April works as a stripper(because she needs money for her studies) and Jackson is at his friend's bachelor party.

He doesn't know if it's the hair, the incredibly tiny shorts (and the legs beneath them) or the way her bra is pushing her breasts up, but he's fascinated by her.

She doesn't have the usual, general look of a strip club employee. Pale skin, red hair, innocent vibe about her. She looks sort of lost, like she's not entirely sure why she was there, on that stage, shaking what God gave her and what Daddy told her not to use to her advantage.

There are a few older guys watching her every move and he can see, feel, the discomfort on her face, clearly uneasy with their eyes on her ass.

He's not a pervert, far from it, he's just a regular twenty-five year old with a steady job and a best friend who wanted his bachelor party to be held at a strip club to celebrate his limited freedom. He'd agreed (of course), and organized the thing. What guy wouldn't?

He might not be a pervert by any means, but he's not immune to the female form. To the way she flicks her hair about, grabbing the pole like her life depended on it, and moves her ass up and down to the music.

When her half-naked blonde friend (he assumes they're friendly because she was giggling with her earlier) comes toward the bachelor and straddles his lap, he shakes his head with a grin when his friend cheers, holding his beer up proudly.

And then she, the flaming redhead with the unsure expression, throws her head back, a hand letting go of that shiny pole and she locks her gaze with his, caramel eyes meeting his green ones. She stands back up straight and takes a deep breath with a lick of the lips as she steps down from the small box. Hands by her sides, she slowly (it's not actually that slow, it just feels like it) makes her way over to his table, stopping in front of him and producing a faint smile.

"Hi." He speaks, voice low and eyes glued to hers. He ignores his friend's brother tapping him on the back with a whistle.

The young woman chews on her bottom lip with a small smile and holds her hand out (ignoring her slight shakes).

"Woo! Avery!" His bachelor friend, Alex, calls proudly when he stands up and takes her hand as she leads him away.

Jackson rolls his eyes at the guy and curses himself when he can't focus on anything besides her ass in those incredibly tiny shorts. She leads him away into a secluded room, pulls the curtains shut behind them and pushes him down onto a padded chair.

Her hands grasp his shoulders and she leans down to him, "Feel me up."

"What?" He's confused to say the least.

"Look, I get paid by my boss every time I do this, and this is my first time, but you seem alright and I just- I need you to feel me up." She tells him quietly, breath close to his as she climbs onto his lap, hands clawing at his shirt.

Jackson throws his head back, eyes closed as he runs his hands up her naked back, "How do you know I'm decent?"

"I don't, but I'd rather take a risk with you than let one of those creepy guys out there touch me." She informs him, moving his hands to rest on her ass.

"Isn't that your job, though?"

She backs away from him slightly and pushes her red hair behind her ears. She sighs, "You think I'd choose to do this? Please, I went to Sunday School. My parents would kill me if they knew I was here."

"I don't think your Sunday School teacher would enjoy this either." He jokes and she smiles.

"Well, as long as I'm not having sex or doing drugs-"

"You don't have sex?"

"Are you propositioning me?" She grabs his hands again and places them on her breasts.

Jackson grunts, "Jesus, you're killing me." He's now assuming she's a virgin, which is actually a little confusing given her job of the moment, and the thought is making this, him, even harder. "This is your first day?"

"Nope, but this is my first private dance, and you're not exactly making it good."

"Can I kiss you?" He voices almost silently, determined to make it better, eyes following hers until she bites her lip and slowly nods. Her hands grasp the sides of his face then and she softly moans when he presses his lips to hers, hands cupping her ass.

The redhead takes his right hand and places it over her breast again, moving it herself to start him off. He groans when she unclasps her bra and drops it, moving his hands to her chest again. He closes his eyes and sighs.

"Seriously?"

She softly giggles (though she tries not to), "Don't make me hit you." She mumbles, pressing her head to the crook of his neck and slipping her hands up the front of his shirt, cursing herself when she feels his toned chest beneath her fingertips.

"How the hell are you a virgin?"

She takes a deep breath and pulls his face toward her chest, throwing her head back and faking a moan (though she's not entirely faking it), "I'm pretending I don't feel anything."

"And how's that working for you?"

"Not very well." She grasps his shoulders, rests her forehead to his and slowly grinds in his lap, feeling him pressed against her leg.

His hands are still caressing her breasts and she bites her lip, holding back a gentle cry, "Can you feel that?"

"Uhum." She grinds her teeth for a second before roughly pressing her mouth against his.

Jackson pulls away, running a hand through her hair when she rests her smaller hands on his belt and glances down at his arousal, "Quit."

"What?" She squeaks.

"Just- Quit. Please?" He manages, cupping her face softly but shifting his hips upwards, "Come be with me."

"I don't know you." She points out, frowning with slight daydream. She could. She knows she could easily leave (after only a couple days of service) and go be with him, and have sex with him, and have a family with him. She knows that after only fifteen minutes of being near him.

"But you can. I know you don't wanna be here, I mean, Christ, you're basically forcing me to feel you up. Even though, yes, I'm enjoying it. Probably a little more than I should since you're a virgin and all, but we can work on that." He adds with a quick shake of the head, keeping his voice low. "I don't know you, but I want to, and I wanna leave here and know that you're alright."

Her forehead creases, "You don't know anything about me." She tells him, "I could be lying about all of this."

"Are you?"

"No."

"Then leave with me." He seems determined to get her to follow him, to be with him, but he's a little confused by his own spontaneity.

"I need this job."

"I can find you another one. Hell, I'm rich, you won't need one."

"You want to Pretty Woman me?"

"Just the ending, not the whole film."

"You really are decent, aren't you?" She smiles with a faint blush and licks her lips, cupping his face between her hands, "I don't know about this. It's a little crazy."

Jackson grins, hands moving to her ass again to continue their charade, "I thought you said you wanted to take a risk with me?"

"OK."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." She smiles against his lips, kissing him quickly, "Just feel me up first."

Realisation dawns on him and he smirks, "Can I have your name?"

"April."

"That's my favourite month."

She drops herself down onto his lap against, applying a tortuous pressure to his erection, "Don't make me hit you."