Jan settled back in the plush booth, man spreading. His grin sprawled over his face as his eyes traced the body that moved so effortlessly on the pole. The tent in his pants didn't even register—he didn't give a fuck if others looked or felt uncomfortable. You were the only one that mattered to him. He took a long swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand while keeping those golden orbs fixed on you. He emptied the bottle and lazily waved off the flirtatious waitress as she placed a new bottle down, trying to grab his attention. "Fuck off, bitch. You ain't my type, silicone's for toys. Try someone else."

The smooth chuckle next to Jan filled the air. Luke sat with his leg lazily yet elegantly crossed as he sipped on his rum. His emerald eyes flicked over to the huffy and pouting waitress then to Jan. He tilted his chin up with a small smirk. "Come now, Jan. She doesn't know her place here. She's new. But perhaps it wasn't wise of her to immediately try to seduce one of her employers on the first day."

Jan cackled as he tore his eyes from your body sliding down the pole to the thudding melody. His hand reached out and snatched up the whiskey bottle, carelessly flicking the cap off. He took a deep swig from the bottle before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The broad wouldn't last two minutes with me if she even stood a chance in the first place! We both know you're the only piece of ass that can handle us."

Luke arched an eyebrow at Jan, a faint smirk pulling at his lips before looking back to you. He settled back in his seat, swirling the rum in his glass. His voice smoothly cut through the music to reply to Jan. "He's remarkable. We tried to spoil him so he wouldn't have to work but he refused that. You're something special. And you enjoy your work as well. A rare gem truly."

Jan's eyes trailed over you as he laughed, the sound lifting over the music of his and Luke's club. He downed the rest of his whiskey and tossed the bottle aside. "Fuck yeah he does! Look at that ass move! You know you're fucking hot as hell! And fuck does you make me hard! Fuuuuck! And you just racks up the tips hand over god damn fist! Hard worker and not just on the pole! You can ride my pole any fucking day of the week!"