takecourage | (no subject)

It's a slow night at the club and Alex is bored to tears. Sitting in her office with her booted feet kicked up on the desk, she scrolls through her phone and pulls up her message thread with Lee.

Are you free? Work's fucking boring.

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takecourage

After reading his text, she rolls her eyes and takes a couple of sets out of the drawer she keeps them in. They're super different, but they'll both pair with the one pair of platform heels that she's got with her. She lays them out on her desk -- one that's black pvc, panties and a bra and a matching garter belt and the other green silk with a half cup bra edged with a froth of lace.

She texts him a picture.

pick your poison, man.

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atehimrightup

Lee quirks a brow and studies the pictures as he smirks to himself, zooming in and pondering the choice. It’s one he’s delighted to make.

The green, he sends, standing up and looking for his keys. The silk will look nicer wet.

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takecourage

She doesn't text him again, pretty sure that he'll turn up sooner rather than later. She gets changed in her office -- the green bra with a matching thong, garter belt, stockings. She brushes out her hair and paints green glitter on her eyes. Out on the floor, she circulates, talking to regulars, checking behind the bar.

Occasionally her eyes dart towards the door.

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atehimrightup

Lee eats a strong weed gummy and then brushes his teeth, running a hand through his hair before leaving the apartment with a garbage bag full of his warm clothes, which really aren’t all that abundant. He locks the door and heads for the truck, quickly making his way to the strip club. The parking lot is pretty sparse, but it’s pretty early on a Wednesday. After a quick hit from his vape, he hops out of the truck.

He shows his ID at the door and then saunters inside, hands in his pockets as he looks around and catches Alex looking in his direction. He smirks and heads for the bar instead of her, ordering a Jack and Coke and then leaning back against it, resting on his elbows.

A girl in a red bikini who is very much not Alex starts heading for him like he’s fresh chum dropped into shark infested waters, and he quirks a brow.

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takecourage

Alex watches from a distance as the other girl circles Lee. It used to be the same way on the odd occasion that Danny visited at work, or Kavinsky (though they'd absolutely been barking up the wrong tree there).

She walks over, knowing that this set shows her off to her best advantage, her tits riding high in the frothy cups, underwear cut high on her hips. She leans across the bar, asking for a coke and shoots Lee a look.

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atehimrightup

“Well hello, darlin’,” Lee says as she approaches, laying it on thick as he turns his whole body toward her, closing himself off to the other girl and making his intentions clear.

He wants very much to reach out and touch her, but that would sort of shatter the illusion that he’s just some random customer. And maybe get him tackled by the bouncer.

His drink is set down in front of him and he curls his hand around it, biting at the end of the straw as he looks her up and down. “When’s your next set?”

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takecourage

"Hi," she says, taking a sip of her own drink. She makes a show of looking him up and down, like she's never seen him before. "I'm actually just working the floor tonight," she says. "Lapdances. Private dances. This your first time or are you an old hand?"

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atehimrightup

“First time,” he says with a nod, letting his gaze drop to her cleavage. He knows just how dusky pink her nipples are, and now they’re hidden just out of his view.

“What’s the difference?” He asks before taking a long sip from his drink. “Lapdances are where everyone can see?”

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takecourage

"Out on the floor," she says. "Pretty strict rules, and I strip down to my G-string. Twenty dollars flat, and tips are encouraged." She sets down her glass, turning her body more towards him, slipping more into work mode. She lifts one hand, grazing the swell of one tit above the cup of her bra. "Private dances are exactly that. One on one, private room. More expensive, but worth it."

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atehimrightup

“Let’s start with a lap dance out here,” Lee says with a smirk, pulling his wallet out to set cash down for the drink, and then extracting another twenty. He holds it up between two fingers and wiggles his eyebrows.

“We’ll have to see if the private dance is worth the investment,” he says, biting back a laugh.

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takecourage

Alex smiles at that, arching one dark eyebrow. She takes the twenty from him and tucks it into the black garter around her thigh.

"You'll want to take a more comfortable seat," she says, gesturing towards one of the plush chairs. "Give me more room to work."

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atehimrightup

Lee nods and picks up his drink, sipping happily as he heads over to one of the chairs. He drops down into it and sprawls out, letting his legs fall open as he looks her over.

“Let’s see if you can get me hard,” he tells her, smirking knowingly at her. They both know she’ll have no problem doing exactly that.

