A/N: My dear readers. I've decided to put the one-shots all in one collection called 'Between Trust and Confessions'. This way I don't always have to create a new Story, but can upload a new chapter instead.

The first chapter contains the story: Candy for the Devil

This little short story here came up into my mind at the upcoming episode name "Candy Morningstar". And now it will finally be posted. It is the only possible scenario for me following the line: "Lucifer comes home from Vegas with a stripper at his side". Or maybe it's just the shipper in me that can depict Lucifer with no other than just one person at his side ;)

It is rated M for mild language and sexual references, nothing too big, but please be aware of it.

This story is beta-read by Daemon. You're awesome! As always :D

Enjoy!

"Candy!" Sam the guard aka protector of the girls called loudly into the backstage area.

Dull clicking noises resounded from the ground as she walked with her high heels towards him, expectantly asking, "Yeah?"

"See the suit sitting at the pole podium over there?" he asked and nodded with his head into the direction.

Chloe followed his gaze, her facial expression almost froze when she spotted him. 'He can't be serious!' she thought, and turned her head back to Sam, asking him nonchalantly, "What is with him?"

"He wants you to dance for him," Sam simply answered.

"I'm having my break now," she denied with a bored voice. "Send Sugar over."

Sam shook his head. "He paid the double price and asked specifically for you."

"So?" she retorted, annoyed.

"The boss wants you to go," he clarified, playing out his trump card.

She glared at him, narrowing her eyes, and let out a low growl. "Whatever!" she replied and made her way over to the stairs.

"Good girl!" Sam praised her, sending a warm smile after her.

Chloe skilfully walked up the five stairs and onto the platform. Her stiletto heels announced each one of her steps with a loud clack as she strode along the catwalk, heading to the right end of its T-shaped form.

Her work clothes consisted of a very thin black bra that let her skin shine through, and only the black gems, placed in the right places, kept her nipples from being exposed to all too prying eyes. The matching black panties over her black fishnet tights had at least a reinforced silk element to cover her private parts. Her lascivious look made all male eyes turn towards her the further she went to the end of the platform. At least this outfit had earned her plenty of tips, not that she needed them.

She grabbed the pole stick with one hand and turned around with a spinning motion, bringing the long metal to her back. "So, mister," she started and slowly squatted down to give him a show. Both her bent legs were stretched to each side as she reached the lowest point, just above her heels.

"Morningstar," Lucifer finished with a singsong tone. His dark eyes stared at her, up and down, and he had trouble not to focus his eyes too long on the deep insight that her appearance offered him. His right arm still spread over the back of the chair next to him, he grabbed the knot on his tie with his free hand, loosening it a little, and ran his tongue over his lower lip.

Chloe placed her knees on the cool platform and crawled towards him like a cat, her back curved inward to its end, presenting her chest and behind as the most protruding peaks of her body as she leant further towards him and asked in a breathy voice, "What do you want?"

Lucifer swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. What he wanted right now was to play with her through the various scenarios his mind had painted for him when he saw her approaching him. And he wished he had her in those clothes right in his bedroom. But that wasn't the reason he was here for. He got himself into an upright sitting position and leered at her, answering, "A private lap dance from you." His tongue unwittingly poked against the lower part of his cheek, making it visible from the outside and very clear what he really desired.

"Forget it!" Chloe countered, grinning cockily, but her eyes looked daggers at him.

He chuckled lightly, opened his jacket and reached in with his other hand, retrieving a large bundle of banknotes, and tossed it onto the platform, directly underneath her.

She glanced down at it and growled quietly. This money was more than she earned in six months, in her real job. Raising her head again, she stared at him for a second longer, narrowing her eyes, before a big fake smile settled down on her lips. She elegantly rolled off the platform, grabbing the bundle in the process. Turning halfway around, she grabbed him by his tie and dragged him along for a few steps. She let go again when she heard him follow like a good little devil and made her way over to Sam.

She tossed the money on the counter and went to the private cabins, grabbed the bead curtain of the first room and gestured him to go in first.

Lucifer reached back into his inside pocket, pulled out another bundle of notes, and held it up, commenting nonchalantly, "I'd prefer a more private cabin, such as the one at the end of the hall."

Chloe only looked past him, over to Sam and rolled her eyes in annoyance. When she saw his nod, she let go of the curtain and went to the end of the hall.

The money was grasped from Lucifer's hand, and he quickly followed his partner to the last cubicle directly opposite the entrance, his eyes fixed on her two butt cheeks bobbing up and down with every step. She held the curtain open again, and when he'd passed her, she quickly let go, grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him backwards into a chair.

She leaned forward, bringing her face as close to his ear as possible without attracting the attention of Sam's watching eyes outside and hissed at him under her breath, "What the hell are you doing here?" She grabbed his tie, loosened it completely and pulled it off of his neck as she straightened herself again, throwing the fabric behind her.

"Getting a lap dance?" Lucifer answered insecurely, his voice turning higher at the end.

Chloe growled at him again, angry. He knew exactly what she'd meant. "You're risking my cover!" she countered in a hushed voice and started her show by moving her hip from side to side in front of him. A little louder, she told him, "Keep your hands at your sides. If I feel just one finger of yours on my body, I'll cut it off." Seeing his smug grin and agreeing nod, she walked around him, bringing herself out of his sight, before she put her heel on the chair, right between his legs.

