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Have a drink. Have a dance and enjoy the fuckin' night.
[* The muffled lyrics of We Go Up by Nicki Minaj can be heard in the background while the club gets ready to open for the night.* ]
"How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me? That is what gets me."
...
The club lights were dimmed and low as you walked in tonight. It was still early and there were only a few patrons in there that were already being entertained by other girls. Quiet night. The thought crossed your mind for a second but you shook the observation away almost immediately. Slow nights at the club weren't a good sign. No movement meant no money and you weren't here to cash out on just a few hundreds tonight. You were here to rack it up.
"Hi Johnny." You flashed a smile to the bar tender as you passed by, giving him a small wave as he poured drinks. The tender lifted his head and smiled fondly at you, winking playfully your way and greeting you back with a 'hey, sugar' a nickname you had grown fond of and was given to you by the bartender whom you had known since the very start of working here.
If it wasn't obvious enough, this club was special to you. It was your stomping ground. The place where you started out. The place where you created your hustle. You started out as nothing but a bottle girl. Waiting tables and serving drinks to patrons while the other more experienced girls entertained. You graduated from serving to dancing and soon enough, you were one of the top earners for the club. Making so much guap for yourself that you weren't sure at your young age of what to do with it all. Nobody said it would be easy. Dancing wasn't for everyone. You remembered throwing up immediately after you finished your first stage. But it got easier and the money got better.
Before you knew it, in less than a year you were able to move yourself out from living in your car and into your own apartment. More time went by and soon you were able to pay off your student loans before graduating and even bought yourself your first house. It was crazy to think that you used to work nights and go to school during the day. Shaking your ass for some cash just to get by. Now it was different. Now... you made it. For once in your life, you were financially stable and happy.
Whoever said money couldn't buy happiness fucking lied.
You fell in love with the lifestyle.
However, as a few years went by, your desires changed. You were no longer the wide-eyed, barely legal person that was desperate to make it in this city. As much as you enjoyed dancing and entertaining, you didn't want to waste all the time you had put into your education. The whole purpose as to why you started stripping anyways was to put yourself through school. You wanted more. You wanted to build a fortune for yourself. To be a woman of power and to create an empire.
You wanted to achieve better for yourself and so, you decided to take a break from entertaining. Decided to step back and think about your future. You weren't sure where you saw yourself in a few years. But you knew you couldn't do this forever. Stripping wasn't getting easier. And these old ass sugar daddies you were entertaining weren't dying either. You needed a plan for the years to come. Sure, dancing paid the bills. But they couldn't get you the big house, big cars and big rings you dreamed of having.
So, during that little break, you applied to different schools with your eyes being set on pursuing a masters degree. You were excited when you received all the acceptance letters from very respected institutions. And after a careful decision, you left the game altogether. It wasn't easy to quit and leave. You were giving up comfort and stability. Giving up the lifestyle you worked so hard for to blindly attend school and you weren't even sure you would make it. But fuck it! You just had to jump head first into the deep end. You had to rip the band aid off and you did. Accepting an offer from a school that was still in your city and promising your house mom and fellow stripper friends that it wasn't going to be the last time they saw you.
Whether you pursued a higher education or not was your choice. You just wanted the option and to prove to yourself that you could do it. You didn't have to worry about the cost, of course. Your money was invested in many different ventures. In other words, you had your own. But it wasn't always this way. You didn't always have it this easy.
Although you've been a go-getter from the start, you grew up poor. Your parents didn't give a fuck about you and quite frankly, they should have never been parents to begin with. You had to learn how to work hard for whatever you wanted from a very young age. You had no one to thank for your success but yourself. And because of your hard work, you were always making dough.
You were about to enter your first year of university soon and only took up shifts at the club when your house mom invited you out because that meant a big spender was visiting and you were about to seriously cash out. You thought of it as a chance to get dolled up and make yourself as desirable as possible because you knew you could grab the attention of some high ballers.
That was just the reality of being a stripper, huh? The more prettier you were... The more money you made. The more attention you got... The more connections you made. It was unfortunate that this was such a standard but you have to remember, this was all just a plot in the game. It was all just for fun. And to put it plain and simply, you couldn't give a damn about standards when it came to getting your money. You'd do what you needed to do to get your coin. So what if you had to wear tight clothes and shake your ass on some men that probably couldn't even get it up? You racked it up each and every time. There was no shame in getting paid.
Being a dancer meant you would meet some very generous men too. Some of whom you still kept in contact with after you stopped dancing. It's not like it was your fault. They wanted more of you. You'd be crazy to pass up their offers. You'd be out of your damn mind if you said no to getting paid to simply exist. You wouldn't necessarily call keeping in touch with these men being a sugar baby or gold digger. You just knew what you liked and what you liked was to be spoiled. You loved luxury and sure, you could you provide for yourself. You did that all the time but it wasn't the same.
You loved the feeling of being wined and dined. Being flown out to a different country just to hang on the arm of a wealthy man attending a party. Being gifted Hermes bags and expensive jewelry because you offered someone a few hours of your time. Taken to luxurious restaurants for a meal just because a rich businessman needed some company. One man even offered to buy you an expensive car if you could attend a charity dinner with him. You'd be crazy to say no. You loved it all.
The attention. The feeling of being desired.
And yes, you had sex with these men because well, fuck, you had needs too. You had standards of your own though, and if you were going to hook up with a customer, they better be a good one. And by good... they better make it worth your while both in the sheets and of course, with their wallets. You didn't go for the sleaze balls only wanting to nut and leave. You chose people that suited your taste. Good, respectful people. You didn't need them anyways. You could do it on your own. But having the option was always a plus. And sometimes, they treated you so good, it was impossible not to want to spend a night or two with them. These men weren't relationship material anyways. And you sure a hell weren't looking for love either because the last thing you ever needed to do was fall in love with a customer.
This simple statement was one of the most important unwritten rules of being a stripper...
Never fall in love with a customer.
Did you hear me?
Never.
Don't forget that.
That's why this side hustle was perfect for you. You didn't think it was a degrading job. You were proud of who you were and how far you came. This type of work was fucking exhausting. And it wasn't a walk in the park. Some nights you hardly made a few bills. Other nights you were harassed by drunk imbeciles trying to cop a feel on your body. You had to make sure you were always glammed and ready. Had to ensure you were done up just in case an opportunity came by. Who knew if you ever had to catch a flight to Miami or get on a yacht to the islands. You always had to be prepared. Even when you were sweat pants, hair tied and chilling with your make up on, you had to be ready.
As Drake once said, "Hair done, nails done, everything did."
That was the truth. But it wasn't all glamour. This was a dangerous profession and people would go well out of their way to make you know how looked down on sex work and stripping was. You never really knew who you and what you were dealing with and there was the possibility you could end up in some real ass danger. If you entertained the wrong person or gave attention to an individual that shouldn't have ever been given a second look, you could land yourself in serious trouble. Killed and thrown in a ditch for no one to ever find you even. Fortunately, you haven't come across any creeps, but you've heard enough horror stories about what some innocent women had to go through in this game and that's why you were careful. This job could turn nasty in a mere second and you could never be too sure about what you were getting into.
As for relationships...
They were never your forte.
You always felt like you put in more work than your partner. Always cared too much. Always loved too much. And your last relationship that ended years ago proved you were right about that. You always gave 110% and always ended up hurt. So, you said FUCK LOVE.
No one was worthy of your love, time and commitment. You'd take these customers for all they were worth if they wanted to give it to you. Sure, the men you entertained were decent and treated you well but the truth was, they were probably married with children. They most likely had whole ass families waiting for them back home.
You knew they all weren't what they seemed. None of these men were looking for a wife when they walked into the strip club. Hell no. They were looking for a good time. Looking to spend a couple hours with a pretty bitch because they couldn't get the same thing at home. That wasn't any of your business though. You were merely an entertainer. An actress really. And if you played your cards right, you could have anything you wanted. These men were just stupid enough to give it all to you.
All you had to do was put on a face and finesse.
...
Putting in your earphones, you pressed play on your music playlist and started to get ready. It felt like an eternity since you had even worn a full face of makeup, so you decided to do a dramatic look. Beginning with a dark, smokey eye and finishing with a bold lip. After spraying your face with setting spray, you started to work on your hair. Parting the hair down the middle and deciding to straighten the locks to give you a dark, edgy but enticing look.
You peered into the mirror after finishing your makeup and smiled lightly at yourself in satisfaction. Now you needed to choose an outfit that would match this look. You needed something eye catching. Something that would play into these twisted fantasies swarming in the heads of your patrons.
You knew just the thing. Just the fit that would have these men barking for more. It wasn't a conventional outfit. Not a tight dress and some pleaser heels like you would wear on a regular night. No. Today was special. And for a special night, you needed something eye catching but sexy. You hummed to yourself as you opened your duffle bag and looked through the variety of outfits you packed for yourself. Grinning to yourself as you pulled out a sheer black set with matching clip-on cat ears, a collar and lace fingerless gloves.
Hopefully the big ballers coming out today would appreciate the time you put into this look. And hopefully, you would find someone to help you out of it at the end of the night too... If they wanted to, of course.
