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]

“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."