For Steve

[takecourage]

It's been a good night. She's on her third solo set of the night, leaning into the goth dominatrix vibe with her hair in a sleek sheath over one shoulder, black velvet and black lace underneath. She stands with her back to the pole, stripped down to a barely there G-string and gyrates, grinning when it brings another flurry of notes onto the stage.

The song ends and she grins, bending to pick up a handful of bills, giving the front view a bonus glimpse.

It's about ten minutes until she's back on the floor, lipstick freshly applied and back in her dress, ready to go again. Steve had texted earlier to tell him that he's planning on swinging by.

She's promised him a fun night.

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[haplesshairpile]

This is fine, Steve thinks as he stands near the bar and stares at Alex’s tits as she twirls around a pole.

Not at all a terrible idea fueled by horniness and curiosity, and spurred on by the edible he ate an hour ago. It’s perfectly normal to come watch your hot friend, who is off limits, strip in a room full of strangers. It’s fine.

Alex’s set finishes and Steve grimaces slightly at all the wolf whistles and cat calls, because that’s his friend up there. But they’re in a strip club, so it’s probably pretty standard.

God, his life is weird.

He’s nursing an overpriced beer when he sees Alex coming toward him, fully clothed, but Steve can still remember what her nipples looked like, because they’re fucking pierced, which he has never seen in real life before.

It’ll be fine.

[takecourage]

Alex walks over to the bar, leaning over and catching her weight on her arms as she orders a Coke - she doesn't drink when she's working, unlike some of the girls. When she's got her drink, she moves over, coming to stand beside Steve.

"You need to relax, bud..."

[haplesshairpile]

“That obvious?” Steve laughs at that, and he would normally lean and give her a quick hug, but he probably can’t while she’s working.

Still, her actually being right in front of him does make him relax a little, and he reaches over to clink his beer against her glass instead.

“I’m mostly relaxed. Kinda stoned,” Steve admits, biting his lip as he looks over at her. “You looked really good up there.”

[takecourage]

"Thanks," says Alex, taking a sip of her drink and grinning at him. "This outfit always gets good tips. Not quite Wednesday Addams but nearly there, right? And not as fetishy as some of the routines I do."

[haplesshairpile]

“Fetishy,” Steve echoes, feeling his brain get stuck on the word. He looks at Alex’s face and feels his gaze drift down to her chest before he looks away to chug from his beer.

“So, uh. Do you have to get back out there soon?” He asks, hooking his thumb towards the stage. “Should I go find a seat?”

[takecourage]

"Yeah," she says, grinning at his reaction. "More rubber than this. More spanking. Little bit of audience participation." She sips her coke casually, like they're chatting about where to go for lunch. "Actually, I've got some time now to do private dancers, so it's your lucky day, Harrington. Did you come prepared to tip?"

[haplesshairpile]

“Audience participation,” Steve repeats, but this time there’s a hopeful note in his tone. At Alex’s question, his brows shoot up a little and he hesitates, because he did bring money for tips, but he had assumed he would be sitting by the main stage, not getting a private dance.

“I work at a record store,” he reminds her, but his gaze drops again to her chest. She really has the most spectacular tits, and he thinks that he could probably survive on instant noodles for awhile.

“I mean, I did bring money to tip, but private dances with you must be really expensive,” Steve tells her, like it’s the greatest compliment he could give her. But holy shit, he really wants to see those nipple piercings up close.

He also really, really wants to lick them, but he has to remind himself that he can’t actually suck on her nipples to make her squirm while he tastes metal on his tongue, as much as he might want to.

[takecourage]

"There's a cover charge but I waive it for dudes I actually like," she says. "And you can tip and then we can turn it into drinks when we go out later." She sets down her glass and offers him her hand.

"Deal?"

[haplesshairpile]

“In that case,” he says with a smooth chuckle, trying not to be so embarrassing. Back home, Steve thought he was cool. He thought he knew a lot, but now he realizes that he was very wrong.

Still, he knows how to flirt, even if it won’t lead anywhere, so he lifts Alex’s hand to press a playful kiss to her knuckles before letting it go.

“An excellent deal,” he tells her with a grin. “Alright, lead the way so you can take my lapdance virginity and tease me with your perfect tits.”

He has very little female friends he could say that to without feeling like a rude asshole. Probably just her, actually. And Ygritte, but he can say anything to her. Friends you can practice your dirty talk on probably deserve their own category.

[takecourage]

"Smooth, Harrington," she says but, honestly, if Darlington wasn't here and she wasn't his, hook line sinker for better or worse, she might have done than just flirt with Steve. He's the furthest thing from an asshole, even with the lines.

