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Alex is mostly running the Club on Paper these days. She spends most of her time in the office, doing paper work, pay-packets, one eye on the monitors showing the security feed. She does the rotas and, when needs be, she does a shift behind the bar. Sometimes, she does a set up on the stage or works the floor for a while. She doesn't need the money these days, but, as ever, she likes the way that it makes her feel.

Like tonight. Tonight, she's left Danny at home and she's working, sometimes behind the bar, sometimes on the floor. She's put weight on in Darrow, and the dress that she's wearing exploits that fact to its full advantage, hugging from tits to mid thigh, leaving the tattoos on her arms on show but hiding the ones on her hips, for now.

When she sees Eddie, she grins, making a beeline for him.

"Having fun?" she asks, leaning over the back of his chair.

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"You pay for the room right now," says Alex, nodding to the side table where another couple of beers has appeared. "And then tips are at your discretion." She sits down on the couch opposite him, crossing her legs and tilting her head, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she studies him. "How seriously do you want me to do this, Eddie? Like, I can take my clothes off and fuck around and treat you like my friend, or..." She stretches the syllable out a little. "I can take it seriously."

He's not sure what the real difference would be, but Eddie puts a hundred down on the table, because even though she'd said fifty, he can do better than that at least.

"Seriously," he says. "Yeah, I think so. It'd be good."

Alex's dark eyes flick to the note that Eddie puts down, and the corner of her mouth flickers into a slight smirk. She leans forward, pushing up to her feet and walking over to slip her phone into the dock, selecting something with a solid beat.

"Seriously," she says, letting her voice slip a little lower, a little huskier. "Right." Her hips pick up the rhythm as she walks back towards him, the fabric of her dress riding up against her thighs. "I can work with that."

She's definitely a professional, that's all Eddie can think as Alex walks toward him. The music is right, her voice has changed, and his eyes are drawn to where her dress slips up her thighs bit by bit.

Of course she's a professional. He's just never been in this situation before.

"Okay," he says, keeping his hands in his lap. "Good. Great."

"Hands at your sides," she says, a suggestion, but with an edge, mostly to see how he reacts to it. "You want me to be able to sit in your lap, don't you?" Her hands skim up over the line of her body, from her hips to her tits, cupping lightly, her dark hair framing her face. "Why don't you tell me what you're into, Eddie? So I can make this really, really good for you."

Eddie drops his hands like she's told him. She's the boss, he figures, she knows how this goes better than he does.

He watches as her hands move, his gaze following as she touches herself and he swallows hard, wetting his lips before he shakes his head, already a little amazed. "Uh, I don't know," he says. "Girls."

"That's deeply fucking cute," says Alex, one eyebrow lifting. Her hands still on her tits, she squeezes, the fabric of her dress shiny between her fingers. "But that's not quite what I meant. What I mean, Eddie, is are you a tits..." She tugs at the neckline of her dress, revealling more smooth, olive skin and then she turns, bending from the waist and knowing exactly how she'll look when the fabric of her dress pulls tight. "Or an ass man?"

"Holy shit," Eddie replies, as if that's an answer. It isn't and it is at the same time, because both, holy shit, both. She's so hot and Eddie likes her beyond that, which adds a whole other really cool dimension to all this.

"Ass, I guess," he finally says, laughing a little. "But both."

Because, as he's mentioned and isn't going to say again, he's nineteen. Everything is amazing.

Curtained by her hair, her back to him, Alex bites her lip over a grin at his reaction. She stays bent over for a long moment, before she reaches back and runs her hands up the backs of her thighs.

"I can work with that," she says, shifting so that she can look back at him and wink.

He's going to have to focus really goddamn hard if he doesn't want to end up making a total idiot of himself. With his hands down by his sides, Eddie clenches them into fists, resisting the urge to ball them in his lap to cover the fact that he's already kind of getting a boner. And she's barely done anything.

"You're good at this," he says.

"Yeah, I am," says Alex, her grin edged with wickedness as she straightens up, her hands grazing over the curve of her ass as she turns back to face him. One hand goes to the zipper on her dress and, as she starts to pull it down, she leans forward slightly, her hair slipping over one shoulder, her tits spilling forward. "It's part of the job though, right? Make your fantasies come true." She tilts her head. "Within reason."

"I gotta admit, I've never really talked to anyone about the job," Eddie answers, wetting his lips as he watches Alex dance. He reaches for his beer to give himself something to do, something that won't draw attention to anything.

He feels like a dumb kid. Eddie isn't some blushing virgin, he's had sex. More than a few times. But for some reason he feels like a blushing virgin.