After getting dressed, you slid on a pair of black chunky heels and stood up. Taking out a bottle of your favorite perfume from your bag and spritzing yourself with it. Getting the intoxicating scent behind your wrists, ears and even behind your knees because if you knew... you knew.
"You know... I don't look too shabby if I had to say." A giggle left your lips when you spoke to yourself and then you leaned down, fixing a pair of garters around your thighs then finally taking a look at yourself in the full-length mirror near the lockers.
Who is this?
You felt nervous. You didn't even recognize yourself anymore. Butterflies began to form within your stomach. Fluttering around the pit of your tummy and making their way up to your throat then fanning out to your ears. Goosebumps made your skin raise and you felt shaky for a moment. The nerves making you feel as though it was your first day in the club all over again.
You could distinctly remember the first time you auditioned here. The way you almost fell off the poll in front of the house mom and manager. The way they held in their laughter at you. The humiliation you felt. You wanted to run out of the club with your tail between your legs. To wallow into a ground full of embarrassment. But you didn't. You did the unthinkable. You smiled with your head held high after the most shameful performance of your life. You made an impression on the club the first night you auditioned and they took a chance on you.
Now here you were... A seasoned dancer coming back to cash out.
You took a deep breath, fixing the neckline of your dress and then your cat ears in the mirror. Your eyes flickered to a clock along the wall. Watching the way the minute hand ticked closer and closer to the next hour. It was almost time to go out to the floor and that meant, you had to leave yourself behind to introduce your new self... -your stripper name-
"Let me look at you" You heard a familiar voice behind you and you smiled, turning around to look at your old house mom. You beamed at her as she opened her arms for you, "You're so beautiful, oh my God" She laughed as she enveloped you in a tight hug.
You giggled softly, pulling back to look at her, "I can say the same for you. You haven't aged since I've met you. Why don't you throw on one of my outfits and join us out there tonight too? I know you still got it in you." You winked at her as she shook her head,
"Maybe I will if I see you girls struggling out there. I know I'm old but I can still shake this ass like I'm 20, baby" You both burst out laughing.
Your house mom was as close to a real mother as you ever got. She made sure you were loved. Cooked meals for you and even washed your dance clothes sometimes. She was what a mother was supposed to be. She always had a soft spot for you and that's why you still kept in touch with her. She was like the mom you never had. The mom you always wanted. You loved her with all your heart.
"But for real.. There's a reason why I called you girls out tonight, Y/N.. These people asked for only the best girls in the club. They were very firm with that. They requested specifically for the best of the best and honestly... these newer dancers aren't as good as my O.G girls, you know?" Your house mom explained, reaching up to fix the cat ear that was pinned in your hair for you as you eyed her through the mirror.
"Who are they though?" You questioned, raising a brow.
She sighed, shrugging, "No idea. I have no fucking clue who they are and where they're coming from. That's why I'm so stressed out! I was just told to make sure no one else except the entertainers and security are allowed in the room." She made a face, "They requested at least ten girls too so I'm guessing it's either a celebrity or the fucking mafia. I'm not gonna ask questions though. They pre-paid. Sent in enough money to cover our rent for the month just for tonight alone. Fuck." She nodded with a frazzled laugh, "Whoever they are, they clearly mean business. I'm not even going to question it. Let's just hope they turn their pockets out and don't waste our time. You know what I mean? If I see they're not tipping you girls enough, I'm kicking their asses outta here."
Although you were confused about her vagueness, you laughed in agreement. You knew what she meant and figured that these men were most likely involved in crime or some sort of illegal trouble. There was no way some random ass bunch of men would just hand out more than enough money to a club they had never been to before. It seemed off. But like your house mom said, you weren't going to question it. Take em' for all that they're worth, remember?
"Either way it'll be fun. It's always a good time coming back here." You smiled at her before she looked at her phone, nudging you towards the exit of the changerooms while she spoke,
"You better get up there, they'll be here in a second. Have fun, honey."
"I'll try."
You gave her another smile before brushing your hair back, slinging your money bag over your shoulder as you walked out of the dressing room. Making your way down a small corridor that led to a staircase, you took the stairs that showed you to a private area. A secret speakeasy located in the furthest part of the club. A room that didn't exist to the outside world. A room reserved for the best ballers.
[ ' The Violet Room ' ]
This part of the club was completely different than downstairs. It screamed rich. Luxury. Only the elite could come up here. Most regular patrons didn't even know about this part of the club. As far as you remember, this room was only for people who were somebody. Celebrities, athletes, businessmen, etc. If you knew about this place, it was because you afford it.
The air smelled like vanilla as you stepped into the room. It was a pleasant scent. Different than the way downstairs smelled with the scent of cigars and weed hanging around in the air throughout the main floor of the club. It was special here. Warm and spacious. Cleaner and more up your alley in terms of comfort. Like mentioned, only the elite were given access to this room. That counted for dancers too. Newbies couldn't step foot in here unless they were racking thousands in bills for the club. If you were invited to this room, that meant you made it as a stripper.
Heard that? You made it as a stripper. You. On your own too.
You were eager to get out onto the floor and so, you found a vacant locker and stashed your money bag inside, hurriedly making your way out to the club floors so you could scout out any potential customers. You could feel the deep bass of the music in your stomach as you walked past the bar of the club. Spotting some of the girls you used to work with who were busy getting bottles ready for the guests that assumedly had been arriving soon. About to turn the corner and head up to the DJ booth to say hello tonight's DJ, you heard yet another voice you had grown to know and love greet you from behind,
"Y/N? It's been so long!"
You spun around and acknowledged the voice. A huge smile spreading across your face while you ran up and give your old stage manager a hug, "I missed you and this place so much, I can't lie." You laughed. Your stage manager wasn't the typical arrogant, money hungry club manager. He was a gentle, humble man who only had the best intentions in mind for the workers and the club. He took care of you as if you were his own daughter and looked out for the girls here. Protecting you all better than the bouncers themselves.
"We were going to have Topaz start the stage but she said she needs more time to get ready. I was just looking for another girl to get on the stage like right now. Would you mind doing it? I don't know who these people are that are coming but they seem to be high profile. How about starting the night off right by opening the stage for us?" He explained while he jogged up to you as he gestured to the empty stage. He seemed stressed. Clearly whoever was coming wanted a good show and knowing your stage manager, he wanted to deliver.
"Fuck no... I mean... No... I don't know.. I didn't prepare a set or anything.." You felt another nervous wave rush over you. You haven't danced in ages. You weren't planning to dance either. Your initial plan of motion was to sit on the lap of some rich, drunk fool and see how much money he gives you. Asking you to step out onto the stage without a set prepared was like asking you to backflip off a dive board without knowing how to swim. There was no way you were going to do it, "I think I'd fall off the pole to be honest." You mumbled, trying to make up some sort of excuse.
"Nah. You're just saying that. But no worries if you don't want to—" He smiled at you, giving your arm a pat as he started to turn away.
You hummed softly and your eyes darted back to the stage. You studied the large stage with a longing look. The lights were beginning to dim as the technicians got ready and the stripper pole in the middle of the stage looked rather inviting. It had been so long since you last danced and you weren't sure if you still had it in you. You weren't even sure if you could move the way you used to without pulling your muscles in several places... But the longing feeling didn't go away.
You missed being on the pole. Missing the cool touch of the metal. Missing the burn of your skin wrapping around the material while you spun around it. You missed the feeling of being free while you danced. Longed for the stares of hungry eyes on your body and definitely missed the money being thrown at your feet in all directions,
"I mean..—" You whispered under your breath, hesitating. Your eyes looked off to the side and spotted the DJ making his way to the booth, "Fuck." You puffed some air into your cheeks, lips pursing into a small pout as you thought, "No--" You were about to decline as politely as you could again. Feeling the fear of messing up and embarrassing yourself in front of these special clients begin to overwhelm you.
Overhearing you conversation from the bar, your friend and fellow dancer approached you and the stage manager with a grin across her face and with of course, two drinks in her hand, "What do you mean no, babe?" Your friend nudged you as she spoke, "Take a shot and then answer." She teased, passing you a shot of what you could only guess was Hennessey.
You eyed the shot glass within her fingers and rolled your eyes, "Fine." You took the shot from her and smiled, clinking your glass with hers as you finally gave in, "But you better tell the DJ to not fuck up my song like he did the first time." You laughed, becoming reminiscent of the time the DJ accidentally delayed your song and made you start late when you did your first stage. You sucked in a sharp breath and raised the glass to your lips, downing the shot in one go and shoving the glass back to your friend as you swallowed, making a noise as the alcohol burned down your throat, "And don't forget my stage name either." You added, feeling the immediate warmth of the liquor hitting your system.
The stage manager grinned triumphantly and gave you a thumbs up, pretending to wipe an imaginary bead of sweat from his brow while your friend latched onto you and squeezed your arm with a smile, "You have nothing to worry about, girl. You've always been one of the best dancers."
