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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]

"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.

[atehimrightup]

Lee moves from one nipple to the other, sucking so hard his cheeks go hollow, and he finally lifts one hand to hook his finger through the front of her g-string, tugging the wet scrap of fabric up between the folds of her cunt.

“Do you want me to break the rules, Alex?” He asks in a low voice, dragging his stubbled chin up between her breasts and pulling on the fabric again, smiling knowingly as he looks up at her. “I think you do.”

[takecourage]

She hates how into this she is, but at least it's him, and she trusts him, whatever she ends up doing. He tugs the fabric of her underwear against her and she groans softly.

"Yes," she says, and then she smirks. "Sir."

[atehimrightup]

“Good girl. Keep that up,” Lee tells her, taking her nipple into his mouth again. This time he bites, tugging at the barbell with his teeth as he toys with the flimsy string of her underwear again, hooking his finger through the crotch and pulling it away. She’s so smooth, entirely free of hair, and that’s new to Lee. He doesn’t mind hair, but he can’t deny that he likes the way she feels, all slick and wet.

“Do you get paid hourly whether you’re dancing or not?” Lee asks casually, looking up at her while rubbing his knuckle against her clit, still teasing her.

[takecourage]

Alex doesn't want to give him everything too quickly, because there's a tiny bit of her, the bit that flicks a forked tongue, that wants him to make her, but she does rock her hips forward against the press of his knuckle against her clit.

"When I'm managing, I get a salary," she says. "But when I'm dancing, it's all dances and tips. Minus what the house gets." She tilts her head, her fingers still pressed into his hair. "Why?"

[atehimrightup]

“Just wondering if you’re going to get paid for fucking me in your office,” Lee teases with a smirk, reaching up to grab her chin with one hand while sliding his middle and ring fingers into her cunt, his touch casually possessive as he uses it to haul her closer.

“Keep dancing,” he tells her, dragging his thumb across her lower lip and pressing the pad of it to her bottom teeth. “I want to feel you move.”

[takecourage]

"Yeah," she says. "I'm getting paid, Sir."

A shiver goes through her as he pulls her closer to him with his fingers in her cunt. Her hips keep moving to the music, her hands in her hair.

"It's stupid," she says. "How badly I want you to make me do filthy things."

[atehimrightup]

“Is that right?” Lee grins dangerously at her, letting her practically fuck herself on his fingers as her hips move to the music. The wet strap of her panties pulls tight over his hand, but he makes no move to remove them just right.

“You want to be my good girl?” He murmurs, biting at the swell of one of her tits and flicking his tongue over nipple, catching the barbell behind his teeth and tugging. “Or do you want to be treated like a whore?”

He grins up at her and shoves his fingers in deeper, easily seeking out her g-spot and applying pressure. “You are getting paid, after all.”

[takecourage]

"Fuck you," she says, but she's grinning when she says it. God, she loves the way he touches her like, at least for right now, he owns her. She tips her head back. "I'll be a good girl."

She actually blushes when it comes out of her mouth.

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs too, reassured that he isn’t taking things too far. He trusts that she’ll tell him, regardless.

Her cheeks turn pink and Lee feels like he’s just won a prize, thrusting his fingers up into her roughly again while grabbing at her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“I didn’t say a good girl. I said my good girl,” Lee corrects, suddenly pulling his fingers out of his cunt as if to punish her. “Now say it right, sweetheart.”

[takecourage]

Sitting in his lap with her underwear pulled to the side and her cunt throbbing, his hand holding her chin, Alex's face burns. She swallows, nodding.

"Sorry. I'll be your good girl. For as long as you want."

[atehimrightup]

“That’s better.” He keeps his rough grip on her chin so he can look at her burning red face, keeping eye contact with her as he slides three fingers into her cunt. “Don’t look away from me.”

He starts to fuck her with hard, deliberate thrusts of his fingers designed to bring her to the edge as quickly as possible, to make her desperate.

“Only good girls get to come,” he tells her in a low voice, finding that he likes this dynamic very much. He wants to push it further, but he’s not exactly sure how. “But not until I say it’s okay. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

[takecourage]

She nods.

"I understand."

She wants to close her eyes, wants to not look at him while he's fucking her with his fingers like that, hard and fast enough that it barely feels like any time at all before she's squirming, desperately breathing, trying not to come. Even then, she doesn't look away from him. She barely dares blink.

[atehimrightup]

“You understand, what?” Lee says with a slightly hard edge to his voice, stilling his fingers again and gripping her face with more force. “I’m not going to tell you again, little girl.”

He lets go of her face to drop a hand to one of her tits, squeezing hard and thumbing roughly at her nipple. “You’re acting like you want to be put over my knee.”

[takecourage]

He's still got three fingers shoved inside her, his hand on her tit, and the pain goes right to her cunt and makes it twitch around him.

"Fuck. Sorry. I understand, Sir."

[atehimrightup]

“Do not forget again,” he tells her, plucking at her nipple and then wrapping his hand around her neck, not squeezing so much as holding onto her just tightly enough to feel her pulse flutter against his palm.

He starts to fuck her with his fingers again, deliberately not touching her clit just yet. Instead he massages her g-spot, stroking it until she’s all but quivering in his lap, staring at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. It’s incredible.

“You look like you want to come,” Lee murmurs as she turns red all over, breath hiccuping as she does her best to hold it at bay. “Ask me nicely and I’ll think about letting you.”

[takecourage]

"I want to come, Sir," she says, her voice breathy, leaning her weight into his hand around her neck so that she can feel it. She rocks her hips against the fingers he's got pressed inside her. "Please let me come, Sir. I'll do anything you want."

And, in that moment, she means it completely.