His hand still in hers, she leads him deeper into the club, picking out a deep booth with a velvet bench.

"Sit," she says, pointing.

[haplesshairpile]

“Yes ma’am,” he says easily, turning to sit on the bench, pressing against the back of it to make room on his lap. He almost reaches for her, going so far as to lift his hands, but he remembers himself and instead presses his palms firmly into the velvet on either side of his thighs.

[takecourage]

Alex grins at the movement of his hands, her hips picking up the rhythm of the music, swaying slowly. "Okay, so, we need to go over some rules before we start. Firstly, I can touch you but you can't touch me. Tips go in my garter or in my G-string if I get down that far. I can take off or leave on however much you're comfortable with, but I don't do full nude. Questions?"

[haplesshairpile]

Steve pouts slightly, even though he knew he couldn’t touch her, but he doesn’t question it. Her hips sway and Steve bites down on his lip as he tucks his fingers under his thighs.

“I’ve never had a girl this close to me that I couldn’t touch,” he admits, but he won’t break her rules. That’d be epically shitty of him. He nods along to the rest of it, gulping a little at the mention of a g-string, and then blows out a breath.

“Take off as much as you want,” he breathes out, which is probably fucking stupid of him, but oh well. “I probably can’t tell you what I’d like to be doing to you if I could touch you, huh?”

His voice has dipped low with arousal, but he remembers where he is and shakes his head with a sheepish smile. “Never mind, stupid question. I agree to it all, of course.”

[takecourage]

Alex shrugs one shoulder at that, her hips moving with more purpose now, the fabric of her skirt shifting against her pale thighs above lace stocking tops.

"You can tell me whatever you like," she says, her voice dropped, huskier. "Long as you know it's just the fantasy, I'm okay with it."

[haplesshairpile]

“I know it is,” Steve assures her, eyes darkening as he relaxes back and watches her move. He’s under no delusions here. She’s doing her job, even if she is giving him a discount. He doesn’t have feelings for her or anything, aside from friendly ones, but he can’t deny that she’s insanely hot and if she were single, he’d definitely see if she wanted to fool around, but she isn’t and that’s fine.

“I keep thinking about your nipple piercings,” he admits, because maybe if he can talk he can let off a little steam and won’t be so wound up. And he’s probably full of himself, thinking he might be able to turn her on like she’s doing to him. She does this all the time, and she’s probably even a little bored, probably hears all sorts of shit, but maybe imagining her getting a little wet in her tiny panties can be a part of his fantasy. “How much I’d like to see what they feel like in my mouth.”

[takecourage]

"I get that a lot," says Alex, her hands skimming up the line of her dress to cup her tits as he talks about her piercings, squeezing. "But I guess most guys have only seen them on porn stars, so..."

[haplesshairpile]

“What do they feel like? For you, I mean.” He was right; the talking does help. He’s still hard in his jeans, but he isn’t embarrassed about it. Of course he’s hard, and he’s sure she’s seen a lot worse than a guy respectfully keeping his cock in his pants and his hands tucked under his thighs.

It’s actually kind of hot, having her boss him around.

“Do they make them more sensitive?” He stares at her hands as she grabs at her own chest, and he unconsciously licks his lips. “Can I see them?”

[takecourage]

Tilting her head slightly, Alex traces the tips of her fingers over the curve of her tits above her neckline. "You can, but it'll be over quicker if you make me rush." She leans in, catching her weight on the back of the couch, a hand on either side of his head, giving him a view down her shirt. "They're sensitive. And always hard."

[haplesshairpile]

“I wouldn’t want you to rush,” he says breathlessly, gripping at his own thighs as she leans over him. She smells good, a little like sweat from how hard she’s been working, and Steve has to resist the urge to drag his tongue up the side of her throat.

“Fuck.” He has to close his eyes for just a minute, tipping his head back so he can take a breath. When he opens them again, she’s rolling her hips in this obscene way, and Steve takes a breath as he stares up at her. “I’d suck on them for as long as you’d let me. Do you like that, having them sucked on?”

She doesn’t even have her fucking dress off yet.

[takecourage]

"I do," admits Alex, standing up again but only so she can turn her back on him and bend from the waist, legs spread, to give him an equally good view of her ass. She reaches back, sliding one hand over herself, squeezing.

[haplesshairpile]

“Jesus.” Steve stares at the curve of her ass and he thinks about how badly he wants to hook his thumb under the hem of that tight little dress and bury his face between her thighs, maybe drag that tiny strap of fabric out of the way with his teeth.

But he can do none of those things, so he sits on his hands and he watches.

