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.