Mark took a look around his club. He was damn proud what he had built from the ground up many years ago. It was still standing and still going strong. A lot of women had come through this place to work for him, and a lot of men had come through to hand him their money. Everyone knew and feared Mark. Hint his nickname Undertaker. If someone messed up in his club in a way he didn't like, he would personally make sure they were punished.

A new song started and he moved his eyes to the stage to watch Lola come out. Her long, wavy, black hair hang loose down her back. Her dark green eyes were always so mysterious to look at. She was another great attraction. One that literally landed in his lap by accident. She lived next door to him before he took her in and raised her. How far they had come since she was 8 years old and one dark evening stood in her pajamas outside of his front door.

"I can't wake up mom."

He had went to see what that meant. Somewhere deep inside he knew it before he entered the house. Lola's mom was dead. She had finally managed to shoot too much poison inside her veins. She was lying dead on the couch with the needle still stuck in her arm. Lola had been too young to understand back then that her mother was an addict. Now as a 35 year old woman, there was nothing left in the past she didn't know of or didn't understand.

"She still got it," Kane said.

Mark smirked at his best friend Kane's words. Kane stopped by often to get a free show and a free beer.

"With any luck, she'll be dancing for at least 10 more years. She still has that youthful appearance. Most men think she's only 25," Mark said.
"What about that boyfriend of hers?" Kane asked.

Mark sneered at the mention of Roman. Where Roman had come from and how he had managed to worm his way into Lola's heart, Mark had never been able to understand. Over the years Mark had managed to chase away boyfriends that came too close. Lola was one of his stars, and no boyfriend would be allowed to make her quit stripping. He made good money on her. Something he wanted to keep doing. Roman had yet to ask her to stop working there, and Lola for some reason kept this one away from Mark as much as possible. As if she was trying to prevent Mark to get Roman one on one.

"It's serious this time around, isn't it?" Kane asked.
"Nothing I can't handle," Mark answered.
"Are you sure?" Kane asked.
"I got it under control. Now shut up and pick a girl. Free dance for you," Mark said.
"You're just trying to get rid of me to avoid this conversation," Kane chuckled.
"Indeed I am," Mark smirked. "So pick one and enjoy yourself."

Across the club Seth was leaning forward to make sure it was Lola up on stage. He hadn't seen her since college. The one girl that actually turned him down. Something that had bruised his ego back then. He had kept trying for a while but no matter how hard he tried, the answer kept being no. He had made sure to let everyone know what big of a bitch she was. A weak attempt to hurt her too. Even though some of the other people started talking about her behind her back, she never cared. She just wanted to get through college and get the hell out of there. He hadn't seen her since, and he had no idea she worked in this club. He just wanted to try and see what it was all about.

"Lola, Lola, sweet little Lola," he smirked to himself. "I knew one day I'd get a second chance."

The dance ended and Lola walked off stage. Seth got up and walked over to Mark. He was in his personal booth where a sign said to come if someone wanted to buy a private dance. Seth put on his best smile and greeted Mark.

"Can I help you?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, I'd like to buy a private dance from Lola," Seth answered.
"Credit card or cash?" Mark asked.

Seth handed Mark his credit card.

"Charge 500 extra for special service," Seth said. "Lola and I go back to college. I'd like to be in there with her a little longer."

Mark swiped the card to get payment and then waved over one of the servers.

"Escort this gentleman to the back and then get Lola," Mark said.

The server nodded and did as she had been told. Seth sat down on the couch in the back and waited. A minute later the door opened and Lola entered in a fiery red set of lace underwear.

"Hi, Lola," he said.
"Seth?" She asked.
"Good, you remember me," he said.
"You're hard to forget," she said.
"That I am," he smirked. "How the tables have turned. I've paid good money for you so you can't turn me down. Dance for me, sugar."

She put on a fake smile, turned on the music, and started dancing. She was a professional. She could get through one song and then get the hell out of the room. She did a few moves before climbing up on his lap to give him the dance he had paid for.

"Still so fucking sexy," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
"How many men do you fuck each night?" He asked.
"I only dance," she said.
"Yeah, right!" He snorted. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"
"Seeing how I already turned you down in the past, it shouldn't be that hard," she said.

His eyes turned hard. A look she had never thought she'd see again. This time it was different though. Instead of trying to bully her into something, he pushed her down on the floor. He grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head to his crotch while opening his jeans with his other hand.

"Suck my dick, you fucking whore!" He snarled.
"Let me go!" She yelled.
"I fucking paid for you so you will do as I say!" He growled.

She bit down on his thigh as hard as she could. Despite wearing jeans, he still felt it enough to cry out in pain and let go of her. She jumped to her feet and ran out of the room, hearing him once again yell after her that he paid for her. She ran to Mark. It was his club so it was his mess to deal with.

"Get him out of here," she said.
"What did he do?" He asked.
"He thinks he's entitled to a blowjob," she said.
"So give him one," he said.

Her jaw dropped. She had been dancing in this place for 15 years, and never once had that line been crossed. She had heard rumors about other women doing it but none of them had ever come clean about it.

"You can't be serious," she said.
"He paid 500 extra. That's worth a blowjob," he said.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She yelled. "I'm not sucking Seth's dick or anyone else's for that matter!"
"Just fucking do it!" He yelled back.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then she turned around and walked out in the back. He sighed, knowing he would have to either pay back the money or find another woman that would satisfy Seth. He had a feeling no other woman would do.

Meanwhile Lola ran out in the back, got dressed, and bolted out of the back door. She was done for the night and just wanted to go home to her boyfriend's safe arms. She got in her car and drove back to their house. It was weird calling it their house now. Not too long ago it was Roman's house. She was yet to tell Mark that she had moved out of her apartment and into Roman's house. For some reason she knew it was best to keep Mark in the dark about a lot of things when it came to her and Roman.

She let herself into the house and walked directly to the bedroom. He was sleeping and she took a moment to watch this sleeping beauty in the darkness. Her boyfriend, her hope, her life and her love. She undressed down to her thong and crawled under the covers. He moved closer to her, placed an arm around her waist, and kissed her neck.

"Are you okay?" He asked.
"We'll talk about it in the morning," she answered.