[takecourage]

Alex straightens up, grinning, turns back to him and bites her lip as she starts to shimmy her top down, revealing the black lace halter underneath. Her tits aren't as big as some of the girls, but they're pretty perfect, and she knows it.

[haplesshairpile]

Steve swallows hard as she pulls down her dress, eyes dropping from her face to her chest. Her tits really are perfect, round and symmetrical, and Steve’s mouth waters as he thinks about how badly he wants to touch them.

Maybe she’ll take pity on him and press his face between them. That still counts as her touching him, right?

[takecourage]

"Suddenly lost for words?" She asks, pushing her top down until it's around her waist, her skin so pale that it's almost luminous in the low light, tattoos standing out on her arms and collarbones. "Disappointing, Harrington."

[haplesshairpile]

“Ah, so you like how I talk to you,” Steve replies, grinning at her as he watches her push the dark fabric down to accentuate her tiny waist. Her tits are finally bare to him and he stares openly, looking at the metal speared through her nipples.

They’re hard, pink little points, and Steve’s mouth falls open on instinct, like she might let him have a taste.

“I was just distracted,” he admits, quirking a brow as he looks up at her. “Thinking about how much I’d love to get my face between your legs. I bet you taste really good.”

[takecourage]

"Like heaven," she says, quoting a movie she'd watched once, sprawled on the sofa at ground zero. She shimmies, stripping down to the lace shorts that she's wearing over her G-string, her stockings and garters, her heels.

"Are you good at it, Steve? Go down on a lot of girls?"

[haplesshairpile]

“I’m very good at it,” Steve says, sounding proud rather than smug. He knows that he’s good because he’s been told that he is, and he loves doing it. Enthusiasm goes a long way.

“Guys who don’t like doing it are fucking idiots,” he declares, feeling very strongly about this fact. “Feeling a girl come around your tongue so hard she shakes from it? That’s heaven.”

He stares at her, watching her tits bounce as she moves, and he aches. “I’ve always wanted to go down on a girl in public, hiding under a table or something. Or in a movie theater.”

Steve has never told anyone this, but he’s sure that he can Alex and she won’t care.

[takecourage]

"Kinky," says Alex, grinning when she says it. She runs her hands up over her ribs, drawing Steve's attention back to her tits, squeezing them together, rubbing her nipples between her fingers, bar piercings catching the light.

"I can always go for a little kink."

[haplesshairpile]

“I’d go down on you in a movie theater. I’d go down on you right here,” he assures her, trailing off when her hands go to her tits. He actually whines a little, deep in his throat, from how badly he wants his mouth on them. He sort of wants to stick his tongue out, just to see what she’d do, but that’s probably sort of pathetic.

“I haven’t— god, you’re spectacular. I want to bite your tits so bad,” he admits, moving his hands to grip at his own knees. Not touching her is probably the hardest thing he’s ever done. “I haven’t done much in the way of kinky. Strictly vanilla until I got here, actually.”

[takecourage]

"Finding your feet now, though, aren't you?" She says. One hand stays at her tit, squeezing, the other sliding down her belly and between her thighs, ghosting over lace. "What else do you want to do to my, Harrington?"

[haplesshairpile]

“Trying to, every chance I get.” His eyes follow the path of her fingers and he groans as they dip between her thighs.

“Put my fingers inside you,” he admits, and it’s the first thing he’s said that makes color rise to his cheeks. He knows that she isn’t getting worked up over anything he says and he’s probably making a fool of himself, but he also knows she won’t judge her for it, so he takes comfort in that.

[takecourage]

"Where inside me?" She asks, leaning forward again, catching her weight again, aware of how close it puts her tits to his face. "How much do you think I'd let you get away with?"

[haplesshairpile]

“Inside your cunt,” he says, only because she asked him like she just wanted to see if he’d say it, and he isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Her tits are right there, close enough for him to just lean forward and take one of those stiff nipples in his mouth. He sways forward a bit but catches himself, only managing to breathe hotly against the pink, pebbled skin before he forces himself back.

“Realistically, nothing,” he says with a laugh, because he wants to make sure that she’s aware that he hasn’t forgotten that. But he allows himself to think that maybe she does like to hear him talk, so he continues. “But in the fantasy, maybe you pull your panties aside for me, let me press my fingers in so you can fuck yourself on them while you dance for me.”

And yeah, he’s blushing, but this is incredible.

[takecourage]

"You're filthy," she says, sounding utterly delighted. She rolls her hips, the sway of her tits brushing against his face before she straightens up.

She puts one foot up on the bench.

"You need to tip me if you want me to take anything else off..."