You forced yourself to smile and shook your head in disbelief, "Wish me luck, guys." You said to your friend and stage manager before you made your way back stage. Wish me luck. Your own words echoed in your head while you slid your way past the speakers and audio set up at the back of the stage, sending a small wave to the sound technicians on standby while you took your place close to a few stairs that lead to the stage. You leaned down and ensured your heels were nice and tight around your ankles so that they didn't go flying off your feet during the set then you took a look at yourself in the mirror close to the stage one final time. Adjusting your outfit and pushing your titties up, making sure your push up bra was doing its job.
"Okay. Let's go." You whispered to yourself, turning your body halfway to see your rear in the mirror and checking your ass out through the reflection in it. A hand running over the sheer stockings covering your ass, "You're hot." You gave yourself a little pep talk, "Make money." You hand over your ass gave yourself a little slap for encouragement, "Then buy some chicken nuggets, go home and sleep." You nodded to your reflection and put on a smile, turning your attention back to the entrance of the stage once a technician motioned for you to get ready, "Chicken nuggets." You chanted your favourite late night snack under your breath. Reminding yourself of the imminent reward you would be able to dine on as soon as you left the club tonight.
You heard the music beginning to play and then the lights began to dim. Slowly fading from the bright fluorescents to the Violet Room's signature light scheme. Purple. A deep, rich shade of it too. Violet and black lights cascading over the stage. Creating a shadowy effect and making the atmosphere feel all the more intoxicating. There wasn't anymore time to hesitate. Hearing the technicians counting down behind you. Hearing your stage manager's encouraging words in your ears. You tried to drown the noise out by humming softly to yourself to calm your nerves.
And then you finally said fuck it, taking one step and getting up onto the stage. Oof. It always felt like you were putting on some sort of big show before doing a stage. As if you were doing a huge production or performance. You would never get used to that feeling and no amount of drinks or shots would ever prepare you for it. That was just one thing about entertainment you had to get used to.
Another deep breath inhaled through your nose and you glanced towards the stage manager who had made his way to the side of the stage exit while he prepared his mic. He gave you a thumbs up once more, counting you down as he stood on the sidelines.
"Three... Two... - Showtime!"
You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as the velvet curtains began to open. 'No going back now' You thought to yourself.
"LET'S START THIS NIGHT OFF purrrrfectly WITH ONE OF OUR SPECIAL LADIES. Don't be shy, fellas.. This kitty doesn't bite. Let's welcome -your stripper name- to the stage, gentleman—"
You snorted lightly at the stage manager's introduction to you but you couldn't react fully because the curtains fully opened and the music was more profound now. You stepped out onto the stage and forced yourself not to squint, feeling slightly blinded by the lights. Damn. You couldn't see shit yet but you plastered on a sultry smile and walked out onto the stage slowly. Sensually. Just like you used to do.
"Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged. Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck.."
You listened to the music. Queen Bey. Your wifey. This was your favorite song to dance to. The one you auditioned with and the one you used for special performances. It was impossible to sit still when this song played because it just put you into that mood that made you want to dance on someone immediately. Soon enough, you were feeling the rhythm and your hips started to sway with the music. Enjoying the slow bass of the music starting to thump throughout your entire body.
You listened to the lyrics. Imagined the song was written and sung just for you. You made the song yours. Moved as if Beyoncé herself wrote that song with you in mind. You forgot the club was packed and you were on stage now. Only focused on yourself and the way your body moved. The way your hands slowly ran up your abdomen and then over your breasts,
"He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse..."
You could see the bills starting to hit the stage as you moved, a bright smile on your face with your hands cupping your breasts teasingly as you faced the crowd. You avoided eye contact with the men while you danced but that didn't mean you couldn't feel their lustrous stares on you while you moved. It was almost too obvious with the way some of them were watching you with drool already hanging out of their mouths. It made you feel powerful. Made you feel as if you could get them all to submit to you. Oh, the power trip you were on right now was insane because you knew you had them all wrapped around your finger.
You knew you had these men right where you wanted them.
"Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up. We ain't even gonna make it to this club..."
With a hand moving above your head, you took a grasp of the pole in the middle of the stage. Fingers wrapping around the cool metal and making the hair on your skin raise at the contact of the metal touching your warm skin. You circled around the pole slowly before dipping down to the ground, making your ass bouncing lightly. Expertly. The way you knew how.
"Handprints and footprints on my glass. Handprints and good grips all on my ass..."
As you came back up, you arched your back before rolling your body slowly against the pole. You made another circle around the pole and smiled, eyes scanning the crowd while you let your body freely sway around the pole. It was your habit to scout the patrons while you danced. It was the way you could pick out who had the most money or who was the most attractive. It was your technique to find the person you were going to spend the rest of the evening with... or the night. This time it was hard though. They all looked like they were balling. And they were all fucking sexy.
"Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like"
You danced with the music, letting all your nervousness wash away as you got into it. Bills of money started to fill the stage as you took hold of the pole again, wrapping a leg around it and letting yourself swing around it with a grin. Then you were climbing the poll. Clinging tight to the metal while you hoisted yourself up onto it and did a crucifix climb pose. Allowing for the men to take a good look at your body while you climbed the pole then easily twirled your body down from the top of the pole back to the floor while more money skittered to the floor just because you were that entertaining.
You couldn't lie, you were having fun. But you needed to find someone that you could use to entertain yourself with later on as well. So, you focused. Sharp eyes glancing nonchalantly around the stage and noting about about 12 men sitting around the club. They were all finely dressed men. But if your eyes didn't fuck with you, you noted that 7 of them in particular were especially hot. The rest seemed like they were just there as security. Big, burly men positioning themselves near the tables the other gentlemen were seated on and near the exits of the club doors too. The other men seemed unbothered by the high presence of security. Almost as if they were used to this high profile of protection surrounding them. They all looked like they were having a good time nevertheless. You spotted a few vibing and moving along to the music while other's leaned back in their seats and sipped their drinks as if they were in long due of having a night like this.
There was one thing in common with these 7 men though.
They all had money. Fat stacks of cash in their hands or placed in front of their eye view that they used to toss out to the stage. It all seemed like fun for them to be here. Sometimes it looked like as if they were playing a game. A game between a few of them to see who could throw more bills. Wow. That's a first. Imagine pretending a hundred dollar bill was a Kobe shot. Being rich wasn't the only thing was you noticed about them either. Nah. There was one more thing. One more thing that you couldn't shake. One thing that made your body feel heated all over...
The way they looked at you... Eyes full of hunger. Gazes full of intrigue and dare you say it, lust.
Fuck, this wasn't going to be easy.
You struggled to find someone that looked like a big tipper because they were all making it rain on your stage. Covering the floor of the stage with so much money, you could no longer see the floor beneath you and you were now dancing on top of the money. You wanted to lay down on top of the blanket of bills and make cash angels. Wanted to pile it all up and jump into it like a kid would do with fallen autumn leaves from a tree. Just seeing the money alone excited you and you were beginning to feel as if you were hallucinating because why did these men look strangely familiar to you?
You felt as though you had seen them somewhere before. Maybe in your fantasies or something because there was no way a bunch of dudes like this would be living and existing in your shitty city. Were you really so dick deprived that these men seemed like the most attractive bunch of guys you've ever seen in one setting? You couldn't tell anymore. All you knew was that you needed to bring one of them home with you tonight. And you knew after you were done this set that it didn't matter which one you'll talk to and try to finesse because you wouldn't mind taking on any of them.
Whoever these gentleman were, you were ready to bust it down for all of them if given the chance because you were giving up on finding just one person to focus on. That was until your eyes finally landed on one pair of eyes in particular. Sat away from the stage at a table with another gentleman. There sitting just a few feet away was a man with a pair of eyes so dark and hauntingly black, his gaze shocked your entire soul. He was entranced with you. Failing to notice the dancer at his side trying to get his attention. Failing to acknowledge his friend who was leaning in to whisper into his ear. And failing to notice his entire surroundings because he was staring right at you. Eyes trained on your shadow as if he was under some sort of witchy spell.
The man was so fucking handsome. Hell, they all were fucking gorgeous but this one was different. You could tell from the start he was unique. With a full head of luscious, long, chocolate coloured hair that was tousled softly. Gorgeous, permed hair that framed his face perfectly paired with two pretty brown eyes so deep and mesmerizing. He stood out so much that you felt naked under his gaze. There was something about his eyes. Something about the way he looked at you with them. His eyes were so crystal clear. Dazzling you and making the universe shine in them. You wanted to come closer. Just to see how full of glitter and diamonds they were. They twinkled almost and gave him a charm that made you feel weak in the knees already.
"The kinda girl you like is right here with me... Right here with me. "
The blare of the music shook you out of your daze and you had forgotten you were dancing. You almost lost character after looking into the eyes of this stranger and you had to quickly pull it together. Adverting your gaze and looking away as you made a transition up the pole. Almost subconsciously climbing the pole in an effort to avoid the stare of this fine as hell person. But it was no use. Your pole tricks weren't much help anymore because every time you landed on the ground again, you would find this person in the crowd without even trying. Fuck, he was attractive. Dressed in all black and leaning comfortably in his seat with a drink in his hand. Man-spread shamelessly and looking so delicious, you wanted to name him after every single dessert the world had to offer.
