So here is my first Stingerva novel-kinda-thing! Hope you all like it! Also, I've never been to a strip club so I don't know how to describe Minerva's "routine."

Please Review after you're done! Means a lot!

The way I see it, you can either love or be loved. Perhaps I had been loved by many ladies throughout my years. Hell, all I had to pick was one woman in the flood and they would happily marry me. But I didn't want a whore to be wearing the ring that I had stored in the depths of my cabinet for the last five years. I had always thought it would be enough to be loved. But maybe loving someone was beautiful in its own way. And in some fucked up, screwed up way, I fell in love with the woman I blackmailed and married. And funny thing is...I met her at strip club.

Sting ran down the busy streets of New York as he scrambled to get to work on time. Sure, it was his birthday but the CEO of Sabertooth was never late. Never once had he arrived to a meeting late. The blonde dashed into Central Park, somehow thinking he would get to his destination faster that way. Many tourists looked at him as if he was crazy but said nothing. Typical New Yorker, they may have thought though. Sting slipped in between two couples as he was almost halfway out of the park. Dammit, this was crazy and he only had ten more minutes dammit!

He began to run faster then felt jostled back almost immediately. "What the-" he was greeted with almost black eyes from the woman he had just bumped into. It was only a moment but he felt his pulse begin to quicken. The blonde stammered an apology as he side stepped past her, her long hair swaying as she nodded in acknowledgement. Sting parted his lips and watched as the woman walked past him. He glanced down at his watch and cursed loudly, causing parents with small children to glare at him intensely. He swiftly turned around to run and weaved his way out of the park.

The dark haired woman turned around slightly, smirking as the male made a fool of himself. Typical New Yorker.

The lights around the stage glowed, a light show of blue, purple, and white in the darkened room. Rufus, Orga, Rogue, and Sting had sat in the middle of the chaos that was a strip club. Rogue crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his best friend, "Stop looking around like this is a zoo. They're not animals interacting."

The blonde glared at him as he went back to ogling at the half naked females walking around the place. Rufus and Orga smirked, stuffing a few singles into the girls' cleavage when they sauntered up to them. The music wasn't exactly what he would have picked out but clearly the purple haired dominatrix in the corner clapping her ass for a scrubby older man seemed to love the tunes.

"Hey can I get three more beers?" Rufus asked a red head before she nodded with a smile.

Rogue glanced around and raised an eyebrow at Sting, "So you ready for you birthday present?"

"This isn't it?!" Sting cried, swinging his arms around a brunette's shoulders, she snuggled next to the blonde as he smirked widely.

"There's still more to come," Orga stated as he chugged the beer in his hand. It was Sting's birthday today, he was approximately 25 years old now. The blonde business man had been dragged out of his office by his best friends/co-workers the minute he stopped working. The brunette on Sting's side pressed her (obviously fake) breasts against his chest, making him smile mischievously. "Here she comes!" Rufus howled as the music started.

Sting's eyebrows raised when the music changed to an different rhythm. Not slow but not as fast as before, this time lyrics even joined in.

So baby turn it up,
Cause the speakers gotta boom.
And yeah, I like it rough,
Til' the walls are coming through.

A woman with an innocent white robe walked out. Her gaze passed right by Sting's and his breathing hitched, where had he seen that yielding gaze from? She was beautiful. So blindingly so. Her hands expertly tugged on the robe, discarding it onto the floor and kicking it to the side. Her large black stiletto heels created an additional beat to the music. She wore a tight blue and black lingerie set. The top was a silky blue but underneath was leather obsidian black that covered it most important parts. Her black hair tumbled down past her shoulders, it cascaded down past her shoulder blades as she raised her hand.

The woman grasped onto the pole, wrapping her legs around it slowly. She parted her lips and arched her back as she lifted her left leg and spinning around it. Her cool brack orbs caught Sting's and he gulped. The stripper swung around the pole, her hair tumbling down her shoulders wildly. Her blue top unclicked and she dropped it to the floor, along with the robe. Singles slid all over the stage as she spread her legs on the pole.

Only the tops of her breasts were visible as she grinded herself against the pole, shaking her ass to all those in the front row. Men reached out to stick their singles into her panties, watching as she leaned down. The blonde ran a hand through his hair as he watched her routine intently, a bead of sweat slipping down his temple. Rogue slid his gaze over to him and rose a surprised elbows pushed her cleavage further up as she wiggled her ass up in the air. The music faded out as soon as she leaned forward towards a blushing first timer.

