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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]

"Fuck," says Alex, her hips squirming when he touches her and she's so sensitive that she's not sure if she's trying to get closer or get away.

"One more. Like this?"

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, not quite. Get up on your knees,” he murmurs, gripping her hips and raising her a little higher as he slumps down. “I said I wanted to taste it, didn’t I?”

He slides his hands up the backs of her thighs and grabs her ass, rubbing his fingertips against her asshole in a firm, proprietary touch. The scent of her is so much, almost overwhelming, and it makes him so, so hungry.

And so, he eats. He shoves his face greedily into her wet cunt, pressing his tongue where his cock had just been.

[takecourage]

He buries his face in her cunt and Alex whimpers, her hands coming up to push into his hair, holding him against her as she rolls her hips, fucking herself on his tongue. She's so sensitive that it almost hurts, but she's come so many times that she knows it's going to take a little work to get there. She's got no intention of faking.

[atehimrightup]

Lee knows how sensitive she must be, so he doesn’t immediately touch her clit. He fucks her with his tongue, sucks at the slick folds of her cunt, all while she rolls her hips. Eventually he pulls his tongue free and replaces it with two fingers, seeking out the spot that he can find so easily now and pressing in.

It’s only then that he drags his tongue over her clit, flicking it back and forth before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. He doesn’t know if she can gush like that again, but he realizes in that moment that he certainly wouldn’t hate it.

Lee’s always found that the messiest things are the best.

[takecourage]

He's good at this, and Alex makes no attempt to hide how good it feels, grinding her hips forward against his mouth, her hands still tight in his hair.

"Fuck," she breathes. "Right there. Like that."

[atehimrightup]

If it were earlier in the evening, Lee might say something about her giving commands. But they’re on the way out, even if his cock is doing his best to valiantly twitch back to life. It’s pretty fast, but he’s only come once tonight. Which feels kind of insane.

He hums and sucks harder, alternating between that and firm flicks of his tongue as he fingers her just so. His other hand is still on her ass and he presses his middle finger slowly into her asshole, feeling it sink in easily just from how wet she is.

[takecourage]

He pushes a finger into her asshole and Alex tips her head back, groaning softly. She rolls her hips, fucking herself on fingers and his mouth until she's shivering on the edge of it again.

"Shit, Daddy," she says, and this time she doesn't laugh. "Can I come?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee is really good at this, and it makes him feel a strange swell of pride. He isn’t good at many things, and he likes that one of them is making people feel good.

Another is making them feel very, very bad but hey. Balance in all things.

She asks to come and Lee growls and nods, sucking harder at her clit while curling his fingers against her g-spot, pushing her over the edge.

[takecourage]

Alex has genuinely lost count of how many times she's come, but it washes over her again, as she grinds her cunt forward against Lee's mouth, rolls her hips between his hands.

"Oh, fuck," she manages to grit out. "Thank you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee moans as she shakes apart in his hands, feeling her cunt flutter around his fingers before he gently eases his hands out from between her legs. He grabs her hips instead and helps her settle into his lap, holding her there while she catches her breath.

He sweeps her hair out of her face and leans in to kiss her on the mouth, for the first time all night, mostly so she can taste herself on his tongue. It’s brief but affectionate, and he’s smiling when he pulls back to look at her.

“You’re very welcome,” he assures her, looking proud and pleased but not smug. At least not in that particular moment.

[takecourage]

He kisses her and Alex smiles, too. She sits in his lap for a moment, and then she tousles her fingers into his hair, pushing it back from his face and she climbs, somewhat gingerly, out of his lap.

"You're a fucking mess," she says, grinning, like she's not slick halfway to her knees, her hair tangled and her lipstick smeared across her face. "Which...I realise...is totally my fucking fault." She bends over, rummaging through the bottom drawer in her filing cabinet until she comes up with a towel and some micellar water. The clothes that she was wearing before she texted Lee are still in a heap on her desk. "I've got some stuff that might fit you?"