His stare was so intoxicating, you felt drunk already. And if you had to be honest, you felt as if this man was was already fucking you with his eyes. You could tell he was zoned out. You could recognize the look he had on his face from a mile away. He was going deep into his thoughts and thinking of all the ways he could throw you onto the stage and ruin you. You saw the same look in the eyes of other men before but this one did something to you. He made you want to invite him over. Just so you could get a closer look at him. And maybe let him bend you over this stage right here in front of everyone to see.
You were down bad already from the thoughts swarming your head and this stranger didn't make it any easier for you. With the looks he gave you, it made your stomach twist as he struggled to sit there motionless. He was almost winning with his poker face but those eyes couldn't lie. He was definitely enjoying the show. With a hand draped over his lap, he sipped his drink. Lips lingering along the edge of the glass and a pair of sharp, sleek eyes cutting into you like a knife.
His body only shifted when the other gentleman leaned in close to him. His head tilting closer towards his companion to hear what his friend who sat next to him was whispering into his ear. And although he was listening to what his friend had to say, he kept his eyes on you the entire time. His once delicate gaze lowering into a moody glare that made your stomach flip within itself from the way his round and starry looking eyes changed into a dark, siren-like gaze. What did his friend put in his head that made his expression change to something so flirtatious and menacing?
God, you had to look away before you hopped off this stage and confronted this man for eye-fucking you in the middle of your set and so, you turned your attention away from him completely. Eyes landing on the man at his side instead. 'Fuck, he's prettier than me. I want him too...' You thought to yourself, eyes trained on a light haired Adonis with a gorgeous, toothy smile.
This man was well dressed in a Burgundy sweater and black slacks. Chelsea boots. Hah. You haven't seen a man looking so suave in a long while. With his sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Showing off smooth, clear skin and of course, an expensive rolly on his wrist. The man had unique features. Soft, delicate skin. Slender bodied when compared to the gentleman sitting next to him. Rosy cheeks glistened under the lights of the club. Eyes curving into beautiful crescents with every smile he made. He was breathtaking and you were truly starting to struggle with who to pay attention to.
What's wrong with you?
Your thoughts shouted. Immediately stirring you out of your daydream.
Don't forget that this was a game. Don't forget that you needed to play the part better. Don't forget what these men are here for. They're not here for anything else. They're here for fun.
You had to keep chanting these reminders in your head because you were straying away. Getting too caught up with the attractiveness these men had to offer. Getting too caught up with the attention.
You needed more from them. More money. More of their time. You needed it all. So, you grinned playfully at the two men. Shooting them an inviting smile while you turned around and dipped down low to the ground again to show off your ass but this time you did the splits, looking over your shoulder with an almost innocent smile. You watched the way the light haired gentleman teetered off his seat while the dark haired one simply shifted from where he sat, lips pressing over the glass in his hand and downing the rest of his drink while his eyes dug into yours.
Looks like one was more eager than the other. Hm. Does Mr. Dark Hair want to challenge you? Does he want you to give him more of a show? You had no problem making him watch you more. In fact, you wanted him to see all of the tricks you could do and there was a chance that some other tricks you knew weren't suitable for the stage..
"Private show with the music blasting. He likes to call me Peaches when we get this nasty."
Before making your next move, you caught some of the girls looking at you with their jaws on the floor too. The sight of your fellow co-workers standing with their mouths hanging open made you almost break character and burst out laughing but you kept it in. Kept it in because you wanted to leave a long and lasting impression on the handsome, dark haired man staring at you. A smile crossed your lips while you moved, 'Still got it' you thought to yourself and then you turned easily from the splits onto your knees.
You locked eyes again with the dark haired man as you began to crawl like a cat slowly to the front of the stage, earning yourself a few whistles from the other men around the stage. Your eyes never left the dark haired mystery's own even as you stopped by the side of the stage to collect some bills.
Your attention only wavered when you turned to allow a gorgeous man tuck a few bills into the band of your garter. You made eye contact with him and smiled. Earning yourself nothing but a filthy, toe-curling smirk from the gentleman. This one was clad in designer clothes. Sporting a limited edition pair of Gucci glasses. Thick tortoise shell colored frames that made his light caramel colored skin glisten. He had bouncy, black hair covering his forehead and a pair of lips on him that were a glossy pink with a small pattern of a moustache cascading his lips and a strong, hard jawline. He was handsome to say the least and exuded an unspeakable amount of big dick energy.
You both kept your eyes on each other as his fingers dug into the garter around your thigh and stuffed the wad of bills into it, warm skin touching yours and his gaze shamelessly stuck on yours then trailing their way down the curve of your back and finally dropping to the array of bills he had stuffed around your garter. Oof. He was hot.
Who were these men? And why were they all so attractive?
Not wanting to stray for too long, you gave the Gucci dripped man a sweet smile as a thank you. A small part of you wanted to stay for a bit more. Wanted him to put more bills in the other garter around your thigh if he wanted to but you also didn't want to give him too much of your attention because deep down, you only wanted to be under the eyes of the dark haired wonder you were making your way to. And if you had to admit, it seemed as if the gentleman just a few steps away wanted you too from the way he shifted anxiously in his seat as you got closer to the edge of the stage towards where he sat. Dark eyes swallowing you up whole while you leaned down and arched your back like a cat, your ass going up in the air to give him a good view of your cleavage.
You played the game perfectly. Letting these men see everything they wanted to. Giving them a chance to perceive you in anyway they wished. You knew how to move. You knew how to reel them in. With an alluring smile and simply by the way you presented yourself as well, you had the ability to bring these men to their knees already. The man in front of you was no different. With his gaze trained on yours, he greeted you with a knowing grin along his mouth. A gorgeous pair of bubblegum colored lips turned into a half smile. A teasing smirk crossing his mouth lightly, while his hand rubbed his chin in thought while he waited for what you'd do next.
You smiled at the man, speaking to him using just your eyes. Telling him you wanted to see more of him. Telling him you wanted more of him. Could he read your eyes? Could he pick up on what you were silently trying to tell him? You needed to find out. And so, while your body swayed side to side lightly as you got up onto your feet, your finger rose and motioned for him to come over to you.
His friend burst out laughing at your actions. Clearly stunned by your boldness to call a customer over to you. He wasted no time though. Pushing and slapping Mr. Dark Haired Mcdreamy on the shoulder to force him forward. You watched their interactions and stifled your laughter when the man looked at his friend and grinned, starting to get up.
You could feel the corners of your lips turning upwards into a grin when the gentleman smiled at his friend. You couldn't help the excited smile crossing your lips and thought he was the most handsome when he smiling. With dimples cascading his cheeks and pearly white teeth glistening. He looked like he was molded by the Greek God themselves. He had to be. There was no way on Earth a man like him had just been walking around looking the way he did without being drooled over by everyone and their grandmothers. Fuck, you were down bad.
He was so well put together... truly one of the most gorgeous men you've ever seen.
You watched him as he walked over to the stage. Good fucking God in Heaven. He was tall and muscular. Wearing a simple black button-up shirt that let his smooth chest stay exposed. The shirt was tucked into a pair of snug fitting black pants. And if you ogled closer, you could see how thick and defined his thighs were from his pants alone as he walked over to you. He was swole as fuck. The buttons on the shirt were holding on for dear life. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just like his friend had too, showing off a... holy fuck is he tatted up too? Shit.. He is. Focus, girl. Where was I? Oh yes... Showing off a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm. A Rolex on his wrist with several silver rings adorning his long fingers. You tried to strain your vision when a few flecks of ink appeared on his hand. Just one hand. One hand that was covered with tattoos on his fingers and knuckles as well.
'Damn, he's fine as FUCK' You thought to yourself, trying to calm your thirsty ass down.
You had your mind made up faster than ever before. It only took you a mere few seconds to come to the conclusion that you wanted this man. You wanted to see what was under the rest of his clothes. Scratch that, you needed to see what was under those clothes. You wanted to feel him. To touch him. Hands in his hair. Hands on his skin. Fingertips running along those solid arms. Nails in those tattoos. You could already imagine booking yourself on a one way ticket to pound town with this stranger and you couldn't give a fuck anymore how you got it done.
You came out of your trance as he took a seat on one of the stools at the edge of the stage. He didn't say a single word. Didn't greet you. Didn't even look at you. Instead, he reached into the back of his pant pocket and took out a fat wad of cash. Yanking the rubber band off it with a snap as his gaze finally looked up at you, a devilish smirk dancing along his lips.
He was about to make it fucking rain.
You smiled at him and stood up, understanding the assignment completely. He didn't need to tell you that was time to give him a show. You knew what you needed to do and wasted no time at that either. Backing up to the stage again, you began moving your body slowly to music as the man looked you over. You allowed him inspect every inch of you that he desired. Allowed him to see everything he wanted to and imagine the things he couldn't at the same time. You turned around, bending over slightly, running your hands over your ass and letting him get a good look at it. That's when you heard him let out a slow whistle. Guess he was pleased at the notion and he showed it too. Gratefully tossing a few bills onto your ass with a satisfied smile.
You bit your lower lip to hold back your grin. He mad you feel like a million bucks. Playing the game better than any other patron you have had before and giving you everything you wanted. You turned around and he looked up at you when you faced each other, that fucking playful smirk never leaving his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. You got closer to him, letting him get a good view of your breasts as you bent over. Then you straightened up and ran your hands over your body, dancing to the music again.
