Yes, I am starting a new fic despite the fact my old one isn't finished (Dont' worry it will be!), which I know is a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself.
Anyway this is a bit darker and a lot dirtier than my other one, so be warned.
Enjoy!
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Derek Shepherd liked to enjoy the simple things in life; fresh air; nice food; good sex. However, since his marriage had crashed and burned, he'd had very little of the last one, which was a shame because it was his favourite of the three. It had been almost a year since he'd had any real sex, and standing over the toilet jacking off just wasn't going to cut it anymore. He needed sex.
It was a Thursday night, his night set-aside for strippers. Watching women take off their clothing wasn't nearly as satisfying as being able to do it for them, but as he felt Candy or Honey or whoever lean over him, their breasts in his face, it was pretty damn close. He wasn't a pervert, or a sex addict or anything like that; he looked upon it as charity work. These poor young women needed money, and he had more than enough to go around. It seemed only right that he give something back.
As he took his usual seat in the far corner of 'Bouncing Babes' he noticed a new dancer had been hired. She stood to the left of the stage, mere metres away from him, and appeared to be dressed as a schoolgirl. Maybe her slightly apprehensive expression was put on to match her looser plaits and knee high socks, but he couldn't help but think it was real. He watched as she continued to dance, she tossed her head and rolled her hips, her tiny skirt lifting up to reveal a pair of frilly white panties.
The lights grew dim as the song came to an end, and the girls dispersed off stage and into the audience. Derek caught the new girls eye and tilted his head, beckoning her over. She smiled at him through bubblegum pink lips and walked towards where he was sitting. As she approached, he saw the nervous spark reignite in her eye, and it made him feel awkward. He never felt like this with any of the more experienced dancers, but now he felt unsure of himself. There was something different about her.
"You're new." It was all he could think of to say. If it had been any of the other girls, he probably would have made a dirty remark, but it somehow didn't seem appropriate now.
"A regular, huh? Well I've been told to be extra good to the regulars." She placed a hand either side of him, on the arms of his chair and leant over to whisper in his ear "And believe me, I'm gonna be very good to you."
From this angle he could see right down her button up shirt. When she'd been on stage he'd noticed that her cleavage wasn't anywhere near as voluptuous as the other girls' and now he understood. Where all the other dancers wore push-up bras and basques, this one wore nothing. Nothing except a pair of sparkly heart shaped nipple tassels. And he loved it.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
Derek nodded, eagerly, his mouth dry. He pulled a few bills out of his pocket and she smiled, unbuttoning her belt of a skirt and letting it fall to the ground. He slipped the notes into the elastic of her panties, marvelling at the soft skin of her hips. She lowered herself onto his lap and began grinding against him in time to the music. He was as hard as a rock, and he was certainly glad the lights were dimmed so no one could see how aroused he was. He pulled another handful of notes out of his pocket, finding it difficult because his pants were so tight.
This time, for each note he slipped into her waistband, she undid another button on her shirt, until it was completely undone and he was able to push it off her shoulders. Now she was practically dry fucking him in nothing by her socks, panties and those delectable breast ornaments. In that moment he was sure he'd never been happier.
He raised a hand and traced around the heart-shape on her left breast, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. She leaned in towards him and he smelt a hint of something flowery, coming from her, shocking innocent smelling.
"Management say there are certain things we're not allowed to show." She demonstrated, touching the sequins that hid her nipples, and brushing a hand across the front of her panties. "But I say, why cover up any more of the merchandise that you have to? That's why I love this things." She gestured towards the tassels "I've got loads of them. I've even got some edible ones."
Derek groaned at this admission, imagining eating candy from her soft breasts. He reached into a pocket to pull out some more bills, only to find it empty. He fished his wallet out of his other pocket and opened it. She dipped her fingers inside and fiddled with a fifty.
"You give me that, I'll let you put it anywhere you like."
He grabbed it eagerly, not willing to pass up such an opportunity. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he guided his hand right into the front of her panties. He pushed the noted round until it sat right in the crotch of her panties, then, twisting his hand round, he stroked her wetness. She was as aroused as he was. He dragged his hand out again, feeling his way up her pussy.
"No hair." He commented.
"Makes the sex better." She replied.
He loved it, Addison always preferred to go au natural, insisting God put hair there for a reason. It was like fucking a gorilla.
The song ended and the girl planted a kiss on his cheek and clambered off his lap. He was definitely coming back before next Thursday.