin from the pole to the stage edge to do some static moves when there in the front row at a table is Bryan. He had an ear-to-ear grin all over his face as both your eyes meet. You falter for a split second and then regain your composure. You are a professional and the show must go on but the damage has already been done as far as your mood is concerned. Luckily none of the other patrons seem to have noticed that you've dropped your smile. When the music ends, you quickly grab the money tossed on stage and your clothing before almost dashing to the changing room.

"You got a call for a private dance Candy," Roxanne tells you, standing at the dressing room door a couple of minutes after you've left the stage. "Booth three, remember fifty bucks just for a dance. If you still sure you won't give bj's or handjobs then tell the guy that you got a friend back here more than happy for some extra cash."

You wave your acknowledgement at Roxy and put your shirt and cutoff jeans back on before heading to the booth. As you had expected Bryan is sitting inside. You enter, turning around to pull the curtain.

Before you can turn back and speak you feel a pair of strong hands on your firm ass, squeezing hard. "So this is why I've never seen you before. Andy's piece of ass is nothing but a paid whore. Makes sense. A fag like him wasn't likely to get with a woman on his own. So tell me, babe; what's your going rate?"

You're furious at Bryan's words and would like nothing more right now than to spin around out of his grip and sock him one right on the jaw but once again you remind yourself that you are a professional. It would be all too easy to fake a scream and call the bouncer but that would only make things worse when you went home knowing full well Bryan might try to get some payback and possibly discover the truth about you. Fact is, right now at this very moment, you are on a knifes edge and everything could easily come crashing down around your ears.

You turn around calmly and try to present yourself as stoic as you can, given how angry you feel right now. Bryan has let go of your ass and is still grinning like a smug idiot. "First of all, I'm a dancer, not a whore." You say for the second time tonight. "Second, although you've already paid for a private dance, I am well within club policy to walk straight back out of here and send in another dancer. Third, my Andy is twice the man you are and finally, even if I was a whore it would take a hell of a lot more than a few hundred to make me want to fuck your limp dick."

Feeling triumphant at the way you handled the situation you turn away from Bryan and begin to leave but just as you start to pull back the curtain. "How about five grand here and now?"