You smirked at him and raised a leg to hike it up onto the ledge of the stage close to his level. A silent command for him to give you more money. He was lost in your gaze for a moment then he broke eye contact to look down, grabbing the band around your thigh without a word and tucking a few bills into the garter wrapped around your leg. You hummed disapprovingly, clicking your tongue and reaching out, "Wrong." You said, placing your index finger under his chin and tilting his head up to make him look up at you,
"I want you to look at me when you do that." You whispered to the man and he let out a low chuckle, taken a back by your command.
He was stunned at the authority in your demand but kept his cool. Something about the way you bossed him around already awoke something inside of him and he swiftly gave you a nod in understanding, keeping his eyes burned into yours as he slowly pushed the bills under the band again. Slowly now. So slow that you could feel the roughness of his fingers brushing against your soft skin. Feeling the touch of his slender but strong fingertips. You came to the conclusion that he must have been skilled in something that required the use of his hands a lot. Guitar, drums or maybe heavy weights even.
"Mm.. that's right." You hummed out happily and let his chin go as the song started to finish. The wad of cash he had began with was all gone now. Nothing but the rubber band was left as the bills were all well spent on your stage. "Thank you." You said politely and he sank back in his seat almost as if it bummed him out to see you go.
Again, he didn't say anything as you began to finish your set. He only watched you in wonder as you dipped back down to the floor, rocking sensually as you rose back up. He gratefully let his eyes roam over your frame. Silently thanking you for the show. Thanking you for allowing him to undress you with his eyes and fuck you with his stare. You understood the look he gave you and you would be lying if you didn't want him to reward him with more. But your song was ending. And the lights began to dim. Indicating that your set was coming to a close.
The dark haired gentleman earned himself another enticing smile from you when you began to leave the stage. Eyes on each other's. Gazes matched. No words were needed to speak in order for you to communicate that you both were heavily attracted to each other already.
It was almost the end of your performance and you started to dance back to where you started as the song finished. You turned your attention away from him and you gave the other men a sweet smile as they still continued to throw money to you.
Once you got to the front of the stage, you placed a hand on your hip with your back to the crowd as you finished. Turning to look over your shoulder at the dark haired man one more time. He was still watching you. His eyes never left you from the minute you stepped out onto the stage.
You gave him one last smile before the curtains closed and then you exited the stage immediately while the stage workers started raking up your money. You heaved a sigh, feeling exhausted but energetic.
That's it.
The show was over.
And just like that, you reverted back to your true self. Abandoning your stripper persona on the stage the moment you left it. You usually had no problem switching from the stage to your normal self. You had done it so often that it was like clockwork to you now but tonight, something felt different. Your skin tingled. The skin the gentleman had touched when he stuffed money into your garter felt aflame. It burned. As if he left Hades' mark on your body after laying a finger on you. The butterflies fluttering in your stomach never ceased. You felt light headed and stupid. Feeling bubbly and giggly with excitement. Fuck, this man did a number on you and you didn't even know who the hell he was... yet.
"I knew you girls would make me proud." Your house mom boomed into the room as you joined the other girls in the dressing room who were getting ready for their sets. "And Y/N.. if you worked here more often, I'd probably have to give you your very own stage from the way you owned the floor, honey."
You laughed hard, "Don't stay that. I wasn't even going to go on stage... but I'm kinda glad I did." You said, nodding your head with a proud smile as you collected the big bag of money a stage worker gave you. You opened your locker and emptied the contents into your money bag, "It was a good night indeed." You smiled and grabbed your touch up makeup bag then looked into the mirror. You still looked fine but you touched up your makeup anyways before you heard the stage manager calling for you,
"HEY! Y/N! Where you at?" He called, his head poking around the corner, "Don't tell me she left already-- Oh, there you are."
You hummed in question as you turned to look at him, "I'm here! What's up?" You asked, fixing one of your false lashes.
"Do you want to do a private dance? One of those guys just bought a room for an hour and he asked for you." He looked at you.
You had your fingers on your other fake lash, pausing midair with your touchups to glance over to the manager. You took a second to answer him. Wracking your brain on which guy could have requested a private dance from you.
Was it the one with the Gucci glasses? Or the one with chestnut coloured hair and a ridiculously lovely but bright smile that had been sitting with the Gucci guy? Was it Mr. Chelsea Boots? Or was it the bright, platinum blonde haired gentleman sitting stoic by the end of the stage. Sending icy stares your way that made you shiver as you danced? Or was it the very tall, very wide chest man seated with a girl on his lap who still managed to send stares your way from over her shoulder. Or could it have been the man that was too handsome for words sitting by the bar and mouthing the lyrics to Bey's song while trying to copy your dance moves?
Who could it have been?
Or was it.... No. There was no way the guy who had just dumped a wad of cash all over your ass was the one requesting your service either. But curiosity got the best of you and you just needed to ask, "Which guy? There's like 20 of them out there." Your head tilted in confusion.
The manager shrugged nonchalantly, "I forgot his name but he has black hair and a bunch of tattoos I think" He nodded again with a smile.
Your stomach immediately did a flip. There was no one else out there with a description like that and you knew your manager wouldn't be bluffing either. You couldn't believe it. Didn't want to get your hopes up. Didn't want to get all excited only for it to turn out to be someone completely different too. You kept your cool, hearing the music starting for the next stage and thinking to yourself, 'It's not like I have anything better to do tonight anyways.' You knew you already made enough money with the stage you did but what's a little more? What's a little more time with a man you were so heavily intoxicated by? How much harm could one more hour of your entertainment do? One more hour of entertainment in a private room with just this stranger too.
You smiled at the stage manager, "Tell him I'll be out in a few minutes." You nodded quickly. Almost too eagerly. You had to catch yourself. Not wanting anyone to see how excited you were but it was hard to ignore the jitters beginning to flood the pit of your stomach again. God, how could this one person have you all giddy already? This was dangerous. But you couldn't help it. You didn't want to help it. Besides, this is what you came here for. This is what you deserved.
"Alright. He's in room three whenever you're ready." He began to walk away but paused, "Oh yeah and he said to bring any bottle of your choice." The stage manager grinned and disappeared back out to the floor.
You did a quick breath and smell check before walking back out to the club. Stopping at the bar and picking out a nice bottle of Tequila. If you had to drink, that would be your bottle of choice anyways. You didn't have any intention to drink either by the way. Nor did you plan to get too lit tonight either but after that stage, you felt like you needed a drink. You felt like you needed a whole bottle to your face if you had to be honest.
[ ' ROOM 3 ']
You stood outside the dark, mahogany door and inhaled sharply. Eyes focusing on the gold plated number of the door. You've been in this room plenty of times before. Been in this very room entertaining men who singled you out on stage just like that gentleman tonight did. This time felt different. This time you felt as though you had to be extra careful. Not in the sense that you had to fear for your life. But more in the sense that you had to make sure you didn't say fuck it to the security cameras in the room and do something you would embarrass yourself over.
You hesitated for a moment but the images of the dark haired man flooded your head before you even had a chance to chicken out. Outlines of his body crept into your mind. The way he was built like a truck. The diamonds on his watch. The gorgeous smile on his face. Those galaxy filled eyes lighting up the entire room. Fuck it. The bottle of tequila was tucked safely into your arm while your hand extended towards the knob of the door. Clutching the metal between your fingers and drawing in yet another deep breath before you grabbed the knob tighter and finally swung the door open,
"Someone said you were asking for me?" You smiled at the dark haired man as you walked in. Plastering a cheery smile onto your face as you waltzed into the cool atmosphere, "I'm sorry. I didn't get your name." You thought back to a few moments ago and wondered if your stage manager had told you the patron's name before he sent you out but you truly could have been too hyped to even catch it.
There he was in all his glory. Sat in a chenille lounge chair, leaning into the seat with a small smirk on his face. He perked up a bit as you walked in. Back straightening and a soft, low hum leaving his lips while he leaned forward and absentmindedly tapped the table in front of him with his fingers, lips parting and the most honey laced tone of voice exiting his mouth when he spoke,
"My name's J.K."
Lord, his voice.
You heart thumped so hard you could feel it beating in your throat. 'What the fuck is happening to me? Your brain screamed.
You tried to smile cheekily although you could feel every inch of your body starting to burn up from the sound of his voice alone. You had to pull it together. Had to divert your thoughts from falling into the deepest, most sinful part of your mind. Now wasn't the time for this. Now wasn't the place. You could fantasize about him talking dirty to you all night long when you got home. Here was now. And here was the moment that you needed to cash out the most,
"Oh! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, J.K." Your voice chimed while you placed the bottle of Tequila down onto the table before him, "I'm -your stripper name-. I hope you like tequila." You laughed, brushing your hair back behind your shoulder to give him a better look at your cleavage.
He shifted a bit in his seat as he watched you, "Likewise." He stated, the tip of his tongue darting out of his mouth so he could lick his lips. His eyes dropped to your chest for a millisecond. It was for a brief moment. Brief enough for a regular person not to notice but long enough for you to catch him. You didn't care if he checked you out. You wanted him to look anyways. That's what your ploy was all about. Reel em' in. You had him right where you wanted. "Great." He stated, thinking you didn't notice him checking you out, a simple nod of his head was all the confirmation he gave to you, "I love Tequila." J.K added, giving you a dazzling smile.
