A/N:
Hello lovelies,
Those of you who're reading my other Naomily fic Take Me or Leave Me already knew this was coming. It's a new AU fic of mine that's completely different from the other fic (well obviously since this one's AU and the other is not). Anyway, it's inspired a bit by another fanfic called "Electric Feel" by foolishgames. After I read it I just started dreaming about Emily as a stripper... (I don't have a dirty mind, just a sexy imagination) and this is was the result. What's the story about you ask? We'll think Skins meets Pretty Woman meets Moulin Rouge - that's what I'm going for anyway.
I really want to write on both stories, so I was thinking I'd update each every second week... though knowing me there won't be any guarantees unfortunately... But ill try my best.
Enjoy,
RS xx
An Unending Night
Chapter One – Reeling You In
"A strip club. A fucking strip club, Cook?" I asked half laughing at his unsurprising choice of entertainment for the night, "How original."
We were standing in line outside a strip club looking up at a pink and red flashing neon sign that read Temptations followed by a smaller sign right below it that read Gentlemen's club.
"Oi! I had to pull a lot of strings to get us in here, Naomikins." Cook said, "It wasn't easy to get us all access I'll tell you that babe."
I'll bet, I thought to myself. The club was more than just a normal strip club; everyone knew that and you had to be a member to get in. It had a reputation of offering more than just erotic dances for the imagination, more than the simple illusion of getting with a stripper – as long as you could pay up that is. It disgusted me.
"I owe a fuck load of people a lot of fucking favors now, but nothing's too good for our little Gay-J." Cook said grinning as he grabbed a hold of JJ and ruffled his hair playfully.
"Actually if I may, Cook." JJ began as he tried getting lose from Cook's grip, "The very fact that you, as my best man, brought us here for my so-called s-stag night before Lara and I are coming together in H-Holy Matrimony should supply you with sufficient enough evidence that I am in fact not homosexual."
Apart from the two of them, Cook had invited two of his other friends when he found out that apart from himself, JJ didn't really have any other guy mates. Apparently Effy and I weren't good enough on a 'stag night', but we'd insisted on coming along anyway for JJ. If I'd known this was the place we'd end up I might've reconsidered.
"It's not too late to turn around you know," Effy said, sensing my unease, "There's a male strip club round the corner if that's what tickles your fancy."
"Oh sod off, Eff!" I said as I lightly pushed her shoulder, "Don't you find it even the least bit appalling though, what's going on in there?"
"Not really," Effy shrugged, "None of my business what people decide to do with their bodies."
"Even if it's not willingly?" I protested.
"How do you know it's not? Just because you don't understand it or find it appalling doesn't mean they do." She said indifferently.
It didn't exactly change my mind about the place or what it stood for. Even if they did do it willingly, it still wasn't right in my book. It did however make me shut up and suck it up as we reached the front of the line.
Red, pink and purple lights met us when we entered the club and the music was blasting away. It was obvious that it was an exclusive club. The floor was black and matched most of the tables and seats in the club in front of the main scene. Booths were lined up along the sides of the wall with classic red seats and a black table in the middle, which of course came with a fucking strip pole for private table dancing. Charming.
As our, shall we say, lightly clothed hostess led us to one of these charming booths, I really started regretting coming along and I also wondered how the hell Cook had gotten us in there in the first place. I knew he must've used most, if not all, of the money I gave him to organize JJ's stag night, but apparently one of the mates he'd dragged along knew one of the bartenders or something, which, partly, was the reason why he was with us tonight.
I believe his name was Damien, but I hadn't exactly made an effort to try and remember his name or get to know him after he tried and failed to pull both Effy and I not even an hour after meeting us. The guy was like Cook in many ways, and with his dark brown hair and grey eyes he wasn't exactly bad looking, but he was missing the boyish charm and playful mood that made it possible for Cook to get away with hitting on everything in sight. From what I'd heard he wasn't exactly respectful to women either, which Cook had always been. The thought made me think of a time in college when I'd been mere moments from sleeping with my best friend, but when I told him it wasn't a goer, that was it. No hard feelings.
When we had ordered our drinks it was time to order a dancer for the table. The guys were bundled together in one side of the booth looking through a book of pictures of the available strippers, discussing whether they should go with the one with the huge tits or the one with the great arse. It was fucking disgusting and I didn't try to hide how I felt about it.
"Would you just bloody pick one already and stop acting like you're picking a meal from a fucking menu card? They're people for fuck's sake, despite their choice of profession." I said harshly.
"Keep your vagina on, blondie," Cook said amused, as he momentarily looked up from the book and tried handing it to me, "Since you're the one who's actually paying for this, take a look, babe, see what fancies you."
I sat back in the seat and crossed my arms defensively, "No fucking thanks."
I couldn't believe my money was being used at a place like this. Granted most of the money I had I'd more or less gotten from my late granddad I never actually got to meet, but I'm sure he wouldn't exactly be pleased if he knew what his grandchild was using them on.
"Suit yourself," Cook said with a wink, as he and the guys went back to drooling over the choice of strippers.
