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“Why are we here again?”
The music was too loud, the lights were both too little and too much, and it just felt like too many people in the building. The only nice thing Namor could say about the place was that it was fairly clean. He was currently in the city on an important business merger that had been successful, so his team wanted to go and celebrate. Choosing a high end strip club where the theme was ‘Gods and Goddesses’.
Tony Stark clapped him on the back, causing Namor’s drink to slosh messily onto his hand, much to his annoyance. “C’mon Almehen, it’s alright to relax every once in a while.”
“This relaxes you?”
“Alcohol and beautiful women?” Tony took a sip from his drink, taking an innocent look around the room. “Yes. Very much so.”
Namor snorted, feeling ridiculous for asking. This was of course something Tony would enjoy. It wasn’t that Namor didn’t like the same things, he just preferred it in a more private environment. “It’s just a little much for me.” Namor admitted and Tony nodded his head knowingly. Having worked together for several years now.
His eyes caught on the back of a woman, cat ears atop her head. She was swaying to the music slightly as she served a rowdy looking table. Her body was thin but toned. Even from this distance Namor knew his body width was at least twice her size. He focused in on the hypnotic sway of her hips, not quite able to see the cut of her outfit with the low lighting.
Tony slapped his back again, both ripping Namor’s attention away from the alluring woman that caught his eye and spilling more of his drink. He shot his colleague an annoyed glare, but Tony simply gestured to a sign. “Well if it’s too much for you here, then maybe you should try a private room.” Tony gave him a small smirk, tilting his head in the direction of the woman. Reminding Namor how infuriatingly observant he was.
Namor shrugged Tony’s hand off, downed the rest of his drink, and made his way towards the cat woman.
She was still chatting with the rowdy table, expertly smacking a hand that tried to reach for her ass with her serving tray, while still keeping conversation. Namor couldn’t help but grin.
“Excuse me, miss?” He called to her over the music and she turned to look at him, smacking the stray hand again. She gave him a playful grin that dazzled him, making him feel drunk off of her instead of the drink he just finished.
“Yes, sir?”
“Are you available for a private room?”
“I am, but it will cost you quite a bit.” She said teasingly, her hips still swaying to the music. With a small side step that looked like she was dancing, she slipped away from the table of men still grabbing at her. “So please tell me you can. I think I’ve had my fill of tonight's guests.” The table behind her groaned at her insult, but she simply flashed them a smile.
“Well you're in luck, I’ve had my fill of the sights here. And you're the only one that's caught my attention if I'm being honest.” He smoothly stepped between her and the table. No longer wanting to share her with anybody else for the rest of the night. Namor’s eyes dragged down her body, finally able to take in the outfit she was wearing.
It was all black pleather with gold and silver zippers, some functional and some decorative. The top was more of a corset, pushing her small breasts up enticingly. Her booty shorts showed a healthy portion of leg and just enough of her ass to make Namor wanting more. The rest of the outfit was paired with long fingerless gloves and thigh high boots, the fabric like a second skin. And of course the finishing touch was the cat ears on her head and the cat tail attached to a chained belt around her waist. Her hair was in little braids, gold and silver bands throughout, then placed into a larger braid hanging down one shoulder.
The woman tilted her head, her eyes alight with interest. “Such a charmer. How could I say no to you now? Mr.?”
“My name’s Namor.”
“Namor.” She copied exactly the way he said it, practically purring the r at the end, and he knew he was done for. She curled her finger at him, turning her body to walk towards the back of the club and he followed as if that finger had physically hooked him. “Let’s get you another drink first and then we’ll get you that room. You can call me Bast.”
“Ah. The outfit makes sense then.” His eyes looked at her ears and she playfully flicked one of them.
Bast laughed delightedly, looking back at him with a smirk. “Ding ding handsome, you would be correct. What would you like to drink?” She stopped by the bar, waving one of the bartenders over.
“Surprise me.”
“Top shelf then.” She laughed again, and he leaned in closer. Bast winked at him, allowing him to get close but he knew not to touch. “You really must be well off to get a private room and entrusting me with your drink order.” She turned to order, “Desert Flower.”
They both leaned against the bar and Namor slid his hand into her space. He was in a position to easily pull her against him and he tilted his head closer to her ear to ask, “So tell me the rules.”
Bast blinked, momentarily looking phased for the first time since they started talking. A heat crawled up the back of his spine, pleased to see that his proximity and voice seemed to affect her. She shook her head to shake herself out of it and the playful mask was put back up. Bast held up a hand, holding up a finger with each rule, “No touching me, no touching yourself, no exposing yourself. I’m the only one that gets the pleasure of getting naked.”
“And your own rules?”