You mimicked his actions unconsciously, lips pressing together into a line after you wetted them before you spoke again. This time, leaning forward and on your toes towards him with an alluring smile gracing your features, "Perfect. Would you like a drink then, J.K?" You asked, walking over to the bar cart without waiting for his answer and grabbing two crystal glasses. You easily flipped the lid of the ice box open and turned away, fingers shaking while you plucked pieces of ice from the bucket at the bar cart with a pair of tongs. You took careful breaths as each piece of ice clattered into the glass. Feeling J.K's gaze digging deeper into your back with each move you took.
'Your hands better not shake and drop these glasses, bitch'
With a hand at the top of the Tequila bottle, J.K let out a small chuckle while he pulled the liquor bottle closer to him, "How bout I pour you one instead?" He nodded as he slid over from where he sat to the other side of the couch, making room on the seating space for you to take a seat as he smirked at you.
You had to admit, you were shocked by his sudden boldness. You were usually the one serving the drinks. It was nice that he wanted to switch it up. Or maybe he didn't understand the way the customs worked. Who cares? You weren't going to deny him. Not with the way he looked at you when he reached for the bottle and pulled the cap off as you made your way back over to the table and set the glasses down.
You laughed, "Oh-- yes." Your voice was small but inviting while you carefully slid over onto the seat next to him, nodding gratefully and forcing a gracious smile onto your face, "I'd like a drink." You blurted, turning your body a bit so that you were facing him, "Thank you, J.K." Your eyes were glued to his face while studied his side profile as he leaned over and poured some Tequila into the glass for you first then for poured some out for himself as well.
He had a strong jawline and a perfect nose. The nose. Jesus Christ. Doja, can you hear me? There was no way he was human. He was too handsome for words. Forget about his Adonis friend. Forget about all of his friends. Nothing else mattered. You couldn't be bothered with anyone else in that moment as you noted the several ear piercings on his ear. Three hoops on this side. 2 sturdy looking chrome rings on his fingers too when you glanced down at a strong looking veiny hand. Good God. You needed to say a prayer. Needed to chant to the universe to give you strength because you weren't going to survive the night being next to someone so fine. Damn.
You peeked closer towards the other side of his face and swore you noticed an eyebrow piercing poking out from the hair over his eyes but you weren't sure since you didn't want to stare at him for too long because you had just realized you were staring for too much already. He must have felt your shameless eyes burning into his face but he didn't acknowledge your gawking. You didn't meant it anyways. In fact, you hoped he didn't take offence to your staring. He was just so fucking beautiful.
You took the glass as he handed it to you and you both clanked them together, "Cheers" You smiled at him before taking a sip. 'How did I manage to drink shots of this shit back during college days?' You thought to yourself as the liquid went down your throat. You clearly have been out of the game for way too long but you forced yourself to take another sip as you got adjusted to the taste.
J.K however, threw the drink back like it was nothing.
He reached out to pour himself another drink but you stopped, taking the bottle of Tequila with a smile and pouring him a drink instead. "I'll do it." You announced. Needing to keep your hands busy before you decided to let them roam over this man next to you instead. You took your time pouring the drink. Feeling J.K's eyes move from your well manicured nails to your face. A pair of round eyes studying your features now that he had the chance to be up close and personal.
Fuck, what was he staring at so damn hard?
He was staring so hard at you, idiot. Staring hard because he wanted to tell you how pretty he thought you were. Was he allowed to give you compliments? Was he allowed to even touch you? You looked so soft. So inviting. He didn't want to be creepy but you smelled good too. Like roses and cocoa butter.
He had to collect himself because he knew this was your job. Knew you had to look a certain way for the customers and his friend's all warned him that he would fall in love with a stripper tonight if he didn't be careful. He didn't believe them. Didn't understand what they meant until now. He didn't think it would happen to him. Maybe he jinxed himself because J.K was hooked already and he couldn't explain why.
You had a fresh look about you. A look that made you appear carefree. J.K assumed you had to be in the same age range as him. Perhaps younger. Or maybe older even. Would it be rude if he asked you how old you were? How long have you been dancing for? He wanted to know more about you. Wanted to find out about your entire life if he had the chance. You seemed full of mystery. And the guys warned him about that too. Warned him that dancers would reel him in like a fishing line. Warned him that the strippers would make him wonder about who they really were.
And despite the warnings, J.K was starting to wonder. What was your name? Who were you? A mystery woman only letting him see what you wanted him to. You were hiding bright eyes behind your makeup but J.K could see through the lashes. You hid a precious smile behind your lips. But J.K could see past the red lipstick too. You were breathtaking. He thought he was seeing an apparition before him when you walked out onto the stage. Thought he was imagining things. How did you manage to fit every standard he never knew he had without even having a conversation with him?
You handed J.K the glass as you watched him, feeling more comfortable sitting next to him now thanks to the alcohol settling in your system. You leaned closer into him. Not too close but close enough where you were able to let your eyes roam over his near perfect skin, "Tell me something.. if you don't mind." You started to laugh, shaking your head quickly as if you were hesitating but you proceeded anyways, "Sounds silly but... What does J.K mean?" You laughed, biting your lower lip lightly. You were genuinely curious. Surely, J.K couldn't just be his name.
He laughed, shaking his head, "What does -your stripper name- mean? Is that your real name?" J.K teased while he looked at you, cocking his head lightly to the side as if he was proposing a challenge to you.
Oh, so he wanted a game, huh? You wanted to laugh but you had to remind yourself that you weren't sitting here wasting time with a friend. He was a customer. You didn't need to reveal any personal details about yourself. He didn't need to know anything more than what you told him. That was the rule, "I asked you first." You shot back with a playful tone, leaning back a bit in your chair while you started to loosen up.
He knew he wasn't going to get anything out of you but it was worth the try, right? J.K chuckled quietly and pondered for a moment. Thinking if he was supposed to tell you his name either. I mean, he did happen to be part of one of the biggest boy groups of all time. Was he putting himself in hot water? Did he even care anymore? Clearly not,
"My name is Jungkook. But I prefer if you call me J.K." He nodded quickly, taking a sip of his drink.
You hummed softly, "Jungkook..." You said his name with ease, letting the sound of his name roll off your tongue with a gentle purr. He shivered when you said his name. Goosebumps lining his skin from the way you sounded when you said it. Suddenly, his name was now his favourite word in the world. He wanted you to say it more. Wanted to make you scream if if he could, "But you like being called J.K. Got it." You nodded to yourself, cutting into Jungkook's dark thoughts while your finger circled the rim of your glass as your gaze found its way back to the man at your side once again.
That Tequila really hit the spot. You already felt relaxed and ready to mingle.
J.K turned his body to face you fully now. He was scared to even lift his head. All of a sudden starting to feel nervous. Fuck, he knew the bold feeling he had earlier would disappear. Now he was in this room with you. Aware of the fact that you were both alone together. For some reason, he felt intimidated by you. What a simp thing to say, huh? Feeling intimidated because he was under the gaze of someone like you. Afraid to even lift his head to look at you because he could feel how stupidly attracted to you he was already.
He had to force himself to stop being weird. Not wanting to scare you off from his sudden shyness. And so, Jungkook's head finally raised. His breath getting caught in his throat when he looked into your eyes, "I think I asked you a question too." He spoke without even recognizing his own tone. He had to let his instinct take over now. Pushing the shyness away and letting a small, playful smile dance around his lips instead.
Well shit. You weren't imagining things after all. 'Hey God.. it's me again. Are you TESTING ME???' Your brain screamed at you as you realized he indeed had an eyebrow piercing. There under the fringe of his hair, poked out a simple, silver barbell. You haven't seen a person with that in ages and wow, he looked really good with it. You finally had a good look at Jungkook now that his eyes were on yours and you could tell he was young. He had to be in his early to mid twenties. With a chiseled jaw and baby-like face. He had charming looks. Delicate and soft features that still managed to make him look handsome. J.K was... pretty. A unique type of beautiful. You couldn't describe it.
You normally dodged questions directed at you. Never feeling comfortable enough with another patron to tell them anything personal. But this Jungkook person seemed genuine. He was curious about you and didn't try to hide it either. He was straight forward when he spoke to you. Which if you had to admit, was kind of hot. You didn't mind telling him a bit more about you. If that would help him to get comfortable, why not?
"Well..." You started with a smile, "It's just a name I came up with. Something that matched with my personality.." You nodded vaguely, eyes drifting to the table before you as he leaned over to top off your glass, allowing for him to pour you another drink because it gave you a chance to take a look at the tattoos on his hand.
Ruh oh. Wrong move, girl.
You closed your legs together quickly when your gaze dropped to the ink etched into the skin along his knuckles. You didn't even bother to spectate on what was written across his hand. It was already too much for you. Already awakening a being inside of you that you had no idea existed. You almost shivered when the thoughts began to creep back into your head. Adverting your eyes quickly when the thought of a nice, tattooed hand wrapped around your neck, choking the fuck out of you slid into your mind briefly.