Lucifer skidded back a little to bringing more space between his crown jewels and her very thin and very dangerous-looking heel before relaxing again and turning his head to her bent knee, admiring the perfect shape a little bit while she moved her upper body closer to his head. Both her hands ran down his chest on each side of his neck, and he felt the fabric of her bra with the hard gemstones brushing against his ear. He looked up and straight into her sea-blue eyes as he informed her, "You are already at risk."

She hid her bewilderment under a well-trained salacious gaze and moved her head down, licked the outer side of his ear and whispered, "What do you mean?" She stepped back, walked around him and stopped between his legs. With her back presented to him, she supported herself on his thighs and, wiggling her bottom, crouched down in front of him. When she got up again, she slowly glided up on him until her butt was right above his groin. She pressed herself firmly into him, dropped her head back, and moved her butt from side to side.

Lucifer grabbed the hind legs of the chair to prevent himself from reaching forward and burying his fingers in the flesh of her breasts, which he saw protruding from his angle. He clenched his teeth, swallowed the groan that threatened to leave his mouth, and took a deep breath to get himself under control. Her body, pressed against his own, was almost too much for him to handle. He leant his head closer to hers and whispered, "Your lieutenant sends me." Her arms moved up and clasped his neck and he felt her fingertips grabbing his collar while she continued rubbing her body against his. Soft moans escaped her mouth, making clear that she knew exactly what her job was. And he realised she was damn good at it. He swallowed again, taking another deep breath, and then used all his self-control as he continued, "They've been trying to reach you for several days now. Someone got a tip. You're no longer safe here. They sent me to get you out."

Chloe straightened up, her behind neatly nestled into his lap. She reached back with both hands, opened the clip of her bra and took it off. She looked back at him, grinning evilly, and rubbed the little piece over his face a few times. Then she tossed it into one of the corners of the room, as well. Covering her breasts with her hands, she stood up, turned around to him, and then squatted down a little until her chest was above his thighs. She laid her hands on his legs, bent forward, and slowly moved back up again, making sure that the hard nipples of her breasts led a path from his lap across his chest.

Beneath his shirt, Lucifer felt her little peaks brush against his skin, and the contact made his nerves wildly fire shock waves through his body. As she stood above him, her chest too close to his face to resist, he leapt forward and clutched one of her breasts with his mouth, teasingly biting her into the hard tip.

"Hey!" Chloe cried out, backed away, and slapped him in the face. "Candy!" she heard Sam's punitive voice calling her from outside, and she quickly turned her head, glaring at the guard, before she turned her attention back to the man in front of her, and threw a deprecating stare at him.

"Sorry, couldn't hold that one back," Lucifer bluffed it out and grinned cheekily. "But you didn't say anything about my mouth," he defended himself and his grin widened. He heard her soft growl again and chuckled lightly.

Chloe narrowed her eyes. 'So you wanna play,' she thought, and lifted her leg, placing her heel back down next to him, pressing her knee into his side as she bent forward again. His face was right in between her breasts and she ran her fingers through his hair, slightly pulling at it. He tilted his head back and, with that, looked straight into her eyes again. Their faces were only a few inches apart from each other and she decreased the gap, licking her lips before they turned into a wicked grin. Suddenly, she grabbed his hair on the back of his head and pulled it violently, making him cry out in pain. "Sorry, couldn't hold that one back."

Lucifer chuckled loudly and praised her, "Well-played." Her fingers ran further through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp, and he purred with pleasure, closing his eyes to relish the treatment to the fullest. He felt her left leg moving down and the back of her thigh pressed against his own as she placed it on the floor. Then she climbed over his other leg with hers and sat back on his lap. He opened his eyes, feeling her fingers moving out of his hair, and lowered his head again, looking at her.

"How do you plan to get me out?" she asked, continuing their conversation from earlier, and bent her upper body back. She wrapped her legs around his thighs to give herself the necessary support as her upper body bent further back, almost in a horizontal position, before she pulled herself back up, using only the muscles of her tummy. She moved her hip, rubbing a little more against his groin some more before she repeated her swing.

Lucifer grinned smugly at her, watching her bending back again as he announced, "As my wife!"

"What?" Chloe shrieked surprised, her eyes wide open, but she still managed to keep her voice in check. The surprise, however, made her concentration falter. She slipped off her support and expected her back to hit the hard concrete any second when she suddenly felt Lucifer's hands around her, intercepting her fall and pulling her back into his lap. She heard the heavy footsteps of Sam's boots approaching and quickly stood up from Lucifer's lap. As she looked over at the entrance, she signalled her co-worker that everything was all right and sighed with relief as he returned to his observation post.

Chloe turned around and sat back down on him with her back resting against his chest. Her face was close to his, and she started rocking her hip again from side to side, firmly pressing her butt into his groin. "My boss pays me a bonus for every erection of my customers, so you better: Get. Yours. Up," she told him demandingly and moved her arms back up and around his neck.

"Nothing easier than that," Lucifer responded in a hushed voice, grinning smugly at her, and suddenly Chloe felt very clearly poking into her back what she'd gotten a sneak peek of a year ago.

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Lucifer and Chloe made their way through the little chapel, stopping in front of a pastor in an Elvis costume.

"What can I do for you?" the elderly man asked friendly.

Lucifer smiled at him and purred, "We'd like to get married."

A/N: The end. I hope you liked it. Please leave a comment and let me know :D

Have a nice day!

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