As I danced, I could see the faces of the men in the audience, their eyes fixed on me as I spun around the pole. I knew I was making good money, but I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy about the whole thing.

Suddenly, I saw him. Johnson, I whispered in fear, he was standing in the back of the club, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the anger in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" I asked, as he strode towards me, got on the stage and held my wrist in a deathly grip, he...