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[takecourage]

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]

"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."

[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.

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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?”

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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.”

[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.

[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.”

[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?"

[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.”

[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."

[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?”

[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.

[atehimrightup]

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do,” Lee drawls out, looking Alex up and down. She looks almost nervous for just a second, like she’s too exposed, but Lee knows it’s not because of her nudity. It’s because of what she wants, or maybe needs from him. It means a lot that he can be that for her, and then they can go right back to being friends.

“Come over here,” he says in a calm, casually authoritative kind of voice, jerking his chin to gesture her closer as he leans back against the sofa. “Keep dancing for me.” He smirks a little and puts his hands on his thighs, slowly moving them up and down as he watches her. “What are the rules for a private dance?”

[takecourage]

The music in the club filters into the office, and it's easy enough to pick up the rhythm of it, wearing nothing but her heels and the scrap of fabric between her legs. Her hands ghost of her tits, pushing them together, squeezing.

"Technically, you're still not supposed to touch me and I'm not supposed to do anything that constitutes sex." She shrugs, her hand slipping between her legs, tracing the damp furrow on her cunt through silky fabric. "I grind on you a bit, maybe let you put your mouth on my tits, make you feel like I might let you fuck me, and then we go out separate ways." There's something slightly challenging about the way she says it, and the tilt of her chin.

[atehimrightup]

“Technically,” Lee replies with a smirk, leaning back and linking his hands behind his head, gesturing toward his lap.

“Show me,” he tells her, looking her up and down and quirking a brow as her hand drifts between her legs. “Is that part of it?”

[takecourage]

"It can be," she says, gracefully slipping into his lap. She can feel that he's hard, but that's not exactly new in her tone of work. She starts to roll her hips, palming both tits. "Letting them think that they're turning me on while they're paying for my time."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, you’re very good at your job,” Lee murmurs, keeping his hands behind his head. He wants to see how long he can go without touching her, and how she might react.

She rolls her hips in his lap and he pulls at his hair to keep from grabbing at her, watching as she plays with her tits. Her nipples are hard and Lee’s mouth waters with the urge to suck on them until she’s squirming, but he makes himself stay still and play the part of a respectful customer.

“You don’t look like you’re faking it right now,” Lee points out in a low voice, looking down at the wet scrap of fabric barely covering her swollen cunt. She smells so good and Lee inhales deeply, looking back up at her face.

[takecourage]

Alex does her best innocent face, even though she knows she's not fooling anyone as she pinches her nipples, tugging at them. She pushes up on her knees, one hand slipping to the back of Lee's head, pushing into his hair.

"Like you said. I'm very good at my job."

[atehimrightup]

She leans in, pulling at his hair and putting her tits in his face, and he takes it as an invitation. He’s lot even breaking any of the rules yet, going off what she said earlier. Lee opens his mouth around one of her nipples and sucks on it hard, nudging at the barbell with his tongue while he does.

He spreads his arms out along the back of the sofa, hands curled into fists as he keeps fighting the urge to put them on her body.

[takecourage]

His mouth feels insanely good, and she keeps her fingers in his hair, her hips still moving in time with the music. She probably ought to be embarrassed by how wet she is, but she doesn't give a shit. The fact that their at her job makes it both worse and hotter somehow.