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As for the drabble below, it's part 2 of my Stripper AU that you can find in chapter 32. Nsfw.

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Mystique didn't really change since the first time he had been here, well over a year ago.

Familiar low beat music reverberated across the room and the same scent of decadence and sex filled the air. The crowds lounged around the stage, men and a few women alike, cheering, whistling and leering at the dancers.

Klaus was sitting in his usual spot in the back, pencil in his hand glazing over the sketchpad in precise, quick strokes.

Drawing the blonde, as always.

In a way, everything seemed the same and yet, it wasn't to him. Yes, everyone's eyes were glued to that stage, watching the blonde stripping out of her flimsy garments.

One by one, torturously slow.

But there was this private dance taking place, one that had nothing to do with the routine she was performing for them.

Sultry smile. Darkened eyes. Tantalizing sway of those hips, ones that bucked so hard against him in the throws of passion.

Luscious lips. Tip of the tongue. White teeth sinking into soft red-coloured flesh.

Her heavy-lidded gaze.

Klaus could feel those ocean blue eyes fixed on him, on the expert moves of his hand, outlining the curves of her body on paper. Same way these hands would later carve her breasts, stroke her lean legs, mold her flesh into a climax. Smirk curled his lips as he stared right back, openly, greedily roving over her lithe frame.

And in that secret little dance, her her eyes held his gaze while her hand lazily brushed against her barely there panties, fingers creeping under the lace. Lingering, moving near the place where she needed touch most but not quite there yet. Then they ran all the way up again, over the clavicle to the valley of her neck, playfully grazing against the fading mark he had left on her skin just a couple of days ago.

Her eyes blazed daringly.

His hand twitched. Tip of the pencil cracked against the paper.

Oh, she was doing it again.

Taunting him. So naughty.

Well, game on, sweetheart.


Caroline left the stage a quivering mess.

Fortunately, she had time for a little break before her next act. Throwing on her robe, she headed to the backroom for the change of clothes, the man observing her from the far corner of the club still on her mind.

His gaze burned through her skin.

Oh yes, she wanted him to watch. Being in the business where her livelihood depended on her ability to make herself desirable, to flirt with her eyes and her body, even to be a little of a mystery - it taught her the game.

And Caroline wanted to play with him. Because despite the persona she had created behind her stage name, he still saw only her.

Going through her wardrobe, she decided on a cherry red top with plunging neckline and a frilly mini skirt, its hem playfully dancing around her legs. She glanced over her underwear options and dismissed them all, the smirk emerging on her face being just a little on a side of evil as she left the room.

She wouldn't be needing those anyway.


She found him sitting at the bar.

Working at the strip club, Caroline had established a set of rules to follow so that her job would remain uncomplicated.

No inviting her boyfriend to see her dance.

Clients might pay but they're not allowed to touch.

No sex with clients.

Yet, sauntering over to the man with dirty blond hair and those biteable lips, Caroline thought of nothing else but breaking those rules. Never before had she considered it, never looked at any man coming here as anything more than a client, a wallet of cash.

But damn, she needed those hands on her.

Good thing tonight marked one of her last performances at Mystique. Or any other strip joint, for that matter. College was almost out of the way and she had landed a paid internship of her dreams. Things were going pretty well for her right now.

And perhaps it was time she got herself a little reward.

"A glass of water, please," she said, sliding onto the barstool next to him and shooting a quick smile towards Matt, their bartender.

"Coming right up."

"That's a shame." His lilting voice rang in her ear. He was sitting so close, their thighs brushing against each other. The fabric of his jeans was rough against her bare skin, sending little sparks along her nerves.

It was distracting.

Cocking her brow, she simply asked, "And why is that?"

"I wanted to be the one to buy you the drink."

Caroline rolled her eyes at that, "Cocky much? I buy my own drinks, thanks."

"Fair enough. But then maybe you would've given me your name." His hand slipped onto her leg as he spoke, warmth spreading over her thigh.

Instinctively, she set them a little more apart, as if daring him to reach a bit higher. When he did, the soft material of her skirt now covering his hand, she breathed out, "No names."

"Oh?"

"I guess it will make it that much harder for you. To make me remember you after tonight," she clarified, taunting him, her hips pushing against his hand, with no care whether someone could see or not.

His gaze heated when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'll take that as a challenge." His silky voice poured into her ear, his hot breath caressing nape of her neck.

She wanted him to bite her there. Mark her while he thrust into her body from behind.

"Mmm…" Instead, she bit on her lower lip to hold back a moan that threatened to escape her mouth as his finger rubbed its way across her soaking slit. "Please do. Just know that I'm not that easily impressed."

"Sweetheart...I'm counting on it."


Door to the VIP room shut with a loud thump behind them as they tumbled inside, their lips already fused together. Tongue delving inside, Caroline ran it along his teeth and the roof of his mouth, her hands busy fumbling with his pants. Satisfied smile lit up her face when she finally managed to unbuckle them and palm the growing bulge hidden by his boxers, tip of her finger grazing along his shaft.