She gave him a curious look, her gaze taking him. There was distant heat in her eyes that was buried under a disconnected professionalism, but it was there nonetheless. Namor licked his lips as he thought of a way to work around the rules as he waited for her answer. There was no need for him to hide his desire.
Bast swallowed, “No touching you inappropriately that’s penetrative.”
Perfect.
“Here you go,” The bartender interrupted their stare off, placing the drink down with an unnecessary flourish. It was a beautiful purple color. “One desert flower.”
Bast grabbed the glass and took a small sip from it, leaving an imprint of her lipstick on the rim. Then slid the drink to him. “Not poisoned.” She gave him a coy grin.
He took the glass from her, his fingers brushing against hers. A spark of heat passed between them. “Lead the way.”
Shuri led Namor into the back, flipping over a placard of a vacant room to say occupied . She had him leave his card at the guards desk. It would be charged after their session. “We charge every quarter of an hour, and you have an option of a pole dance, a lap dance, or both.” The room was muted as soon as she closed the door, only the faint sound of base from the front room's speakers coming through the wall.
The decorations were elegant and comfortable, with lots of dark velvet wall hangings, soft lighting, and a single large arm chair to comfortably allow her to sit in his lap if he wanted that type of dance. And right in front of that armchair was a small platform stage with a pole.
Shuri sat on the edge of the stage, watching as Namor walked around the room. She liked the way he held himself, all confidence with none of the creep factor. He was good looking too and that voice . She bit her lip to keep from smiling as she checked him out while his back was turned, lifting her eyes up just in time as he turned to face her.
To be perfectly honest she liked everything about him.
She crossed her legs, liking the way he kept his eyes on her face. “So, let's start with a pole dance, and work our way from there?”
Namor hummed, giving her a small nod. “Could we keep the music low?”
“Of course, besides the obvious rules, you run the show.” Shuri ment it mainly as a tease, but a heat flashed across his gaze for a moment.
“Perfect. Would it be alright then if I told you when to take off your clothes?”
Oh great, one of these types. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she turned away to turn on the music and stepped up onto the stage. “Like I said. You run the show.” Shuri watched as he sat down comfortably on the chair, his legs spread and leaning to the side to rest his cheek on his raised fist. He would have looked arrogant if it wasn’t for the way he looked at her.
Like she was the only thing that mattered.
Her skin went warm for a moment and she shook it off, twirling around the pole expertly to shake off the heat that was pooling low in her belly. Normally she could disconnect, lose herself to the music as she stripped. She was just a body on display that could make enough money to pay off both her school debt and apartment, but not much else.
But that intense look of his kept worming its way through her defenses and making her feel seen and present. Especially when he kept his gaze on her face. She was positive that when he would start making demands for her clothes to be taken off, acting like a king on his throne, he would no longer affect her.
Shuri dipped back, holding onto the pole with one hand as she practically grinded into it, before lifting herself back up and pushing her hips out. Looking like a pin up girl as she continued to look at him.
And he continued to keep his eyes locked to her eyes. The intensity should have probably scared her but he didn’t look like the type to be aggressive in that way. Instead it made her slightly breathless.
“You know,” She began, keeping her voice light as she danced around the pole, “I’m beginning to think you don’t like what you see.”
“I’m very interested in everything I see.” His eyes dipped briefly before snapping back to her face, sending a bolt of heat up her spine that had her turning away from him for only a second to press her back into the pole. Using the break to show her ass off to him. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Namor’s low voice had her whipping her eyes back to his face, and she slowly moved to stand in front of him again. Her back leaning heavily on the pole. His commanding tone made her skin instantly flush hot. Surprising her at how turned on she suddenly felt.
The effect he had on her must have shown on her face because he gave her a small smirk. His next words of praise sent a bolt of searing heat to her core. “Very good. Take your shirt off, slowly.”
She swallowed, unable to come up with something dismissively flirty to say, and slowly unzipped her top down the front. Her breasts relaxed from the release, and she let out a soft sigh as she was completely freed from the tight top. His gaze felt hot against her skin as he took her in. Shuri dropped the clothing and tried to gain some semblance of control as she continued her dance.
However, she could feel her limbs begin to lose some of the rhythm she had earlier. He’s just another man…with a stupid sexy voice. She swallowed thickly before asking, “Do you like being in control?”
“Only when I know the person can listen to instruction well.” His eyes lit up with a challenge that she couldn’t help but answer to.
“And have I been a good girl so far?”
Namor’s eyes darken, and she nearly tripped through her dance as she heard the growl in his voice. “A very good girl. Lose the shorts.”
She licked her lips, her mouth going dry. Shuri turned to show him her side, pulling the zipper down on her hip to let the fabric fall away. She then swung around the poll to present her other side to him to pull the second zipper down. The fabric stayed pinched between her legs, so she took a casual stroll around the pole to let it fall off naturally. Kicking it off the stage towards him.
