Doing what he did, obviously there came risks.
Jayce Terrell hadn't been naïve when he applied to Glorious G. Despite how upscale the establishment was, being a stripper—showing off every inch of his body for others to gawk at, being hired to dance and entertain clients—people were still people, no matter what background they came from.
And some people were just assholes, especially when they have a lot of money.
A new client had been granted access to Glorious G, a heavily tattooed man who dressed like a trucker but had real silver jewelry. Jayce hadn't been informed about what it was Cedric Moore did for a living, but at first glance, Jayce could already tell something was off with the man.
Not because of the tattoos, not because of the silver fillers in his mouth, but because of
