Tell me, am I your type?

My main goal is to please you

What's on the schedule tonight?

Am I the reason you'll be treatin'?

I hope you have an appetite

Mýa

Michonne took a shaky breath, her brows were frowned and eyes closed tight. What the hell was she doing, she thought. She should've never listened to her friends. The loud beat of the music matched her heartbeat, she felt anxious, apprehensive and excited.

She was used to seeing him on stage, dancing, alluring women with his enthralling moves as he stripped for the horde of screaming women. She would come weekly with her friends to unwind and have some fun. But as time went by she had started to develop a particular interest for him over any other dancers.

And maybe he had noticed it, as he would gaze a little bit longer at her than with others. Or maybe it was only in her head and that she hoped that it could be the case.

"Hey," a masculine voice started with a chuckle, making her eyes snap open, but she didn't look at him. Her gaze settled on his chest . He looked down at her, taking her rigid form. Her hands were gripping the arm of the chair she was sitting on. "Relax, it's all for fun," he continued on, taking her hands in his. His thumbs drawing circles on her soft skin. "But you can leave if you want to." He finished next to her ear.

Michonne raised her eyes, holding his stare for a quick moment before her gaze dropped to his lips; they looked so inviting. Her eyes trailed down his muscular frame, taking in every ripple of muscle making an appearance with each of his movements. The soft glow of the colorful lights accentuating his physique. Her eyes slid back upward to his face to see him smirking at her.

"But something is telling me that you just might enjoy this." He let out smugly before bringing her hands to his chest and sliding them down his torso, gaining a gasp from her.

Michonne thought of her options, she could leave and waste the money her friend spent on this private dance or she could just enjoy it like he said.

She watched him as he stepped back from her, his eyes on her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She wasn't leaving.

He started to sway his body to the beat of the song blaring out of the speaker. He ran his hand over his torso, he rolled his hips as his right hand descended on his chest. It didn't stop as it reached the waistband of his pants, pushing forward into it.

Michonne watched with great attention as he grabbed his dick and started to leisurely stroke himself. Michonne's chest slowly rose as she took a breath as she squirmed on her chair, itching to see more.

"You know how I know you gonna enjoy this?" He drawled out, taking a step toward, still touching himself. Michonne tore her eyes away from his crotch to look him in the eyes. "I know because I see how you look at me" He started, taking his hand out his pants. He brought both hands to his waistband and started to slowly lower his pants, gradually exposing more of his ripped body. Michonne held on the armrests for a totally different reason now.

"And I gotta say," He continued on, completely dropping his pants "I've noticed you too."