[haplesshairpile]

“I try,” he replies, grinning proudly. The soft skin of her tits brushes his cheek and he almost accuses her of teasing him, but that’s the whole point of a lap dance, he’s pretty sure.

“Shit, sorry.” He laughs as he lifts his hips to pull out the wad of bills from his back pocket, fumbling a little as he stares at her crotch. He wonders if she’d lie to him and tell him she was wet, if he asked.

It’s difficult, but he manages to turn his attention to the money in his hand. He got a lot of ones, because that’s what he’s always associated with strip clubs, but that would be insulting. Instead he plucks a twenty from the middle and wonders how he’s supposed to put it in her garter without touching her.

A slight brush is acceptable in this case, he figures, so he carefully tucks the bill into her garter and doesn’t let his hand linger, even though he really, really wants to.

And then, because he wants to show that he isn’t going to be stingy, he holds up another twenty in offering, mostly to see what she’ll do.

[takecourage]

Alex raises her eyebrow at the other twenty and then she puts her foot down and turns her back again, bending over as she starts to work the lace shorts down over the curve of her ass. She knows just how small the G-string she's wearing underneath is.

[haplesshairpile]

“Full disclosure, I only have two twenties,” he says with a chuckle. “The rest are fives and ones.”

Steve stares as the shorts come down, swallowing hard at the sight of her round ass. God, he wants to reach out and touch so badly. His hand crinkles the twenty and there’s a small part of him that wants to see how much he could get away with, but he ignores it. He’s not about to be that asshole at a strip club, and she told him he couldn’t, so he has to respect that. But god, he wants.

So he lifts his hand and plucks at the thin strap of her underwear at her hip, lifting it away from her skin just enough to tuck the twenty in without really touching her, and then pulls his hands away entirely.

[takecourage]

"I also take fives and ones," she says, grinning. "You might want to save some in case you want to go again later, though." She feels him pluck at her g-string, the note slide against her skin and she turns, covering her tits with her hands again, drawing his attention back up even as her hips are swaying, the g-string leaving very little to the imagination. "I need to do a mainstage set in a while."

[haplesshairpile]

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have some business to take care of after this,” Steve says with a laugh, not bothering to try and hide the bulge in his jeans.

He leans forward and tucks a five into the front of her tiny panties, trying not to think about how he could press down with his thumb to find her clit through the thin fabric.

“My self control will probably end the second you stop dancing.”

[takecourage]

Alex is getting used to that - having that effect on men and knowing that she'd made a choice to get them like that. How powerful it makes her feel.

"So what you're saying is that I shouldn't come looking for you for round two?"

[haplesshairpile]

Steve chuckles at that and shakes his head, smiling up at her. As fun as this is, it’s also incredibly frustrating. It’s a very good show, and a hell of a good time, but he really enjoys a more hands on approach, he thinks. And he’s not going to be the dumbass who gets hooked on a stripper.

“As hot as you are,” he assures her as his gaze lingers on her tits. “I do have to feed myself, so this will probably be more of a special occasion thing.”

[takecourage]

"I told you," she says, shimmying a little as the track ends. "I'm totally turning this cash back into drinks for you in a while, so...don't sweat it." She gives him a bright, sharp smile. "I need to go and change, but I'll see you later?"

[haplesshairpile]

Steve lifts his head to look at her curiously, because he hadn't really expected they were going out for drinks. He nods and sits up a little straighter, shifting his hips a little.

"I'll stick around then," he assures her, huffing out a laugh as he shrugs of the slight twinge of awkwardness. "Thanks for the dance."

[takecourage]

A little while later, Alex is weaving through the club again, but this time she's in street clothes with her hair pulled up onto the back of her head and her tips folded into her back pocket.

"Hey," she says. "Ready to go?"

[haplesshairpile]

The next time Alex approaches him she looks more like Alex his friend than Alex the stripper, and it makes it a little easier for Steve to flip some sort of switch in his mind and the tension he feels eases.

"Yeah, totally," he says with a smile, jerking his head toward the door. "Lead the way."

[takecourage]

Alex walks ahead of him through the club and out into the night air. She waits for him to fall into step with her. "There's a place I like not far from here," she says. "Have you managed to get yourself under control?"

[haplesshairpile]

"Yeah, I was able to talk myself down," he says with a laugh, striding ahead of her so that he can open the door for her. "Or at least delay myself for a little while."

It's cool out on the street and Steve appreciates the slight chill as he takes a deep breath. "Those guys in there are probably so jealous of me right now.

[takecourage]

"Gross, dude," says Alex, but she's grinning when she says it. She snorts. "Those guys in there didn't even register that you were walking out with the talent. The minute I put a hoodie on, it's like I'm invisible."