Hi everyone, a few people requested a part two of The Woman In Red one-shot so I decided to write it! I hope you all enjoy!

If you haven't read part 1 go and read the previous chapter :P

xoxo

"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 cock which was already half hard. "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 his cock did 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 grab his cock and pump it.

"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 now rock hard erection.

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 over her taut nipple.

His hips thrusted upwards and before he knew it the words holy fuck were tumbling out of his mouth and he came in 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.