Shuri tried her best to not feel completely flattered by the way he looked at her now, drinking in the sight of her as if she truly was a goddess. His eyes finally dragged up her frame, settling firmly on her face.
“Do you have another name besides Bast?”
“Afraid not.”
“Your own personal rule?” His question surprised her but he was right. Leaning into the name helped her disconnect from the clientele. Although that really wasn’t working at all now.
“Ding ding, correct again handsome. Look who’s being chatty now.”
“I like the sound of your voice.” He purred, the sound tingling up her spine.
Shuri swirled around the pole once, before finally admitting.“Likewise.”
The admission seemed to please him and he sat closer to the edge of his seat, suddenly asking, “Repeat the rules again.”
“No touching me, no touching yourself, no exposing yourself.” She slowly came to a stop, leaning her back against the pole as she fully faced him. Giving him her full attention in the same way he was giving it to her. She continued to sway her hips slowly though.
“And you can’t touch me in a penetrative way.”
An unwelcome image of him railing her from behind tore through her mind. It was only for a second but the damage was done. “Correct.”
“Is it against the rules to touch yourself?”
She stopped dancing completely in surprise, the look in his eyes making it clear what he meant. This was when she should walk away, tell him that the session was over. All she could do was press her legs together, her imagination turning completely against her. “Technically…no.”
Namor stood up with a smooth grace, taking a few slow steps towards her but keeping enough distance between the two of them. “Did you ever do something like that, here, before me?”
“No.”
“Do you want to now? With me watching your every move?” His questions drew up a vivid image of her spread in front of him. A feast of her pleasure before him. The idea of his intense focus on her caused her breath to hitch, but she knew that she would have to answer in the negative to keep things professional.
Shuri struggled to simply say, “N-”
“Don’t lie to me.” Namor said sharp enough for her breath to catch, her throat lightly constricting as if his hand had gently wrapped around her neck. Even though he was not even close enough to touch her. “Be honest.”
“…yes.”
“Then sit down here, keep your heels and gloves on.” Namor shrugged his coat off and placed it onto the edge of the stage, holding out a hand for her to take and help her down. She slipped her hand into his, knowing that she shouldn’t have touched him, but she relished in the heat of his hand as he helped her sit down. “Very good, now lay back and spread your legs wide so I can see you properly.”
Shuri watched him closely as he watched her follow his command, her hands sliding down her inner thighs. Stopping just at her center, suddenly feeling very shy. She never dreamt of doing something like this.
He grabbed an extra chair that had been. resting against the far wall and was mainly used as a prop for dances. He placed the chair down and sat directly in front of her. “Go on, show me how you liked to be touched.” He whispered. The music, although low, should have drowned him out but it felt like the opposite. Only his words could be heard, the music a faint after thought.
With one hand she spread her folds apart, the space between them feeling non-existent as she fully exposed herself to him, and then she slid a finger down to the bundle of nerves that was practically screaming to be touched. The familiar practiced pressure of her fingers making her moan out at the pleasurable sensation, feeling more sensitive than ever before.
His dark intense eyes on her and the praise from his lips were an added pressure to her touch. It made everything more sensitive. Made everything more hot. Made everything just, more . She kept the pace of her fingers on her clit as she smoothed her other hand up her body to grab at her breast, tweaking a nipple.
Why is this turning me on this much? She could feel herself getting wetter, could see the heated excitement in his eyes at her own personal pleasure.
“I’m just going to take off my tie. Alright?” Namor suddenly stood, waiting for her nod before he loosened his tie and threw it to the side after he looped it over his head. He then undid the top two buttons of his shirt and the cuffs of his sleeves, folding them up to just below his elbow. It was like he was undressing for her and she couldn’t help but let out a moan as she moved her fingers a little faster.
His eyes lit up wickedly as his fingers strayed slowly to touch his belt and she felt herself clench on nothing, her thighs trembling, but he lowered his hand completely. Namor gave her a knowing look and she bit her lip in embarrassment at being so obvious.
He got close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, but not enough to touch her. Going as far to place both hands behind his back. Despite the circumstances she now found herself in, she couldn’t help but feel touched that he would do certain things to make her feel comfortable.
But his words kept her fingers moving.
“Do you enjoy being watched?”
“Yes.”
“By anyone, or just me?” There was a possessive look in his eyes that only made him look more enticing.
“Just you.” She whimpered. How could it possibly be anybody else when he somehow managed to get her to do something she never imagined she would do in a million years. Nobody made her feel this way and he wasn’t even touching her.
The content satisfaction on his face felt just as good as his praise. “Good. Very good. Do you remember my name?”
“Yes.”
“Move your fingers faster and say it then.”
“N-Namor.” She groaned out, her fingers moving against her clit faster. Her chest heaving with the effort of not begging for his help.