"That's interesting." Jungkook chuckled, resting his arm along the back of the couch behind you, "Very... interesting." He teased, leaning back a bit as he looked at you while he waited for your comeback.
You couldn't even form a thought to say even if you wanted to retort with something witty. Too intoxicated by the man at your side and too overcome with desire to even bother to continue the conversation any further. You were finished with the chit-chat. You knew he didn't pay to just talk either. And there weren't any more formalities to say too. So, you started to smile, leaning in close to Jungkook with your voice lowering when you spoke,
"Anyways.. we have an hour.. What do you want to do with me, J.K?" You whispered to him, placing your hand gently onto his thigh and giving it a soft squeeze. You felt over the thick, rock hard muscle of his hamstring, feeling how strong his thigh was. It made your stomach flip within your body at the contact but you forced yourself to keep your composure as you both looked into each other's eyes;
And with that... with your simple touch... J.K's expression changed. His eyes were no longer playful and flirty. They were now overcome and hungry with desire. He studied you for a second, trying to decipher if you were even a real person. Trying to tell the difference between his fantasies and reality. Jungkook thought you were the most gorgeous being he had ever laid eyes. He was stuck in a euphoric state and if he was truly dreaming, he didn't want to wake up anymore.
"Dance for me." Jungkook suddenly commanded, pulling himself out of his daze.
He could get lost in his thoughts later. Now wasn't the time to daydream.
You appreciated his command and started to move away from him as if you weren't just feeling up his thigh and watching him almost bust a nut from your touch, "Of course." You chirped, getting out of your seat and walking over to the speaker set in the corner of the room, pressing play onto a stereo system before walking back over to him. You didn't know what song was going to come on but you knew how to move to any beat and when Ciara's song began to play, you knew it was the perfect tune for the mood.
"Now it's just me on you. Your body's my party, let's get it started."
You circled around Jungkook, stopping behind his chair and placing your hands onto his broad shoulders. His body was rigid with tension as you touched him, "You feel tense." You whispered and leaned over; sliding your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. "Relax." You instructed him but he only tensed up further before finally allowing his body to give in to your touches. Your lips curled into a triumphant grin when you felt him relaxing under your touch while his head tilted back almost instantly, humming lowly in approval at your touches.
"You feel so strong." You commented, head leaning close to his while you your lips brushed against his ear, "How much can you bench?" You asked while you strolled back around to face him now, placing a hand onto his bicep and sitting yourself onto his lap to straddle him. "Hm?" The soft purr of your tone made Jungkook's head spin and you could feel his leg muscles tighten as you settled yourself in his lap. "180? 200? You could probably wreck me, hmm?" You questioned him more, rocking your hips slowly in motion with the beat of the music.
Jungkook only laughed in response, unable to even articulate his words to reply, his hands resting limply at his sides. His mind going hazy. You didn't know how bad he wished he could reach out to touch you, feel you, break you if you wanted. He couldn't help his eyes wandering down your body. A hungry gaze glancing down towards your breasts as you swayed your hips slowly on him.
You grinned, placing your finger under his chin and tilting his head up, "Eyes up here now." You teased, keeping your fingers held under Jungkook's chin as he looked up at you. His eyes lowered, a dark gaze burning into your smokey eyes. And a pair of cherry colored lips parting lightly in awe as he enjoyed the way you felt grinding on him.
"You like that?" You whispered as you ran your hands down his chest and over his abdomen, feeling a set of rock hard abs hidden from under his thin shirt, "Feels good right?" You moaned out softly, your hips swaying sensually slow.
It was almost painful at how bad Jungkook wanted you, "Fuck yeah.." he smirked as he looked at you, biting down hard onto his lower lip to refrain himself from starting to express on a wild tangent about how bad he wanted you. He was so glad he was sober so that he could enjoy this but fuck, he was barely keeping his composure.
"Good." You got off Jungkook's lap and turned around, taking a seat again with your back pressing against his chest, tilting your head back as you started to grind your ass against him. He licked his lips as he watched your ass rock against him.
His mind was cloudy with lust and he reached into his pocket as you moved. He took out another wad of cash. His last stack of cash and tossed it onto the table, "It's all yours." He grunted out. 'Take it all' he thought to himself while you reached behind you and placed your hand onto the back of his neck, grinding your ass down on him deeper.
It took every life force he had in him to keep his hands to himself. He had lap dances before and he never tried to touch the dancers but something about you made him want to reach out and touch you just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
You were desperate. It had been a while since you felt this good without having to take your clothes off. You wondered if he could make you feel even better. You had always been a curious person and you wondered if breaking the one rule you've always kept, would be the one that ended you. You couldn't care less anyways and it was way too late to have anymore rational thoughts.
You wanted to give him permission to touch you. You needed him to touch you actually. You've been dreaming of feeling those big, strong hands on your body since the moment you saw him and now you were so close. Fuck the rules.
"You can touch me, J.K. I'll allow it." You mumbled softly, turning around in his lap to face him again, looking down at him with hooded eyes. Your fingertips traced up the front of his shirt once more. Feeling over the soft fabric and letting your hands roam from his abdomen to his shoulders, then finally snaking your arms around his neck.
Jungkook held his breath when he felt your hands on his body. Trying to contain his labored breathing and attempting to calm his heart within his chest that had just began to accelerate all over again. He thought he was hearing things when you told him to touch you. Thought he was imagining himself hearing what he had been silently praying for you to say. He had to make sure. Had to confirm he actually wasn't imagining things, "Are you sure?" Jungkook whispered, your faces just inches away from each other.
Your wrists hooked around his neck, your fingertips curling into the base of his neck where those wavy locks of hair fell. Your eyes were trained on his lips and you could smell his minty breath when he spoke. When you inhaled, the woodsy scent of his cologne hit you like a truck and it turned you on even more. He was so fucking intoxicating. You felt drunk already despite only having two drinks. "Please." You confirmed with a confident nod, taking his hands that were still resting limply at his sides and placing them behind you, allowing for them to rest over your ass, "I know you want to touch me too." You smiled, letting his hands run over your butt slowly.
Jungkook hummed in approval, his gaze on your face and a pleased smile beginning to gather at the corner of his lips. "You have no fucking idea." He replied gruffly, hands sliding up your ass to your waist while he guided you to ground your hips slowly against him, "You're driving me crazy." His voice was lowered when he spoke, "I don't know why." Jungkook exhaled, the tone of his voice sending a chill down your spine.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You began to giggle softly. "I'm supposed to drive you crazy. That's my job.. But I'll be honest.." You paused with a breath, your hands resting comfortably along his broad chest, fingers curling into the material of his button-up while you began to pull him closer to you so he could hear what you had to say when your voice lowered, "...You're not supposed to have me down this bad either." You smiled at him, taking his hands away from your waist and boldly moving them to your chest, "I just want you to touch all of me." You admitted, biting your lower lip. "I want to feel every part of you on me." You looked at him with lidded eyes, making him cup his hands over your breasts, "I want you."
Jungkook's own eyes were lidded too as he felt the curve of your cleavage through your outfit, "Then what's stopping you?" He questioned, hands moving from your chest to your waist, grabbing onto your hips with a gentle tug and giving them a light squeeze while his head buzzed with the overwhelming desire to toss you onto the table in front of him and do the unthinkable.
Fuck, he was probably going to regret this. You were probably going to knee him in the balls for it but he didn't think. Didn't think twice. Didn't let a single logical thought cross his mind and before he knew it, his actions were moving faster than his brain and he swiftly lifted you up from his lap and dropped you onto the table with a soft thud.
Jungkook's sudden burst of adrenaline and display of strength shocked you. The way he grabbed you and threw you onto the table like it was nothing electrified you and you could feel the ache between your thighs only intensify with his actions, "Oh--" You gasped softly, the cold metal of the table shocking your ass while Jungkook stood between your thighs, "Goodness." You were face to face with his toned chest and you had to say, this seating arrangement was far more enjoyable than the previous.
"Well?" He questioned you once more as you looked up at him with a stunned expression, running his hands over your thighs and giving them a shameless squeeze, "You want me?"
You couldn't even stop the moan escaping softly from under your breath, "Well..." You wanted to edge yourself closer to the table to get him to press into you, scooting yourself towards the end of the table while looking up at Jungkook with need but he held you in place. Keeping your body pinned between him and the table top, "Can't you tell?" You exhaled, "Can't you see?" You don't even know what got into you. You just knew that you wanted to ride this man into the sunset right here and right now, "Can't you feel that I do?" Your voice was nothing but a whisper at this point, the nerves pumping through your body making your thighs begin to twitch.
"I can't." Jungkook teased, lips hovering over your then dipping towards your neck when your head lulled back, your hands finding their way onto his chest as he leaned in, the tip of his nose barely brushing against the side of your neck while your hand fisted into his shirt and pulled him closer to you,
"Mmm.. you like to tease, don't you." You questioned, licking over your lower lip as his breath fanned over your skin, giving you goosebumps. You wanted to feel his lips (and teeth) on your skin so bad.
