Yeah, don't own the rights to Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest 's a fucking awesome song though.

Kat

-Mello-

Matt stopped at the curb and I stepped out going to the back entrance. Oh how I wish it was my night to bartend. I could slip on my leathers and be fine. With a shiver from the cold air I hung my coat next to my mirror. Oh if only my parents saw me now. My father's eyes and my mother's hair, stared back from the mirror. I scrubbed my hands over my face, saying a quick prayer as I was told to go on deck. Forgive me Lord, I don't want to do it. I groaned as I heard the song. I don't know what was worse, the routine that went with it or the fact it was given to me because I looked the most feminine.

She wraps her hands around that poll she licks those lips and off we go, she takes it off nice and slow 'cause that's porn star dancing.

I walked out in the black leather mini-dress that was assigned for this song, as confident in the strappy stilettos as my own boots. I've done this job way to long. I mechanically went through the motions, "flirting" with the other dancers on the stage. Luck bastards still got to dress as men.

She drops that dress around her legs she don't play nice she makes me beg as I'm sitting right by the stage 'cause that's porn star dancing.

I heard a loud whistle, right by the stage causing me to jump out of my fog, because I heard a familiar chuckle follow it. No, he didn't…. Glancing down I saw him. Matt. Fucker had stayed. Fine, he wants a show…. I slid down the pole hand above my head dropping to my knees. I crawled over to him. He grinned kissing me slipping a twenty in the garter on my thigh. God he is such a bastard. I bit his lip, before pulling away and turning around. I could feel his laugh as he unzipped the dress. Ok, so this wasn't part of the act, but whatever. As I stood the dress slipped off my shoulders and down my body pooling at my feet, leaving me in the skimpy undergarments they make me wear. I could feel him staring at my ass as I stalked back to the pole. The rest of the dance my eyes never left his. His grinning like an idiot and cheering for me made it not so bad. Not if he enjoyed it. As the song ended I went to the back. I continued to watch Matt from backstage though. He never gave up his stage-side table, but he was playing one his PSP. I laughed blushing.

"Mello, what is it babe?" One of the female strippers, everyone called her Candy, who had become a mother figure of sorts came up looking over my shoulder.

"Why is he here if he's playing a game…" She then noticed the mark on my neck. "Oh, so he's yours." She grinned. I looked away.

"Don't start Candy, please." Laughing she hugged me tightly.

"My little Mello is growing up." The other women, and a few of the men laughed.

Always, without fail, Matt would look up and watch me when I came onstage, game coming back out when I was done. On the last dance of the night some woman yelled she would give me one hundred to take it all off. She was screaming waving the bill. Hen party. Matt was sitting next to them.

"Look but don't touch. He's taken, isn't that right baby?" He grinned and winked. Thank you, thank you for letting him be supportive. I walked over bending down to kiss him.

"An extra two if he gets in on it!" I nearly choked. Three hundred in tips? I raised an eyebrow at Matt. He teased me pressing close.

"Sorry ladies, I'm no stripper, but come see us after the show. We might can arrange something." He licked my neck and I moaned.

The owner looked like he couldn't decide if he needed to chase Matt off or thank him, people were crowded around watching what Matt would do to my all too willing body next.

"So, Mello, you never answered these ladies." He palmed me, and I could feel my cock stirring to life.

"I-I guess…" I groaned as Matt kissed and bit my shoulder. The manager stopped before it went any further. Smirking Matt kissed me again.

"I'll be in the car."

He was going to kill me.

….But not before I jumped him.