A/N: Hello all! This is my first attempt at an Arrow fanfic, so I hope you like it! I would like to say that this is rated M for a reason. There's violence. There's sex. Hell, there's even strippers. I don't stick too close to the Arrow World, but Starling and Queen's Consolidated is in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of the characters in the amazing DC Universe.
Also, Meg is the stage name for a certain IT girl we all know and love. So without further ado...
Oliver never went to places like this. It didn't appeal to him anymore, yet when Tommy offered he couldn't refuse. Not after the day he had. No, tonight Oliver just wants to escape from his over-ambitious mother, nagging ex-girlfriends, and the irrational fears that haunt him at night. No, tonight he will let himself get lost in the lights, booze, heat, and naked women around him as their skin wraps around a pole, enticing desperate men to do desperate things in this desperate nightclub. Though, he can't judge. Tonight, he is one of those men.
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Meg would never get used to these nights. Backstage, other girls run around in their lingerie and lube their bodies with massage oils and glitter. She is simple. She prefers a simple braid to the big Jersey City curls, lace lingerie to the leather or studs, and rose massage oil that doesn't make her shimmer like a Twilight vampire. She doesn't really belong here, yet she borrowed money from the wrong man and this is where she landed: a man's world where she is just a piece of ass. And she always will be.
"Meg! You're on!" Danny shouts over the loud music and hooting customers, bringing her back to reality. With a deep breath she steps onstage, her eyes glued to the ground and not the hollering men. Breathe…she wraps her hand high on the pole, swaying her hips as the music changes from slamming bass to smooth beats that could be a Latin mix, but she doesn't care. She can feel the stage lights heating her pale skin as she slowly drops, the lace lingerie stretching with her curves, her bends, her waves, and twirls. The ribbon holding her braid slides loose and her auburn locks tumble everywhere. Finally, she looks up and spins around the pole, her long legs clutching it as her reality crumbles around her. With each breath, she becomes a creature she doesn't recognize; her humanity becomes trapped inside.
No one would know from the fierce gleam in her green eyes. No one would expect her to be in pain. She counts the bills onstage: thirty. At forty she is supposed to take off her bra. Why does she put herself through this? Thirty-eight, thirty-nine…forty; she spins away from the pole, running her hands over her body as a pout taints her lips. She watches the men drool with hatred in her eyes, yet seduction in her body. She slowly spreads her legs as she drops to her knees, flipping her hair to hide her shame. She crawls to the end of the stage among the bills and sits back on her heels, unclasping the scarlet bra. It peels away and the men go wild. Her mind blocks off as muscle memorization kicks in. She doesn't want to see the desire in their eyes; she doesn't want to see the lust and lewd movements they show towards her. She is only a toy to them, yet she doesn't want to see any of it.
A set of blue eyes keeps her from fully escaping. They do not stare with lust or superiority, but with curiosity. This fiery woman is something he cannot comprehend, and Oliver hates it. He has to understand the world around him; that is how he controls it. Surprisingly, he doesn't want to control her. He just wants to understand why a girl with such hatred could strip for the men in this club. A few minutes of gyrating and pole dancing, and Meg finally escapes the stage, wrapping a silk robe around her body to hide from Danny's eyes. Yes, he is her manager, but she doesn't want him to see more of her than he already has. She hates him more than anybody else in this blasted club, for he is the reason she is here. He brought her into this mad business. Danny walks up to her in the hall and grabs her waist, pulling her back against him.
"Great job, baby girl," he coos, squeezing her ass through lace and silk, "You made quite a bit of green out there, but I need more. So guess who is on the Date List tonight?" Meg spins to look at him and he grins wickedly, "That's right, baby, you are on that list!"
"You promised me I wouldn't have to do that again,"
"I lied," he growls as he drags her to her dressing room, "Now you are going to change into something sugary sweet and innocent, and I'll be back for you in five. Got that, cupcake?" With a furious mind and a clenched jaw, Meg nods. He gives her ass one final squeeze before storming out of the room. She bites back a scream; instead she turns to her wardrobe and pulls out baby blue lingerie, pairing it with a white lace garter belt and her auburn hair in pigtails. Can't get any more innocent than pigtails. She paints her eyelids with light blue sparkles, transforming her from the average girl she was to something better. For a "date" she needs to look better than she already does. She stares at herself in the mirror, wondering why she was here for the millionth time that night. Hopefully her day job will take her from this place. Forever.
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"You enjoying yourself, dude?" Tommy slurs, waving his beer at Oliver. Oliver just grins and shrugs.
"Yeah it's been good, but you are way drunk. We should head back," he says and Tommy laughs.
"Nah man, we haven't had the best of it yet. I want to buy a night with one of the girls,"
"Come again?"
"Yeah, the manager pimps out his dancers after every show. We should buy some girls. You know we can afford it!" Tommy gives him a cheeky grin and again Oliver finds himself agreeing with his friends' antics. Tommy drags his friend to the back hall where they follow other well-dressed men to a large back office. The men file in and minutes later, the dancers enter and kneel at the front of the room. The manager stands next to them in a cheap suit and thick hair gel.
"Welcome, gentleman! I am glad to see all of you here, and I am sure most of you know how this goes. You bid for the girl, and you have the night with them. Simple as that," Danny Moreno chimes before gesturing for the first girl to stand. Her short raven hair was spiked out to go along with the leather and fishnet theme of her costume. A man with a receding hairline and bushy moustache claims her for the night, and Danny moves on. Down the line he goes until the girl with auburn hair and hatred in her eyes stands up. She keeps her vision to the ground, not wanting to spur any of the men on. Very few bids are called out, and before Oliver knows what he is doing, he bids on the woman: 500 bucks for a night with her.
"Our baby doll goes to the gentleman in the back!" Danny shouts as if she was cattle and not a woman. She finally looks up and Oliver smirks at her. Her cheeks flush brightly before she looks back at the ground. The bidding continues until the last girl is bought and claimed for the evening.
"Alright, gentleman, there are individual rooms down the halls. Ladies, please take your gentleman to the rooms for their dates," Danny commands. Each girl struts towards their conquerors and soon Oliver is face to face with skeptical green eyes and a red-lipped smile.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Chapter Two is a LEMON, so if you have an aversion to that sort of thing. Just skip over it. All you need to know is Oliver and "Meg" bang, and they bang hard.