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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]

"Uhh."

It's not a word. All ability to form words has fled, because Alex just sort of slides out of his lap like she's made of liquid and yeah, he'd obviously known she would know what she was doing, but this all feels like some next level shit. Definitely none of the strippers in Hawkins were this good.

"I dunno, I'm pretty hard already," he says, then laughs, staring.

[takecourage]

Alex's smirk broadens into a grin, bright and genuine because, honestly, seeing his brain short-wire like that is both deeply gratifying and pretty endearing. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little into it but, knowing that and knowing that she'll go home to Danny later? It's very freeing.

"Think we should try and see?" She arches an eyebrow and leans forward slightly, pierced nipples brushing against denim.

[didntrun]

Eddie tries really hard to say something other than uhhh again and it turns into a little throat clearing laugh as he stares at her. At the piercings. The way she brushes herself against his jeans.

He's absolutely certain at this point that Alex deserves every single tip she ever gets and then some.

"Yeah, probably," he finally manages, hands twitching against his hips again.

[takecourage]

Still leaning into his lap, Alex smirks, watching the twitch of his fingers against his thighs. She deliberately rocks forward against him, biting her lip.

"You want to touch me so bad," she says. It's not a question.

[didntrun]

"I mean, yeah," he says. "But I'm following the rules."

It seems like the sort of thing that could fuck up a friendship, not following the rules in a situation like this. Eddie has done plenty of messed up shit in his life, not even counting the five days before he got here, but he respects other people and their boundaries.

[takecourage]

"Good boy," says Alex, grinning. She pushes herself up to her feet and slides back into Eddie's lap, a leg bent on either side of her thighs. She's supposed to be treating this like she would any other dance, so she grazes her hands over his and guides them up to her hips, settling them so his fingers overlap skin and lace. "Leave them there," she instructs, before she pushes one hand into his hair, tugging his head back a little.

[didntrun]

Eddie makes a strangled little noise in his throat at the tug of his hair. Combined with being called a good boy -- which apparently he really likes, he'd had no idea -- he's kind of feeling like he might just combust.

Don't come in your jeans, Munson, he tells himself.

"You got it," he says aloud when Alex tells him to leave his hands where they are. Her skin is so warm under his palm and he presses his lips together

[takecourage]

Alex can see the effect that she's having on him, hear it clear in that little sound he makes and, like it always does, it makes her feel so powerful that it makes her head spin a little bit. She keeps her firm hold in Eddie's hair as she arches her back, pushing her tits out and guiding Eddie's head forward so that the tip of his nose just brushes the smooth skin between them, his breath hot where it touches her.

"Tell me you want to see what I've got on under these panties."

[didntrun]

She's asking him something. Ordering him to do something. The only problem is that as Eddie's nose brushes against her skin, his heartbeat is roaring in his ears and he's not sure he actually hears what she says.

It feels like his brain has shorted out. Stopped working entirely.

"Uh," he says, blinking. "Yes. I mean, I do. Want to see."

[takecourage]

"You don't sound sure about that," she murmurs, her fingers still tight in his hair, though not so tight that it'll be hurting him. She keeps him where he is, his nose against her, his mouth close enough that she can feel him breathing. She's gratified by the fact that he hasn't even tried to move his hands off her hips. "Try again. Tell me what you want."

[didntrun]

She's asking him to be firm, to say what he wants with purpose, but that hand in his hair is so deeply distracting that it takes him another long moment before he's capable. He had no idea he would like that so much, but now it's here and he very much does.

"I want to see," he says on a shaking exhale. "All of you. You're so hot, it's nuts."

[takecourage]

"That's better. Good boy." She releases her hold on his hair and slips out of his lap, standing in front of him. She's not naked under her panties, but the g-string leaves almost nothing to the imagination. She turns her back on him, thumbs skimming under the waistband of her panties. She spreads her legs and bends from the waist as she starts to peel them down.

[didntrun]

He keeps having to coach himself not to just come in his jeans. That would be really embarrassing and Eddie would rather walk around with a hardon that come in his jeans and have to leave with a giant wet spot.

"Holy shit," he breathes. He's no longer thinking about how this might ruin his friendship with Alex -- he's pretty sure it won't -- or anything else. Just her skin, the tattoos, the way her body moves. He might be dead.

[takecourage]

"I'll take that as a compliment," says Alex, as lace pools around her ankles and she steps out of it, turning back to him wearing nothing but her tiny g-string. She reaches up, tousling her fingers into her straight hair and lets him just look at her for a second. "I'm glad you approve."