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He got to his bachelor party with his friends, putting up a mask that told his friends that he was happy because he didn't feel like being out, especially being at a strip club which he told his friends over and over he did not want to go to.
Him and Marian were supposed to be getting married in a week but he called it off. The pressure of the wedding being right around the corner got too much for him to handle and he knew deep down that Marian was not the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
It was all her idea to get married, anyway. They didn't even have a proposal story because she took him to a jewellers and started looking at engagement rings and then boom, she's planning a wedding days later.
He decided not to tell his friends so they could just enjoy themselves. If he had told them they would have been treading lightly around him and he would prefer it if they didn't because he is honestly fine.
"Are you ready for your bachelor party present?" Will asked, a smirk painted on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows.
Robin closed his eyes and sighed. Whatever it was it wasn't something good. "What is it?" he asked.
"A private experience with one of the strippers. You're welcome, mate!" Will grinned as all of his and Robin's other friends cheered and chanted.
"For god sake, Will, you didn't?!" Robin scolded his best friend, who didn't seem too much like his best friend at the minute.
"Yep! Now, you need to go over to the red velvet ropes and tell them your name and they'll show you to the room she is in," Will told him, pushing his friend in the direction of the ropes.
"No, no, no, no, no! I'm not having an experience with a stripper." Robin stood his ground, shaking his head.
"It's just for an hour. She won't do anything you don't want her to do. But if you don't go then I will." Will smirked and rubbed his hands together, he wouldn't pass the opportunity up.
Robin sighed and walked off into the direction off the ropes. He thought why not, he was single now and he hadn't been touched by a woman in four months because of Marian being away on business and then not wanting to have sex with him because she was always up late planning her wedding so she was exhausted all the time.
He was lead to one of the rooms and he sat down in the black leather chair in the centre of the room. The lights were dimmed except for one spotlight that shined above a pole in front of him.
Seductive music started playing and out walked a stunning raven haired beauty wearing nothing but a lace corset, lace underwear, a pair of suspenders and heels, all in red.
Robin licked his lips as he watched her grip the pole and then move around it swiftly like she had most likely done a hundred times before.
His eyes never moved away from her as she mesmerised him with her little dance moves and tricks she could do.
He gulped as he watched her kneel to the ground and crawl towards him, placing her hand on his knees and parting them when she reached him.
"I'm apple," she spoke, her voice soft and delicate like silk. "What would you like me to do?"
"I'm Robin," he told her. "And, uh, I'm not sure."
"How about I start off by giving you a lap dance," she said.
"If you're okay with that," he said, he didn't want her to feel like she had to do it to him, he would be happy just to have her sit down in a chair and do nothing if that's what she wanted.
She chuckled but then leaned in, her mouth going right by his ear. "I'm okay with doing anything to you," she whispered and then nipped his ear lobe.
Robin placed his hands of his knees and gripped them, his earlier thoughts of not wanting to be here disappeared as his desire for this woman grew, along with the bulge in his trousers.
"So what brings you here?" she asked, looking up at Robin through hooded eyes as she slowly slid the palm of her hands up his legs.
"Bachelor party," he replied, gulping when he felt her hands reach his thighs.
"Yours? Or a friends?"
"Mine, but I'm not getting married now, I called it off," he confessed, relieved to finally have that off his chest. The woman in red was a complete stranger to him so she wouldn't be able to judge his shitty last minute decision, that and because she was a stripper.
"What happened? Why did you call it off?" Regina rubbed his inner thighs as she asked.
Licking his dry lips Robin squirmed in his seat at how close her hands where to his crotch area. "I never wanted to marry her, it was all her idea, but I just went along with it because I thought I loved her."
"But you don't?" she questioned to which Robin shook his head. She then stood up and straddled him, taking hold of his hands and putting them to the back of the chair. "No touching," she told him in a seductive whisper and then got up from his lap and began her usually lap dance routine she did on her other customers. "So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm, uh . . . an . . . an architect, I mainly build in the woods. I, uh . . . I mean I build cabins in the woods," he answered as best as he could while watching the woman in red, completely mesmerised by her, but not because of what she was doing or what she was wearing, but because of her beauty. Her olive skin was flawless and her hair that was the colour of raven's feathers looked so silky and smooth he just wanted to run his fingers through it, and god her lips that were so plump and pouty covered in that dangerous red colour were tempting him.
"Locksley and Little?" Her question pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"My family has a cabin that was built by them. It's stunning from a distance when the sun is rising from behind it."
"I'm glad it was to your liking." He smiled at her and she smiled back but she was soon slightly shaking her head and getting back into focusing on her job. Cocking a leg over his so she could once again sit on his lap but this time with her back to his chest, she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her back. "Take off my corset," she ordered in a gentle whisper.
Robin's eyes bulge much like what was happen down below in his trousers which he was certain she felt. He couldn't believe what she asked him to do. Was she being serious?! "Ummm . . . excuse me?"
"Take off my corset," she repeated.
He blinked a couple of times before responding. "I thought you said no touching?"
"You're only touching my corset, not me."
Robin cleared his thought and breathed out deeply. "You really don't have to show me anything if you aren't comfortable," he told her, but he knew it was him who was uncomfortable, it didn't seem right what she was doing.
"I only do this when I am comfortable, and I am with you," she responded honestly. "Now, do it before I do it myself."
He nodded but he realised that she couldn't see him and gulped. He brought his other hand around and assisted his other one in taking her corset off. Once he had it undone he dropped it to the floor.
"That feels much better," Regina sighed and brought her hands up to massage her tits. She then wriggled her ass firmly against Robin.
"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth when she rubbed up against his covered hardening length. It had been quite a while since somebody who wasn't him had touched him there, and he can't remember being this desperate for somebody to just touch him.
"You like that?" she asked in a deep and lustful tone, grinding once again on him.
"Uh huh." Was all Robin could get out when she set up a slow rolling rhythm of her hips. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands to stop him from grabbing onto her waist and moving her at a faster pace.
His eyes shot open when he felt her stop and stand up but when he did his mouth went completely dry. Regina had turned around, giving him a view of those mouth watering tits of hers and then sat back down on his lap, held onto his biceps and continued to grind.
"Holy fuck," he choked out, watching her tits bounce with ever grind of hers hips and feeling the pressure being applied to his crotch area.
Regina smirked at him and then reached for one of his hands and placed it onto one of her tits. She knows the rule is that customers aren't supposed to touch because of a bunch of reasons why, but Robin's different, she just knows he is, and not just because of a feeling she has but because of the way he looked at her. Other men just see tits and an arse but she could tell he didn't. He was an utter gentleman from the way he had spoken to her tonight and she could tell it was genuine.
"W-what about . . . fuck . . . the no t-touching rule?" Robin's words stumbled out of his mouth, he was almost past the point of being able to think rationally.
"Just feel," she spoke the words in a hushed tone as she got closer to Robin, their chest inches apart from each other.
Robin nodded and just held the beautiful mound of flesh in his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
His hips thrusted upwards and before he knew it the words holy fuck were tumbling out of his mouth as he shot into his trousers.
"I hope you come and see me again soon," Regina whispered teasingly into his ear, her teeth nipping his ear lobe and then nipping a trail along his jaw.
She definitely didn't have to tell him twice.