[atehimrightup]

“Hey, that was a team effort,” Lee assures her, chuckling roughly as she climbs off of him. His cock is still half-hard and he’s not in that much of a hurry to stuff it back into his wet and sticky jeans, so he spends a moment lounging and watching as Alex bends over. Her ass is littered with red patches and Lee smirks to himself. “You didn’t come like that all by yourself.”

Okay, now he’s a little smug.

“You gonna send me out of here in stripper clothes?” He teases, grinning at her before leaning over to start unlacing his boots, because he’ll never get these jeans off otherwise. “That’s fine, but I have no problem strolling out of here covered in you. For the record.”

He wonders if George is home yet, and what he might think if Lee came home like this. The thought makes him nervous and excited all at once.

[takecourage]

"Oh, definitely," she says, "And they're Darlington's old clothes, not mine. Well, the sweats are. I only have my t-shirts, but, don't worry -- they don't have like, rhinestones or glitter or shit." She grabs her underwear, not nearly as glamourous as the sets she wears out on the floor and steps into it, pulls on a black t-shirt without a bra underneath it. She brings Lee a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and looks down, eyebrow raised. "Want me to do something about that?"

She doesn't look like she'd be adverse to the idea.

[atehimrightup]

“Any guy worried he’s gonna look like less of a man because there are rhinestones on his clothes wasn’t much of a man to begin with,” Lee replies as he tugs his boots off. A part of him wants to protest when she says the clothes are Darlington’s, not wanting her to have to part with them, but she’s the one who offered so he doesn’t. He just makes a mental note to make sure that he returns them.

He looks up to see Alex standing in front of him in plain panties and a cotton tee, and somehow that’s sexier than all the stripper gear. The question makes him laugh and he looks down at his persistent erection thoughtfully.

“You don’t have to. If you wanna be done, we’re done,” Lee tells her, wanting to make sure that’s clear. There’s no quid pro quo here, and Lee definitely isn’t keeping score. And then he smiles. “That said, if I ever say no to that question I need you to take me out back and put me down, ‘cause something ain’t right.”

[takecourage]

She's got a closet full of Darlington's stuff out at Black Elm, tucked away in one of the bedrooms she never has reason to go into. There's some stuff that's made it into her rotation -- sweaters and t-shirts, mostly, but a few pairs of sweats that she sleeps in. She's got one of his beanies for when the weather turns; it clashes violently with the scarf he bought her for their first Christmas together, but she doesn't give a shit.

Anyway. Whatever. She doesn't want to think about him.

"I could keep going," she says. "If you've got a request."

[atehimrightup]

Alex’s face does something weird, expression going oddly blank, and Lee feels a little off kilter for the first time all night. He cares about Alex, is the thing.

Not romantically, not even a little. Every single one of those feelings is currently all tied up in another funny, gorgeous slut who wants to fuck him for some reason. Lee doesn’t know how these people keep falling into his lap. Sometimes literally.

But she’s his friend, one of his best, and he doesn’t ever want to take advantage of her, not in the slightest. Not even if she doesn’t even realize that’s what’s happening.

“I’m sure you could,” he says after a moment, keeping his shirt on as he reaches for the sweats. It’s damp in places, but he’s just going home. And he likes the smell, if he’s honest. He’ll keep his shirt as it is. “But do you want to? I’m not gonna be offended if you don’t.”

Alex wouldn’t offer if she wasn’t willing; Lee knows that much. He also knows, now more than ever, that there’s a difference between being willing and being eager, and he only wants it if it’s the latter.

[takecourage]

"Honestly?" she says, pushing her hair back from her face and grabbing her jeans, shimmying into them. "I could go for like...a beer and a bag of chips and then I will absolutely be ready to go again. Raring to go." She shoots him a sly look as she bends to pull her boots on, leaving them loose laced. "You want anything, Daddy?"

[atehimrightup]

“I want honesty,” Les says simply, which might be a little ironic given how many big secrets he keeps, but he’s honest when it comes to sex and he wants her to be, too. That way she says it paired with the way she pulls on her pants makes Lee think they’re done, which is okay.

He starts to pull on the sweats and pauses to look up at her with vague surprise, chuckling and shaking his head a little.

“And here I was thinking you meant a quick blowjob,” he says with a smirk, though he blushes faintly at the name as he finishes pulling on his sweats.

