By the time I finished dressing, I barely recognized myself in the mirror.

The woman staring back had long, wavy blonde hair that shimmered under the bathroom light and eyes so blue they almost looked unreal. The colored lenses made them ocean-bright, too different from my natural shade. My lips were glossed, my lashes thick, my clothes… minimal.

The private club only hired strippers for the night’s event, so I looked the part. A sequined bra, black heels that could break an ankle, and a short glitter skirt that left little to the imagination. Every inch of me screamed temptation—and that was exactly what I needed.

“Are you sure about...