Her lips pursed together in a subtle indecent action as the other male's trembling hand slid a good pair of five dollar bills in between her breasts. She moved back and pressed her hair over her shoulder, standing back up once again. Her hand scooped up her clothes and she went around, picking up all the money with a semi-satisfied grin. The birthday boy fell back onto the couch just as Rufus chuckled to himself. Lucky ass bastard, he thought coldly toward the man that was now ten shades too red.

Orga stood up and grabbed Sting by the arm, pulling him up, "C'mon birthday boy. Let's go get your present." The two males walked over to a set of curtain-booth-things (Sting didn't know what they were), Orga pushed Sting into an empty one. He opened the curtain and then pressed a few buttons on the far right wall. He sat in in a long couch as Orga disappeared past the curtains when he closed them. Footsteps were heard and Sting's eyes widened to double their size. In front of him was the same woman he had just seen shake her ass on the pole. Only, this time she wore white (almost bridal) lingerie. Her gaze locked with his and she asked, her voice melodious but distant.

"Are you Sting Eucliffe?" she asked, tilting her head in question.

"That's me," he stated and his smirk disappearing as she walked closer to him.

Her large bust pressed against his chest as she started to climb on top of him. "Happy birthday, Mr. Eucliffe," she whispered, her hand going to his shoulder and slipping her hair over her shoulder.

His eyes watched as she went behind her back, unclipping the silky white cover that only covered until her waist ended. She began to grin wickedly as his eyes widened. Her hips began to sway painfully slowly while worrying her bottom lip at the feel of the warmth of his body.

His hands snapped to her hips but she pulled them away, "Look. Don't touch."

"I can deal with that," he whispered as he dropped his arms to his side, gripping the edge of the booth lethally. Her ass grinded against him as he stood still and allowed this woman to be all over him. "So what's your name?" Sting asked, his lips nearing her neck.

The raven haired beauty slid off his tie and murmured, "$200 more if you want kisses." He felt his knees buckle as she ran her hands up and down his large arms. Her nails were painted a solid gold as she rubbed the outside of his thighs. What a tease she was indeed.

His large hand cupped her ass as he growled in approval, "I can deal with that, but you didn't answer my question." He began to kiss her neck, loving the feel of her soft skin against his lips. The female stifled a moan as he bit into her flesh wantingly.

"Yukino. Yukino Aguria," she muttered as he licked the bright pink bite mark he had made on her. To be honest, she wasn't really "allowed" to kiss the customer but hell he was the one kissing her. Surely it was different. Right? "Well, Yukino, you're a mighty fine woman," he complimented, glancing back up at her. This was a compliment she had received many times before and frankly, she didn't care what he thought she was.

All she was was a stripper that had more benefits than others. Afterall, this was a perfect job for girls with extreme daddy issues. Her father's disapproving look flashed through her vision before her lips were covered with his. She let out a surprised squeak as he parted her lips with his tongue. Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer as he slid his tongue against hers. Sting adored the taste of her and wanted more. So much more.

The female sucked on his bottom lip as his hand slid up her stomach and towards her breasts. Right when he was about to make contact, the buzzer on the wall sounded. "Oh. I forgot to do the strip tease," she commented to herself, a bit confused on how she could forget. His lips attacked her neck once more, "I'll pay $200 more for another half an hour."

"I have to go," she murmured as she shuddered against his kisses. Kissing him wasn't gross at all to her, it was almost...no, scratch that, it WAS extremely pleasurable. She slid out from under him and picked up her cover, wondering why the hell that was the only clothing on the floor. "Money?" she asked, holding her hand out. The blonde pulled out his wallet and gave her a $500, smirking at her shocked face. He almost laughed out loud when she whispered to herself, "So that's what a five hundred looks like..."

"Keep the change, love," he whispered before muffling her protests with another heated kiss. She opened her mouth and melted into him, proceeding to gulp down a moan. When he abruptly broke it, she stumbled on her large heels and scrambled out of the room. Sting tilted his head and watched the woman walk away. When he was sure she was out of reach, he leaned on the wall and groaned.

Minerva ran a hand into her hair as she let out an exasperated sigh, "What. The Fuck." The heat of his lips was still burning onto her like an inferno.

"What's with that face?" her friend, Yukino, asked from the backroom. Yukino wasn't a stripper, nor was she in the business, she merely drove Minerva to the strip club and back to their apartment. "Nothing. There was just some pervert in my last appointment," she muttered, irritated with herself to every end. The white haired girl nodded her head slowly, "Okay...Well, let's go."

"Sure," the female agreed before grabbing her bag and walking into her changing room.

The room that had in big letters...

MINERVA.

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