I continued to sit in my defensive stance as I dared to really look around the club for the first time. It surprised me that the girls were actually wearing more clothes than I'd expected. I guess since I hadn't actually been to a strip club before I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. And it wasn't that the girls there weren't… good looking. They just weren't what I'd call beautiful or gorgeous. And I guess it was just a matter of taste really, but I didn't find any of those girls remotely sexy.
I found that I had to take that statement back a moment later when a smaller figure standing at the bar caught my eye. She was by far the smallest of the girls in the club, even with the 7-inch black heels she was wearing. I trailed my eyes slowly up her clearly athletic legs to the short denim skirt that covered her perfectly shaped arse and further up yet past her perfectly toned bare stomach. As my eyes came to rest on her chest, which was covered by a cropped black leather top, I started biting my lower lip slightly and couldn't deny that I definitely liked what I was seeing.
What made me catch my breath though, was her face. She had a very elegant bone structure and her perfectly shaped lips were slightly parted and I had to admit that they looked incredibly kissable. As opposed to the other girls in the club she had a very prominent red hair color that matched the seats we were sitting on. Her hair was tousled a bit and some of it fell across her face making her eyes look even more smoldering than they already were. The look in them was undeniably sexy as fuck and combined with the slight smirk now showing on her lips, I felt a sudden wetness and heat between my legs that I hadn't ever experienced by a simple look. That was also when I first realized that she'd turned around as I'd perved my way up her body and that she was looking right at me, likely having felt my eyes on her.
I was only able to drag my eyes away from her gaze when Effy asked amused, "See something you like?"
I didn't bother answering her. I simply rolled my eyes, crossed my arms again (and my legs) and willed myself not to look back at the girl with the smoldering look, earning me a low chuckle from Effy.
As the guys turned the next page they seemed to have finally found the poor girl who'd have to entertain them for the night as they all let out an appreciative whistle. It made me roll my eyes again.
"I think it's safe to say that we've found a fucking winner, innit lads?" Cook said chuffed as he beckoned our hostess over and ordered the girl.
"Nice choice, I'll send her right over," She said as she took the book from Cook and added with a wink, "You're lucky she's available. She's one of our most popular girls."
When she left our table to get the girl, the guys started acting like fucking kids on Christmas Eve. Cook noticed my sour look and shot me a grin.
"Don't worry, Naomikins," He said grinning, "I know you're gonna fancy the shit out of this one."
I scoffed at that. I sincerely doubted I was going to 'fancy the shit out of her' since strippers didn't exactly seem to do it for me. Okay, apart from that one redhead at the bar, but I was pretty sure that she was one of kind in this dump and that there wasn't a girl in here that could compare to her... Except, of course, that very same girl up close.
I'd turned around to face the figure that had approached the table and was immediately met by chocolate brown eyes and a sexy look that made me catch my breath and had my heart beating a million times a minute.
"Evening sexy," the redhead said smirking in a suggestive husky voice that made the wetness between my legs return immediately, "Give me a hand?"
She was obviously looking at me, but it was Cook who answered, which was just as well since I couldn't seem to find my voice.
"I'll give you more than a hand babe, if you'll let me," Cook said and I could just imagine him giving the redhead a suggestive wiggle with his eyebrows, but I couldn't turn my head to look at him. I couldn't look away from her.
"Cook," Effy said amused, "I don't think she was talking to you."
The redhead was still looking at me. She raised one eyebrow suggestively, as if she was challenging me, and that's when I realized she'd been talking to me.
I looked away from her quickly, blushing, "I…" I started not recognizing my own voice and cleared my throat, "Yeah. Um, sure."
I held out a shaking hand to help her up on the table. The moment our hands touched I looked up at her again in shock as tiny electrical shocks travelled up and down my veins from every point her hand touched mine: my fingers, my wrist, the palm of my hand - her touch was burning me in a way I couldn't describe. For a moment her smirk faltered, and I thought I saw her shiver slightly, but just as quickly the sexy smirk was back in place. She grabbed a hold of the stripper pole with the other hand, put her heel on the edge of the seat, where I was sitting, and pulled herself up on the table. I swallowed audibly as her bare leg was inches away from me before she was standing on the table with both legs. She let go of my hand and looked down at me, "Thanks hun," she said as she winked at me and turned her attention to the guys.
"So, before we begin there's a few rules I'm obliged to let you know about," she began as she started walking around the table with one hand on the pole, "Firstly, no touching." At that she slid slightly down the pole and smirked at Cook, "If you wanna touch, you buy a private dance and from there you can add on." She slid effortlessly up the pole again and started walking around as she had before, "Secondly, if you're not pleased with the entertainment -"
I unintentionally interrupted her when I let out a rather loud scoff at someone not being pleased with the fucking goddess that was standing in front of us. Everyone looked over at me, including the redhead. Effy was clearly amused as fuck, and Cook was grinning and giving me suggestive looks. The redhead was also looking amused at me, but for once she wasn't smirking at me, but simply smiling almost appreciative. I looked away blushing. Again.
