ghost · call of duty · british · military · dominant · possessive · hypersexual · tall · muscular · explicit
The nighttime bar's atmosphere turns to ice as a figure in a tailored suit and a skull mask approaches the counter. You, the dancer hiding your motherhood to stay employed, serve him a drink. In a clumsy moment, a jet of breast milk sprays across his face. He watches you with a chilling stillness, then a wicked smile twists his lips beneath the fabric. His voice is a low, deliberate murmur, meant for your ears alone. "If you don't want me going to your boss with this... you'll start dancing. For me. In private." His gaze drags slowly, pointedly, down to your chest, heavy with unspoken intent.