He breathes in deeply, showing a slight crack in his control. “Beautiful. If the rules allowed it, I would worship you as a goddess deserves.” The words sent a flash of fire across her nerves, her body eager for his touch. “Would you prefer my fingers instead? If the rules allowed it of course.” He moved one hand from his back to place on his knee as he leaned forward.
Shuri looked down to his large hand, admiring the long fingers. The clear detail of veins along the back of his hand showed that he used his hands quite a lot. In her mind, for a moment, his fingers replaced hers, the heat of his touch sending electric pulses from her clit to her spine. She whimpered out a ‘yes’. Or what she thought sounded like a yes.
“And my tongue?”
The wet heat of his mouth replaced his fingers, and she arched her back at the thought. “God yes!”
“Such a greedy little one.” Namor leaned back, and Shuri could see the obvious strain of his erection against his pants. She wanted him to ask her if she wanted his cock as well, because god she wanted to break all of the rules to have him buried inside of her. Her pussy clenched again at nothing. “Are you close, lovely Bast.”
She could only nod.
“You’ll finish in my lap then.” He straightened to stand back, moving his chair to the side so that he could sit back in the large lounging chair.
Shuri’s body was annoyed at her sudden stop, but the allure of being in his lap, feeling his body against hers was too much. She stood on shaky legs, the moisture of her excitement trailing down her inner thighs as she managed to sway her hips, making her way towards him. Her eyes glanced down at his pants, his entire suit had been expensive looking. “Your clothes...”
“I'll survive, sit down.” He patted his leg, “Right here.”
A look of disappointment filtered across her features and he let out a soft chuckle. “Tell me you would prefer my cock instead of my thigh.”
“Y-”
“No. Say it.”
Shuri swallowed and let out a breathy whisper. “I want your cock instead of your thigh.” She could see the clench of his jaw, noticing that he could only gesture for her to come to him. Like a cat she crawled into his lap, settling her weeping core flush against the length of him, his clothes the only thing keeping them within the technical bounds of the rules.
Her mind was too far gone to hear whatever music that was still playing softly in the background, and moved her hips into a rhythm that had them both moaning. She ground herself against him, feeling her orgasm begin to build quickly, as it was simply picking up from where she had stopped. Shuri placed her hands on his arms, sliding her hands to touch more of him, feeling his muscles tense at the feel of her fingers.
Namor looked to where their bodies were pressed, dragging his eyes up her stomach, between her breasts, along her neck, until stopping to look her directly in her eyes. His look was a physical touch. His voice was strained when he asked. “When I fuck you, would you like me hard or slow?”
She didn’t slow her pace but she couldn’t help but scoff. “When?”
“Answer the question.” The commanding tone, edged with a barely restrained growl, had her mind whirling. She imagined him slapping her ass hard as punishment for not answering right away. Maybe even with his belt.
“Both.” Shuri cried out, digging her fingers into his hair. Distantly she could hear the chair creak.
Namor clicked his tongue in admonishment. “So greedy for me without even having me inside of you yet. You need to cum now, lovely little Bast. Show me how you would fuck me.”
She whimpered, grinding her hips faster against him, his pants feeling slick with her desire and sweat. It felt like his hands were all over her. Each word a hand placed on her body. Her thighs, her hips, her ass, her back, her breasts, her neck, her arms, her face.
Shuri felt him everywhere.
He shifted his hips up just a fraction and she could feel the muscle of his thighs lift her up, resting her clit just on the head of his cock. Her hips swivel faster at the new angle and she sobbed through her climax, her body trembling as she pulled him forward into her chest in a rush of adrenaline.
She allowed him a second more of contact since he kept his hands on the armchair. His tongue greedily took a quick lick of her sweat soaked skin before she pushed him back into his seat. Shuri sucked in air as her body tried to come back down from its high, watching him breath just as heavily. With some of her senses coming back to her, she could finally notice how tense his shoulders looked, the creaking noise coming from him digging his fingers into the pleather armchair.
It thrilled her to see him just as affected as she was, but noticeably still hard. The blissed out look in his eyes made it clear that he didn’t mind it though.
“You alright?” His question softly caressing her cheek.
“Yes. More than alright.” She should be getting out of his lap, put as much distance between them as possible but she settled more comfortably against him. “You?”
“I’m alright, but how are your rules on kissing?”
A delighted giggle left her before she could stop it, shaking her head and making him groan in playful frustration. “If you still feel like kissing me after 10:30, I guess I wouldn't mind.”
Namor grinned, different from the playful smirks and the flirty smiles from earlier. It was a happy look that confirmed his want without verbally saying it. “What’s your name?”
“Shuri.”
“Shuri.” He repeated, a low growl rolling through the sound of her name, and she knew she was done for.