"As I was saying," she continued after a moment, "In the unlikely event that you should not be pleased with the entertainment, please refrain from throwing, yelling or anything like that. Simply say so and we'll find you another dancer. There are lots of great dancers in here and something for every taste."
She walked around the pole again until she came to stand in front of me. I didn't look up at her, but simply kept my eyes on her black heels.
"Thirdly, and most importantly," she said, as she slid all the way down the pole until she was sitting on her slightly parted knees and leaned towards me. She was still holding on to the poll with one hand and with the other she lifted my chin, forcing me to look into her gorgeous eyes that held a sexy and playful look in them, "If you do however like the entertainment, please tip your dancer as any tip are deeply appreciated."
She winked at me before she effortlessly pulled herself back up the pole again. I had to admit, I was impressed by how easy she made it look.
A moment later she started dancing to the music and I was as captivated as the rest of the table. I tried to look away, I really did. I didn't want to be one of those wankers who went to strip clubs, objectified and fantasized about the girls, but I just couldn't look away from her. She was mesmerizing.
It was obvious she had experience with dancing – and not just from a strip club. The way she moved her body, the look in her eyes… It made my heart beat frantically, the feeling between my legs intensified every second and I was pretty sure my jaw was lying on the table, which was verified a second later when Effy leaned over and closed my mouth.
"She's rather flexible, isn't she?" She asked amused, clearly enjoying my reaction to the redhead.
"Effy…" I said slowly, not looking away from the girl dancing on the table, "Shut the fuck up."
She did as I asked and leaned back chuckling, but I could still feel her eyes on me.
After about 15 minutes the guys were starting to get louder and friskier as they'd gotten more to drink. Damien especially was getting on my nerves as he'd started talking suggestive shit to the redhead. Since he'd been a big part of getting us into the club in the first place, the others didn't really say anything, but I could tell it made Cook uncomfortable.
"How about the two of us get out of here, luv? I can tell you want to." Damien said sleazily, and I was just about to tell him to go fuck himself when Effy beat me to it.
"Trust me, she wouldn't want to do you even if you paid her." She said, clearly losing her patience with him just as I was, "So do us all a favor and shut the fuck up or go fuck yourself, yeah?"
I looked over at Effy, silently thanking her, and she gave me a nod back, sort of as if she'd done it for me.
Damien wasn't fazed by what Effy had said though, "Don't be jealous, Eff, you had your chance." He said as he leaned towards the redhead and was just about to run his hand up her leg when she pushed him back with her heel, "Naughty naughty," she said, still keeping up her professional façade, though she looked a bit more apprehensive, "Rule number one, no touching."
She was about to put her foot back on the table when Damien grabbed a hold of it, almost making her fall, and ran a hand up the inside of her leg.
I would've liked to see how she would've handled that, since I figured that was something that happened on a regular basis, but I never got the chance before I'd reacted myself.
I leaned over Effy fast enough to startle even her, grabbed a hold of his shirt, making him let go of the girl, and slammed him hard back into the seat, "You fucking touch her again and I will end you, got it?" I said through gritted teeth.
A moment passed where I just looked at him with disdain and he looked at me slightly amused, but tense, until I felt everyone's eyes on me. I looked up at Effy first, who just looked at me knowingly as she tended to do. JJ looked frightened and Cook looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or to haul me off of Damian. The redhead finally seemed to have lost some of her professionalism when Damian had grabbed her. She looked a bit anxious, maybe even a bit frightened though she hid it well, but otherwise she just looked curiously at me.
I let go of Damien, realizing that though the prick deserved it I'd probably been slightly out of line, acting like a freaking jealous girlfriend. I sat back slowly, cleared my throat and said evenly, "If you want to do more than just watch, pay the fuck up."
A slightly confused look replaced the redhead's curious one. I didn't really know why I said that, maybe I just didn't want to come across as being interested in the stripper when I had in fact been bitching about the place all night. However, I did know that for some reason the thought of Damien buying a private dance with the girl in front of me made my blood boil.
"Actually," Damien started, looking at me challenging as he reached for his wallet, "I think I just might."
He looked up at the redhead, curving his lips in an amused way and looked at her with a shady glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up at her and I could practically see the anxiousness growing, the fear starting to show. She looked over at me quickly, and for a second it was like she was almost pleading me to do something, but she quickly looked away again and it was gone before I could be sure. It was enough though.
"The hell you are," I told Damien harshly, not caring about the questioning glances it got me.
"Excuse me?" Damien said laughing, still clearly challenging me with his eyes, "Unless someone else is gonna do it, I'm gonna have my fun."
The way he said fun and looked up at the redhead almost made me want to punch him in his fucking face right there. Either way he had me trapped. I could either buy the private dance myself or let him do it.
"Fine," I said coldly and looked up at the redhead in front of me, "I'd like to buy a private dance."
A/N: I'd like to buy a private dance too... ? Anyway, tell me what you guys think and whether or not you're interested in me continuing this story?
Laters darlings,
RS xx
