Finn smirked as he watched his girlfriend Absidy. Her honey brown eyes kept wandering around as if she wasn't sure where to look. She was nervously playing with a strand of her wine red hair. Clearly she felt out of place and that was the point from the beginning.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.
She nodded and pretended that it was alright. He knew it wasn't. He had dragged her to a male strip club on purpose.
"Pick one," he said.
"What?" She asked.
"Tell me which one you like the best," he said.
"I don't like any of them, Finn. I like you. If it was you up on the stage, I would run there and give you all my money," she said.
He grinned at her. That was the right answer. Still he wanted her to pick one.
"Cute," he said. "But I'm buying a private dance from one of them, and if you're not gonna pick one, I will. And you better enjoy it no matter who I pick."
She swallowed and let her eyes roam around the club at the men walking around in tight, black leather short. She already knew who to pick but she didn't want to make it too obvious. She needed Finn to believe that she just picked randomly and hadn't already felt her heart beat a little faster when the tattooed stripper had been on that stage.
"That guy," she pointed.
"Why am I not surprised? You have a thing for tattoos," he said.
"Yes, I like his tattoo but that's all I really like about him," she said.
"I'll go book him. Wait here," he said.
She watched as he walked over to the stripper. The two men talked and nodded for a minute before they moved to the counter where Finn paid for the upcoming dance. He looked over at her and waved his hand in the air for her to come join them. She sighed as she got up from her seat and walked over to him. He grabbed her hand and they followed the man into a room in the back where they both sat down on a couch.
"Hi, beautiful," the stripper smiled at her. "I'm Roman."
She nodded at the handsome stranger up close. She remembered his name just fine from when he was one stage but there was no need to tell him that.
"May I know your name?" Roman asked.
She cleared her throat and felt heat rush up in her cheeks.
"Absidy," she said.
"And I'm Finn," Finn added.
"Absidy and Finn," Roman smiled. "Couple or friends?"
"She's my girlfriend," Finn said.
"Alright, sit back and enjoy. I hope you'll both like it," Roman said.
"You'll only be dancing for her. I wanna see you light a fire inside her," Finn said.
Roman studied both people quickly. He had learned to read people within seconds in this job. It wasn't hard to figure out who really wanted this dance to happen. He walked over to a chair that stood against the wall and pulled it out in the middle of the room. Normally he would dance on his own for his customers on the couch but this called for something else. He would love to make this jerk jealous since he clearly forced this on his girlfriend.
"Come here," Roman took Absidy's hand. "It's just you and me, beautiful."
He escorted her to the chair and gestured for her to sit down. He walked over and turned on the music. Finn had paid for one song, and Roman was determined to make this her new favorite song. Everytime she listened to it from now on, she would think about him. He walked behind her and slid his hands down her arms while leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Eyes on me," he whispered. "Forget all about him."
He walked in front of her, squatted down and ran his hands up her bare thighs and under the hem of her skirt. He didn't break any rules. He would never touch a client's private parts but anything else was a free go unless a client directly said no. Normally he would hardly touch them at all. He would let them sit on the couch while he danced and showed some tricks he could do with his body. This was different though. She was different.
She was quickly lost in every look and touch coming from him. Her eyes were solely on him, and he was sure she had forgotten all about her shitty boyfriend for a few minutes. He was still there in the background though, and Roman decided to part ways with the other man in a way that made sure Finn would always remember Roman.
Roman pulled Absidy up from the chair and lifted her up. She locked her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch and laid her down on her back. He went full Chippendale on her for the remaining of the song. He moved his body around as if they were having heated sex. The song ended and his eyes kept hers locked for a few seconds longer before he raised his head to look at Finn. Finn looked angry but quickly put on a fake smile.
"Did you make her wet for me?" Finn asked.
Roman lowered his eyes to look at Absidy again and smirked at her. He knew she was wet. He was pretty sure she was drenched from what he could feel from his position between her legs. He pushed himself up slowly. His body felt cold as it left hers. There was indeed a fire burning inside both of them in that moment.
"Now we can go," Finn said.
Finn stood up and strode towards the door. He opened it and was fast out of it. Absidy sighed and walked towards the door as well. She turned in the open door and looked at Roman one final time.
"You're beautiful, Absidy," Roman said.
She blushed and mumbled a "thanks" before exiting the room. Roman sighed, grabbed the chair and placed it back against the wall. He meant it. She really was beautiful. The type of woman he pictured when getting off, and he was dead sure she would be on his mind later tonight when he went home. There had been something there. He had felt it in every bone of his body.
"Why does the bad guy always get to destroy the good girl?" He mumbled annoyed.
He knew it without ever having to ask. That had not been a healthy relationship. He could only hope she would find her way out somehow, and hopefully soon, and move on to a better man. A man like himself. He would treat her right. He would treat her like she deserved and not force anything on her.