“Beer and some chips sounds good,” he assures her, reaching out to grab her towel and wipe his hands. “I need to get home at home point. George had a gig tonight.”

Lee thinks he was a little nervous about it. Not that George said that, or was obvious about it, but Lee knows him.

It’s only after he says it that he realizes that every time he’s referenced home tonight, he’s meant George’s place.

[takecourage]

She remembers how sensitive Lee used to be at the suggestion that George might be his boyfriend. Feels like a lot has changed quickly there.

"Why don't we grab beer and chips and then you can give me a ride home and I'll blow you in your truck?" She says, grinning. "That sounds like a plan to me."

[atehimrightup]

Alex gives him a look but thankfully doesn’t say anything and Lee is grateful for that, even though talking about it with her before had helped clear the mess in his head a little. He still hates the word boyfriend, though. It feels juvenile and inadequate, but he doesn’t know a better alternative.

Other than George kind of being his everything, all at once.

Alex’s suggestion snaps him out of his thoughts and he lets out a surprised laugh, grinning and tucking his erection into the sweats. It’s just starting to flag, but only a little. He’s still drenched in her come, after all. The smell makes him kind of dizzy. And hungry.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart,” Lee says with a grin, pulling his boots back on before standing up and scooping up his wet jeans, twisting to look back at the couch. “Good thing leather wipes down so easily. You were a good girl all over this damn thing.”

[takecourage]

Alex shoots the couch a dubious look as she unlocks her office door, shoving her keys into her pocket.

"Honestly? The manager before me was a complete asshole, so I'd be super surprised if I'm the first dancer to get my cunt all over that thing." She rolls her eyes. "It's probably a health hazard."

She steps out of the office info the club proper, blatantly ignoring the look that one of the security guards shoots her. It's still quiet. Alex ducks behind the bar, grabbing chips and two beers from the fridge.

"I'm heading out,".she says to the guy on duty closest to the doors. He nods to her without cracking a smile.

"Yes, boss."

[atehimrightup]

Lee has slept in enough shitty places that the information doesn’t really faze him. He only shrugs and ties his boots before standing up. The sweats fit and his shirt is dark, so the drying mess all over it isn’t even really noticeable in the low light.

He looks around, wincing slightly as he leans over to pick up the tied off condom he’d disposed of earlier by mindlessly tossing it aside and put it in the trash. After rolling up his jeans and tucking them under one arm, he follows Alex back out into the club. A few people look in his direction and Lee just drags his hand through his sex hair and smiles serenely, giving them all a lazy salute as he follows out into the balmy night air.

“So do I get half of what you earned tonight?” He jokes as he digs his keys out of his rolled up jeans, winking as he passes by Alex to unlock the passenger side door and open it for her. “Seems only fair.”

[takecourage]

"Didn't see you doing any dancing," she says, but she does take the notes he tucked into her G-string earlier out of her jeans pocket and offer them to him between two fingers.

"Was on the house, though."

[atehimrightup]

Lee looks down at cash and snorts softly in amusement, shaking his head and gesturing for her to get onto the truck.

“Nah, you earned that. It was a hell of a lap dance, Stern.” He swats playfully at her ass as she climbs into the cab, then shuts her door and whistles jovially to himself as he twirls his keys around his finger. Once he climbs onto the bench seat next to her, he starts up the old engine and looks over at her as if warms up a little.

“They make this cream with aloe and stuff in it,” Lee says in a more serious tone, vaguely concerned as he thinks about the red marks on her ass in a less erotic context. He’s about to offer to get her some, then snorts and rolls his eyes at himself as he buckles his seat belt. “Sorry, forgot who I was talkin’ to for a sec. You have a sex dungeon and we met at a sex club. Of course you know about the lotion.”

[takecourage]

"Don't call me that," she says, and her tone is mostly flat but there's a soft, plaintive note in it. She copes pretty well, most of the time, but it still hurts to hear her surname used as a term of endearment.

She tucks the notes back into her pocket, not about to argue about it. What he says next makes her laugh. "Yes," she says. "I know about the lotion."