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[takecourage]

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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[didntrun]

"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.

[takecourage]

"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.

[didntrun]

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.

[takecourage]

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?"

[didntrun]

"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."

[takecourage]

"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.

[didntrun]

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.

[takecourage]

"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?"

[didntrun]

"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.

[takecourage]

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."

[didntrun]

"It's kind of exactly the business isn't it?" he asks, managing a grin even when his cheeks are flushed. She's tattooed and mostly naked and moving basically in his lap and touching herself and he's going to lose his freaking mind at some point.

"No rubbing, no touching, I'm being a good boy," he swears. "Promise."

[takecourage]

"You're doing great," she says, her hands covering her tits and squeezing, pinching her pierced nipples lightly between her fingers. "See, this is around the time I would offer you a really controlled way of touching me - like unsnapping my stockings or unhooking my bra." She tilts her head, her hair slipping across her eyes, every inch of her calculated flirtation. "If you want."

[didntrun]

She's really good at this. Eddie knows it's her job and usually when someone does a job that relies a lot on tips, they want to be good at it, but she's really really good at it.

He nods, lips pressed between his teeth. "Yeah," he answers. "I want."

[takecourage]

Alex never would have thought it, but flirting when there are absolutely zero stakes for either of them is really, stupidly fun.

She drapes both hands over Eddie's shoulders.

"Okay," she says. "Stockings first."

[didntrun]

In that moment, Eddie is glad for two things. One, that guitarists are good with their fingers, so he's not going to start fumbling and two, that stockings aren't insanely complicated. He's never exactly undone any before now.

But he manages the first without fucking it up and he grins at Alex before he starts on the other.

[takecourage]

He unclips the snaps on her garters and Alex watches him, her hands cupped over her tits, her hips gently rocking to the rhythm of the music. When all of the snaps are undone, she slips out of his lap, swinging one foot back up onto the couch, starting to roll the fine, flimsy fabric down her thigh.

[didntrun]

"Ah, hell," he says when she gets her leg up, the fabric of the stocking being rolled down against her skin. He means it in a good way. In a I can't entirely believe this is happening to me way and he figures by now Alex knows him at least well enough to read that in his tone.

"Half the people I hung around at home would never believe I actually know you," he says.

[takecourage]

There's a warmth and appreciation in his town that makes Alex smile. She steps out of her shoe, peels off one stocking, before she shifts, lifting the other foot, her heel pressing into the cushion between Eddie's legs as she starts to roll down the other stocking.

"You look exactly like most of the people I hung out with in L.A," she says, and she's had enough practice that a flicker doesn't even cross her face when she thinks about Len.

[didntrun]

"So I'm not even special," he jokes with a sigh, looking up to meet Alex's gaze for a moment before his eyes are inevitably drawn back down to the stocking she's rolling down her leg. It's right there, after all, her foot between his thighs.

He's still not touching her, like he's been instructed, and his hands twitch by his sides.

[takecourage]

"Oh, I think you're pretty special, Munson," says Alex, with a flicker of a smile, as she takes in the way he looks at her bare skin, the flex of his fingers against the cushions. "How badly do you want to touch me right now?" she asks, her knuckles brushing against his inner thigh as she rolls the delicate fabric down over her foot.

[didntrun]

"Shit, real bad," he answers, then wiggles his fingers against the cushions. "But I know the rules and despite what people in Hawkins would probably say, I'm a very good boy."

Maybe he didn't always follow their rules, but he'll follow Alex's. He knows what rules are worth following and which ones aren't.

[takecourage]

Alex smirks at that. She pulls off her stocking and drapes it over Eddie's shoulders before she turns away, giving him a long look at the line of her back, the curve of her ass befoe she backs up and lowers herself into his lap.

"You can unfasten my bra," she says, glancing back over her shoulder. "If you want."

[didntrun]

Eddie swallows hard when Alex settles into his lap, knowing there's no hiding the fact that he's completely hard in his jeans. Not when she's right there, her ass pressed against him.

"Yes please," he says with a laugh, lifting both hands. He's careful, he doesn't want to overstep, but he unhooks her bra, taking his time, mostly just to linger a little longer.

[takecourage]

She hears him swallow behind her, feels the way he shifts, slightly, when she settles into his lap. She leans her weight forward, her hands on his knees to balance her, as he unfastens her bra, as it slips loose. She shimmies it off, dropping it on the floor next to them and lifts her hands up over her head, tousling her fingers into her straight hair.

"Okay, so if you weren't a friend," she says. "I'd say something really fuckin' lewd, right about now. For the tips."

[didntrun]

"Hey, what are friends for?" Eddie asks, even though he's going to tip her regardless, because he's pretty much prepared for his brain to short out already. And if that's not the sign of a successful lap dance, he's not sure what is.

Given that this is the only lap dance Eddie has ever received, he thinks he's a fair enough judge on what is and isn't successful.