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takecourage

"Let's see," she says, her hips already picking up the rhythm of the music that's playing, her hands in her hair. "There's a few house rules -- like I said, out here, G-string stays on. And no touching." She leans over, giving him a good view of her cleavage, the edges of her nipples showing above lace. "Got it?"

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atehimrightup

“No touching,” Lee replies, nodding agreeably and keeping one hand wrapped around his drink, and the other on his thigh. He watches her move to the music, letting his gaze drop to that brief hint of her nipples. He wants them in his mouth, but he can be patient.

“G-string stays on,” he repeats, looking up at her with a playfully coy expression. “So does that mean I get to see your toes?”

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takecourage

She looks at him, hips still moving, turning her back and spreading her legs before she bends from the waist. She knows exactly how good the view is from behind in these panties.

"These shoes are kind of awkward to get off," she says, blandly. "You'd have to make it worth my while."

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atehimrightup

“Mm, maybe something to consider if we make it to a private room,” he replies in a tone just as dry. She bends over in front of him and he stares at the thin piece of green silk covering all the places he’s been before, and he wants badly to lean in and taste.

But he can’t, so he finishes off his drink and watches her dance, feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans. He plays the part of a respectful, well-behaved patron, keeping his hands to himself.

“Twenty dollars seems low for what I’m getting,” he says once her bra comes off, and the colored lights catch on the jewelry through her perfect nipples.

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takecourage

"Tips are welcomed and encouraged," she says, cupping both tits in her hands and pressing them together, her nipple between her fingers. She doesn't normally get turned on when she dances, but her cunt throbs when Lee looks at her like that. She lifts her leg z putting her foot on the cushion between his spread legs. "Are you a tits or an ass man, Sir? Or do you just wish you could see everything?"

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atehimrightup

“Trust me, you’re getting a tip,” Lee quips in a low rasp, gripping the arms of the chair when she puts her tits in his face. He can smell her arousal and it makes his mouth water, eyes darkening even as he does his best to look unaffected.

“I do love a good pair of tits,” he murmurs, smirking a sitting up a little, bringing himself closer to her without actually touching her, head tipped back to look up at her face, giving her a heated look. “I like you calling me sir, too.”

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takecourage

"Is that right?" she says, smirking as she takes her foot down and turns her back on him, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties before she starts to peel them down, revealing the barely there black G-string underneath.

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atehimrightup

“Yeah. I think you should keep doing that,” he says in a low, stern voice, smirking knowingly. “Make your paying customer happy.”

Alex works her panties down her legs and Lee scoops them up when she steps out them, discreetly shoving them into his pocket. She rolls her hips in time with the music and Lee practically has to sit on his hands.

He leans in closer, breathing hot against the small of her back without making any contact between their bodies. “I can smell how turned on you are and I haven’t even touched you.”

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takecourage

"I don't get like this for just anyone," she says, and she bends from the waist again, knowing that her g string does nothing to protect her modesty. "Sir. Now how are you feeling about that private dance?"

From:

atehimrightup

Lee takes another bill from his pocket just so he can reach out and tuck it into the back of her g-string for an excuse to touch her, letting his fingertips slide down over her ass, brushing her cunt a little before pulling his hand away.

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice, standing up from his seat and finishing off the last of his drink. “I’m all in.”

From:

takecourage

If he'd been a regular customer, and he'd touched one of her dancers like that, she'd have thrown him out on his ass, but he isn't, and he hasn't, so a shiver runs through her instead. She hadn't missed the fact that her panties have ended up in his pocket, but she gathers up her bra and offers him her hand.

"Now, usually, I'd take you to one of the private rooms," she says. "But I'm going to suggest my office instead. It has a the benefit of a lockable door. And no CCTV." She shoots him a look. "Sir."

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atehimrightup

“You know best,” Lee says as he takes her hand, letting her lead him into her office. Once they’re inside and she’s locked the door, Lee drops into the middle of the leather sofa against one wall, letting his thighs fall open.

“Do you get that wet for all your clients?” He asks with a knowing smirk, holding up two fingers and gesturing for her to come closer. “Or am I special?”

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takecourage

"I'm pretty sure you know exactly what you are," she says, making him wait for a moment before she steps closer. Normally, for a private dance, she'd reset -- put her outfit back on, ready to take it off all over again. This time, though, she's just in her g string and she's surprised by how vulnerable that makes her feel. Still, she trusts him completely. He'll take care of her.