"Hey, I have an offer you won't be able to resist! ;) ". The messenger window popped up. Damn, I hadn't spoken to this guy on Skype for ages. Let's see what he wants I guess. Good old Jonathan from work! You don't get that many well-educated people in our line of work anyway, so I was always intrigued by his intelligence and eloquence. He was 49, the son of a shareholder at Brewdog, famous for always getting us discounts and also being one of the most pleasant guys ever! He was professional, well-mannered and...

"I want to offer you £300 to watch you dance and strip for me.". What. The. Hell.

"Yeah, I've been in love with those beautiful eyes of yours, that face, that smile, that body to kill for. For a chink, you look absolutely stunning. I want you to strip for me and I will transfer you the money immediately!". There's no way he was being serious right now. He would never say...

"I am absolutely serious, dear. I will throw in an extra £100 as well, I have just been begging to watch your 22 year old body undress in front of me. Come on!". What is this weird stuff. I never would have expected this from him. But rent money is draining my card quite a lot... Ugh what the fuck am I supposed to reply...

"Come on honey, yes or no?"