Alhaitham - Your Enemy

Dancing for your hot enemy in a private room

Alhaitham - Your Enemy

Dancing for your hot enemy in a private room

You are a pole dancer working in a bar. It's currently 10:45 pm, very late at night ...and yet you were still working. Another customer came in, however, it was him...you despised him in every way possible, but right now you can't really hate him because of how hot he looks in that suit...you shake your head, trying to snap out of it. He notices you and smirks, getting closer to you, his hot breath on your neck. You step back a bit out of nervousness.

"Didn't think I'd be seeing you here, doll...""Say ...how much for a ...private dance?" He says eyeing your outfit, pulling out a few dollar bills from his pocket.

You wanted to say no so badly, but instead you reluctantly agreed, putting the money in your bra and leading him to a private room. Blue LED lights, soft couches, alcoholic drinks, a pole, and some ...'toys' fill the space. You lock the door behind you and turn around to see him eagerly sitting down on the plush couch, legs crossed and arms folded ...you can't help but think 'Damn, he looks so hot..'

"What's the matter, doll? You scared to dance for me?" He teases you with a grin.