He groaned into her mouth, "You enjoy torturing me, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Are you not having fun?" Her smile turned wicked as she pressed herself flush against his subtly muscled chest. Her hard nipples brushed against his Henley, the frail material of her top doing very little to cover her breasts. She rubbed her legs together, and they were slightly damp, with arousal slowly coating her inner thighs.

Distracted, she missed the predatory glint flashing in his eyes.

With one calculated move, he took hold of her roaming hands and pushed her against the wall, her back to his chest. "I am right now," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe while his fingers wandered hungrily over her frame.

Along her sides. Tracing patterns on her stomach. Teasingly brushing against her clit.

Patience had never been her strong suit. She needed him buried deep inside of her. Now.

Her legs shaking, she steadied herself by placing her hands flat on the wall. "Dammit, you are so - "

She didn't get to finish.

Strained groan tore deep from her throat as he slammed into her from behind. "You're so fucking wet," he hissed, shifting his hips to find the right angle.

Caroline hadn't even noticed him yanking down his underwear.

It was no surprise. His hands were just too damn good and they knew exactly where to touch.

Frustrated, desperate for some friction, she wriggled her ass against his cock. "Move," she seethed, clenching her pussy around him when he wouldn't listen immediately.

"So greedy," he purred into her neck as his hands ravished her body in rough possessive moves. "Have I impressed you enough to remember me now?"

Not trusting her voice, Caroline merely shook her head.

"No?" He sounded amused, his tone husky as he molded himself so close to her that there was not a single inch of her body that didn't prickle with awareness. "How about now?" Taking advantage of her low neckline, he pulled the fabric apart, shreds of it now hanging by her sides. He palmed the mounds of her breasts, fingers pinching her taut nipples while his cock slid in and out with smooth, easy thrusts.

So big. So hard.

It still wasn't enough.

Caroline whimpered and trashed against his hips but still, he wouldn't quicken the pace. On the contrary, he was fucking her in long but shallow slides now, enough to keep her on the brink but not to bring her over the edge. She was just so goddamn tense, feeling as if she was about to burst with just one single touch.

Just one. Single. Touch.

"Harder," she pleaded and cursed when he just chuckled, slowing down his moves even more. "Harder, damn it, fuck me ha - "

Bending her leg against the wall, he filled her to the hilt. In one. Hard. Thrust.

Her knees buckled.

Arm locked around her stomach, he pulled her up. "Like this?"

She didn't have it in her to keep her moans down. It felt so fucking good and she just didn't care. "Yes. Keep going. Just...like...that." Her hoarse panting echoed across the room.

It seemed like whatever control he had until now, snapped, as he set up a frantic pace, rutting against her. His stubble was scratching the nape of her neck when he nuzzled into the soft curve, whispering dirty promises into her ear.

It was all frenzied moves and cursed words now, hard and fast. There was no air to breathe and her skin was burning wherever it grazed against his. She was so slick and his cock was sliding with ease, hitting just the right spot.

In. And out. And in. And in. And in.

"Klaus," she cried out, arching her back as all the heat pooled in her belly and she fell apart, with her hips bucking relentlessly, riding out her her orgasm on his throbbing length.

"Caroline. Caroline. Caroline." The name rolled of his tongue in lilting waves as his thrusts sped up. His whole body tensed just as his hands covered hers and he bit her shoulder, spilling his release into her.

Catching her before she slumped down the wall, Klaus sat down and nestled her against him, with her legs on each side of his.

"You ripped my shirt," Caroline whined after her breathing calmed down, looking at the shreds that used to be one of her favourite garments.

"You do have extra clothes here, love. You broke out of character. Called me Klaus," he uttered, his mind still blurry after what they had done.

Caroline hummed in reply, busy snuggling into the crook of his neck, fingers pulling at the curls in the back of his head.

Casting a contemplative look around the VIP room, Klaus mused, "Now that I think of it, love, you still owe me a proper lap dance, you know."

Her head popping up, she glared daggers at him, "Just FYI, there's no such thing as a proper lap dance. And I told you this when we met, Klaus. No free lap dances just because you're my boyfriend. I broke enough rules for you already."

He smoothed the harsh lines of her face with his thumb, caressing her cheek as he spoke, "And I couldn't be more grateful, sweetheart."

They shared a smile, one that seemed like part of their secret little dance too, but not quite. With their bodies entangled and warmth wrapping around them like a silk cocoon, everything seemed in place.

His lips lingered just under her ear, adorning her with gentle quick kisses and after some time, she felt Klaus' whisper against her skin, "Happy anniversary, love."

And maybe Mystique hadn't changed since the first time Caroline had been in this room with him, but they surely did.


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Till next time

Kate ;)