Jungkook began to pull back so that he could look at you again. He drew in a sharp breath, "I like teasing among other things." A sinful smile flashed along his lips while he leaned in closer to you and rested his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath as he placed his hands onto either side of your hips once more, gripping them tight to hold you in place when you tried to pull him closer to him, "What would it take to make you come home with me tonight.." His lips brushed against yours lightly again as he spoke, "..Or just let me fuck you right here."
"Right here sounds good." Your eyelashes fluttered, "..Right here sounds so fucking good.." You breathed out, your legs spreading as he pressed closer to you. Your hands hand lost their place in his shirt and they were now gripped along the edge of the table. You felt like complete Jell-O with how turned on you were and you were beginning to wonder how fast you had managed to get to this point. That's when you realized there was a time limit for this room and Mr. Jungkook over here had only paid for an hour. Your eyes glanced up at the clock and there was only a minute left until the hour was up, "Your time's up, J.K." You whispered into his ear, "And I'm not free." You smirked, your tongue flicking over the shell of his ear before pushing Jungkook away from you completely.
And just like nothing had ever happened between you and Jungkook, you sat up daintily and began to fix your clothes. Not forgetting to grab the wad of cash he left for you on the table and tucking it into the band around your thigh.
It felt like a fucking joke. But it was true. An hour went by in 5 minutes. Jungkook clicked his tongue and looked back at the clock behind him again as if his eyes were betraying him. He nodded with a soft sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped back, "Fuck.. yeah.. yeah, you're right. Time's up." He shook his head, clearing his throat.
Time.
He forgot such a thing existed and part of him regretted not paying for two hours like the stage manager suggested. It wasn't as if two hours would be enough anyways. Jungkook wasn't sure any time with you would be enough. All he knew was that he needed to see you again. He needed to spend just one more hour with you. One more night with you. He was struggling to keep it together. Struggling to find a tactic to get you to stay. "Hey..." Jungkook started, his eyes finally meeting yours, "Listen, I'm only in this city for a few more nights. But I sure as fuck don't want this night to end." He nodded, fumbling around and reaching into his back pocket to his wallet and pulling out a card. "If you're interested, this is where I'm staying. Room 2103." He nodded, handing you the card.
You had already inched your way to the door to exit the room. You needed to leave because you knew if you spent any second longer in this room with this man, you wouldn't be able to resist him but your feet felt glued in its place and you hesitated to move. You didn't want to leave. Didn't want to look at from Jungkook even as you took the card from his fingers and read it. Your stomach dropped when you read the hotel address etched onto the business card. Realizing that although you wanted to, your club was against dancers sleeping with clients because it always ended in a shit show. However, you were only a seasoned employee here. Who would know if you met up with him outside of the club?
You thought for a long moment and gave him a polite smile, "Hmm.. I'll consider the offer but just know it's gonna cost you." You played with the card within your fingers and Jungkook studied you for a moment, his tongue in his cheek and his brows furrowed in thought while you continued to speak, "Five grand for one night... and we can do anything you want." You nodded, walking up to him and placing a hand on his arm, "...But not tonight. I'm booked up." You gave his arm a squeeze then let go of him to head to the exit.
You weren't booked up at all. You've never been. Hey, Jungkook wasn't the only one that was a tease if you didn't notice. You had no one else to see except for the date you were gonna have with your bed when you get home. This was all apart of your ploy. You loved to make them wait. You know you'd visit him before he left the city, you just wanted to play with him a little. You didn't want to make it that easy for him even if it took everything to refrain yourself from jumping on that dick right then and there but you needed to make him wait. You loved the slow burn.
Jungkook expected you to deny him if he had to be honest. This wasn't in the unspoken rule book and he knew sleeping with customers wasn't something all dancers did. However, he respected your decision and although he was bummed, he was hopeful, "Not tonight." He exhaled then bit his lower lip as he looked at you, "Got it."
You beamed and leaned up to Jungkook, tip toeing to reach him, "Thank you." You purred and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's cheek before speaking "It was nice meeting you, J.K. I hope you had a nice time. I know I did." You gave him a sweet smile before opening the door and walking out, never looking back.
Once you were gone, Jungkook slumped down onto the couch, letting his head drop back against the chair as he closed his eyes and re-collected himself for a moment, "Fuck..." He groaned. There was no way he could go back out there and continue partying with his brothers after this. He was exhausted and decided to call it a night. Literally feeling as though his body crossed to another plane from the way you left him.
After a few minutes, Jungkook walked out of the room and back to the floor, fingers adjusting his shirt and then tousling his hair away from his face while he strolled up to the club floor and joined his friends having the time of their lives. He spotted his elder brother by the deepset dimples on his cheeks cascading with the club lights and strolled over to him, a hand resting on his shoulder while he leaned in to his ear, "Joon, I think imma head out for the night. I'm fucking tired, man." He spoke over the music to his friend who only nodded, too immersed with the attention of the girl on his lap to ask him why he was leaving so soon.
On his way out, J.K grabbed the arm of his other friend who was picking up drinks at the bar, "Yo, Hope hyung.. Text me when you guys get back to the hotel so I know y'all didn't get drunk and die out here or something." Jungkook tried to laugh but you would be surprised at how many times Jungkook would wake up and find out that one of the member's had been abandoned somewhere. Hope was usually the one that would go astray while socializing when they went out and Jungkook just had to make sure his brother wasn't going to be left behind at the club again,
"Hey, my brother! You're leaving so soon? Ah, you're so lame!" Hope laughed, wrapping an arm around his friend, "You'll regret leaving, man. The party's just about to get good." He tried to make Jungkook stay but the younger was already eyeing the exit, "Alright, fine. I forgot it's past your bed time." He gave Jungkook a cheeky smile, "We're good, J.K. Do you see all the women here? We're more than good actually. Don't you worry, brother." He patted J.K on the arm and nodded.
Once he was in the safety of the blacked out SUV, Jungkook flopped into the seat with a sigh, "To the hotel, please." He asked the driver who nodded his head. "Shit." J.K exhaled under his breath and leaned his head back against the head rest of the car, closing his eyes as the driver began to drive off. His mind felt plagued with thoughts of you. The way you felt on him. The way you looked at him. The way you talked to him. I just gotta see her one more time. He thought to himself. But how?
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You exited the private area of the club after saying bye to your friends and the stage manager, slinging your money bag over your shoulder. "Damn this shit's heavy" you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the stairs and back to the dressing rooms. Once inside, you grabbed your duffle bag and pulled out the clothes you came to the club with. You quickly changed out of your outfit and heels, stuffing them into the bag before putting on your sweats and t-shirt. You slid your feet into your slides and tied your hair up into a ponytail. You didn't bother to shower at the club tonight. You wanted to take a nice, hot shower in your own home.
"Well, that's it for me." You smiled as you stood by the door of your house mom's office.
She slid her chair back from her desk and smiled at you, "That's it? You've only been here for a few hours, honey!" She laughed.
"I'm honestly very.... sweaty and tired." You nodded, "And hungry." You noted with a laugh as you felt your tummy grumble, "I'll be back though. I had a fun night." You smiled, patting your money bag.
"I'm glad you did, love. I'll keep you posted on the next time another night like this rolls around. Take care, okay? And let me know when you get home." She beamed at you.
You smiled and said goodbye to her before checking your phone.
Your Uber was finally here.
You walked out of the club, the cool night air feeling amazing on your skin. You got into the Uber and gave the driver a smile, "Take me home, mister Uber driver." You grinned, nestling into the seat and sighing out. You were starting to feel the tiredness now but your stomach bubbled with excitement as your mind drifted to the thought of seeing J.K again.
You thanked the driver as you got out of the car and ran up to the front door of your house, unlocking the door and rushing inside. You kicked your slides off and ran up the stairs to your bedroom, emptying your dance bag. You placed your money bag on your dresser, too tired to count it all tonight. You made a mental note to count it in the morning.
You turned the lamp on your nightstand on and placed the business card of J.K's hotel on it. You'll check it out tomorrow when you're less tired you reminded yourself.
You walked into your bathroom, taking your clothes off and tossing them into the laundry hamper along with the clothes you wore for the night before hurriedly taking off your makeup. Finally stepping into the shower, you smiled as the warm water hit you, allowing it to loosen your muscles. You hummed softly, lathering up your body and scrubbing yourself down good before letting the suds wash off your body.
After finishing your shower, you put on your comfiest pajamas and jumped into your bed. You moaned loudly. It felt so good to be home. You closed your eyes and rolled onto your back before peeking your eyes open. You forgot to turn the lamp off. You leaned up to turn it off when the hotel card caught your eyes. Picking it up, you hummed as you read the name of the hotel. 'I haven't been here before. Must be new' You thought to yourself.
Suddenly flashbacks of the night came flooding into your mind.
You placed the card back down and laid on your back, closing your eyes as you replayed that hour you spent in the private room with J.K.
You breathed out softly, fingers running down your torso and circling around the top of your pajama shorts. "I wonder if he's thinking about me too." You whispered to yourself. Imagining him touching you as your hand slid into your panties.
No.
You didn't touch yourself.
Instead, you decided you'll pay him a visit to his hotel tomorrow night and let him wreck you if he wanted to.
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