Alex keeps tugging at the zip, peeling it down a fraction at a time. Very deliberately, she leans forward a little bit more, her feet planted in her boots, and rests one hand on Eddie's denim clad knee to make sure she doesn't lose her balance.

"We're talking about it now, aren't we?" she says, eyebrows slightly raised. "You tell me what's hot, and I make it happen." She grins. "Within reason. Like, right now, for example - how much do you really want to see what I've got on under this dress, Eddie?"

“Holy shit, so bad,” he answers, staring at the way her tits press together when she leans forward. Everything she’s doing is hot. Absolutely everything. Even the simple hand on his knee makes him pay attention.

One specific part of him anyway. He’s not going to be able to hide that much longer.

"Well, if you want it that bad," says Alex and she squeezes his knee before she straightens up, pulling the zip the rest of the way down. The fabric of her dress falls open, revealling a vintage inspired set, complete with underbust corset and stockings, garters standing out dark against her smooth thighs. Her bra is flimsy enough that the bars piercing her nipples are pretty obvious, even with it on.

"Well?" she asks, lifting her arms over her head, her hips swaying slowly. "Meet expectations?"

"Holy. Shit."

Eddie doesn't know what he expected under the dress, he has no idea what he was imagining she was wearing, but what he sees makes it clear she's definitely the kind of dancer who gets paid more than the ones at the rundown club in Hawkins. And the piercings.

"Far beyond," he says after a second of staring.

"Well, thank you," says Alex, doing a slow turn on one heel and letting him really take her in for a moment. She reaches back, her finger tips grazing over the bare skin of her ass below the cut of her panties.

She bends over again, smoothly, one palm pressed against the floor. She knows how much more revealing this pose is now that she's lost the dress.

Okay, yeah, his dick has definitely gotten in on this now and Eddie makes a strangled sort of noise when he realizes there's no hiding it. He has no idea if that's appropriate or if he's about to get his ass kicked out into the street because he's being disrespectful.

"You're, um... very flexible," he says, then wonders what the hell has gotten into him. That's not a proper compliment or the right thing to say.

She stays exactly where she is for a moment, and then she straightens, turning back to him, her hands grazing up over black satin to cup both tits, ppads of her thumbs brushing over pierced nipples under thin fabric. Her eyes slide down to his lap and back to his face, and then she bites her lip over a smirk.

"You going to cope if I get a little closer, Eddie?"

"I might, uh... spontaneously combust, but there's a fire extinguisher around here, right?" he jokes, knowing she's seen that he's got a hardon, knowing he can't do anything about it. He just has to keep his hands to himself, like she said, and let her do her think.

"I'll be okay," he says more serious. "More than okay. Pretty stoked, actually."

"Oh, yeah. We take all the necessary precautions around here," she says, and there's why she does it - that slightly heady rush of power when she sees the effect she's having on him. She steps closer, sinuous and graceful in her spike heels. She nudges his feet further apart with one boot before her knee hits the touch between his spread thighs, putting her tits dangerously close to his face.

Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch. It's the mantra on repeat in Eddie's head, because he thinks it'd be fairly easy for him to forget himself in this scenario, and just reach for her. If he was just hooking up with someone, he'd have touched them long ago.

He huffs out a soft laugh at her joke, gaze falling to her tits, pulling back just a little so he can get a better look.

"Holy shit, you're so hot," he breathes.

"Thanks," she says, with a smirk, her hands sliding down over the slick fabric of her corset. She shifts to straddle his lap properly, settling her weight back against denim clad thighs as she rocks in time with the music, the movement lewdly suggestive as she starts to undo the hook and eye fasteners up the front of the corset. "Shame I'm taken, right?"

"A real shame," he answers, although there's a twinge of guilt when he says it. Alex is taken, officially, and Eddie isn't. There's Jules, he's seen her a few times and he's had a lot of fun with her, but every time he's with Chrissy, that little crush from middle school seems to take up more space inside of him.

So maybe this is best. Having that space, being just friends, because he has a lot of shit whirling around inside him.

He stifles a little noise when Alex moves against his lap and then he flushes and asks, "Is it weird when guys, uh... y'know." He glances down at his lap.

She sees a flicker of something go across Eddie's face and tilts her head, still working on hook and eyes as she studies him for a moment and then, in the end, decides not to ask. "Is it weird when guys...get hard?" she asks, peeling the corset open and dropping it on the floor behind her. Now that she's sitting there in panties nad a bra, the snake heads on her hips, designed to match the ones at her collarbones, stand out starkly, peeking over her lace waistband.

"Not weird, no. Long as you don't try to rub it on me or anything." She grins, her hands grazing over her bare thighs, the flat plane of her belly. "It's kind of the point, isn't it? And I meant it when I said I was taken. That..." She glances down. "Is none of my business."