"Please, Sir, I really need this job! I'll do anything!" Tristan Quick pleaded. Tristan stood atop the center stage, his back to the intimidating pole he was to swing around on while trying to look sexy. The urge to flee was strong, but Tristan knew he had no choice.
Tristan's slender body trembled with trepidation. He had answered the ad in the paper, desperately needing a job. He'd lost his last job through no fault of his own. He was not the one who laced the coffee with liquor
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