The song was almost up. Roman was out on the stage, having some drunk woman stuff his royal blue thong full of bills.
"You're so fucking hot," she said.
He grinned down at her and winked. The song ended and he left the stage while one of the other strippers walked out on it. He walked out in the back and hurried up putting the bills away he had earned. Normally he would count them to see how much he had made from one dance but there was no time today. He had spotted that wine red hair from the stage. Absidy was back, and he hadn't seen Finn next to her.
He quickly put on his leather shorts that was part of his attire when roaming the club to sell private dances, and walked out in the packed club. He looked over at her table. She was still alone. Either Finn was taking his time in the bathroom, or she had come alone. He would soon find out. He walked in a straight line to her table and sat down next to her.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled. "I'm surprised you're back. You didn't seem all too happy about being here last time."
She played nervously with a strand of hair while searching for the right words.
"I don't have a problem with strippers," she said.
"I didn't say you did. I said you didn't seem happy about being here. It was pretty clear your boyfriend was out to embarrass you for some reason," he said.
She turned her eyes down and nodded. He took her hand. That made her look up at him again.
"Does he do that a lot?" He asked.
"It was my first time here," she answered.
"I mean embarrass you and treat you wrong," he said.
"Sometimes," she said.
He moved his chair closer and placed a hand on her thigh. Once again she was wearing a short skirt. He heard her breath hiccup as she felt his fingers on her skin.
"But he didn't succeed," he said. "You weren't embarrassed. You were turned on."
"I don't know," she whispered.
"You wanted me," his hand slid further up. "You still do. You're here alone tonight, aren't you? Why? To see me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"You don't have to whisper around me. I like that you're here for me," he said.
He moved his hand further up. He felt the hem of her panties with his fingertips. He had never touched a woman's crotch at work before but he wanted to real bad in that moment.
"What did you do after you left that night?" He asked.
"I went home with Finn," she answered.
"So you don't live together," he smirked. "Alright, what did you do once you were back at his place?"
"We went to bed," she said.
"You just slept? Don't hold back. I wanna know the truth," he said.
"We had sex," she said.
"Nah, I doubt that. You fucked him, didn't you? You thought about me and you fucked the living shit out of him," he said.
She blinked a couple of times and nodded. It felt good to know he was spot on.
"How?" He asked.
"I rode him with the lights off so I could picture you," she answered.
"Was I any good?" He teased.
"You could have been better," she smirked.
Her smirk made him grin. He liked hearing that. Of course he could be better. He was better. It still had been Finn under her despite her thinking about him.
"Did I at least make you cum?" He asked.
"After a while," she answered.
He leaned in closer and flicked her earlobe with his tongue. It had the desired effect when he felt her shiver.
"Just once? What a failure he is. I would have made you cum several times. I would not be satisfied with just one time. I would lay you down and eat you out until you screamed. Then I'd crawl up your body and claim it until you screamed again. Then I would flip you over on all four and fuck you so hard. Harder than anyone has ever fucked you. And I wouldn't stop until you came again," he said.
She parted her legs more. It would be so easy to dive in and pleasure her with his hand without anyone seeing it in the dark club. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. He placed his hand on her panties and gently rubbed her through the fabric.
"Can I buy a private dance?" She asked.
"I don't want your money," he answered.
"You did last time," she said.
"No, I took his money. I danced for you for free. I normally don't give that kind of show. I normally don't touch people I dance for. I wanted to touch you. I still do. I want to touch you so bad, Absidy," he said.
He couldn't stop himself. He moved his hand inside her panties and felt how wet she was. He slid two fingers inside her and moved them slowly in and out. He couldn't start going crazy or someone would catch on if the table started shaking from his wild movements.
"Oh god!" She moaned softly.
"You like that?" He asked.
"So much," she answered. "You got magic fingers."
"And they're all yours," he said.
She grabbed his wrist and pressed her nails into his skin as she came. She gritted her teeth and tried her hardest not to cry out loud. Her hips gave small movements while she gave into the orgasm while still trying to hold back so no one would notice. When she finally released his wrist again, he pulled his fingers out of her and fixed her panties. His hand disappeared from under her skirt, and she watched as he placed both fingers in his mouth and sucked them dry.
"Mmm," he hummed. "So delicious. I can't wait to get a real taste."
Heat rushed up in her cheeks again. She looked around to make sure no eyes were on them. He smirked at her, placed his hand on her thigh again and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"I'm done at midnight," he said. "Care to come home with me?"
"Yes," she said.
"Alright, wait here and enjoy the show meanwhile. I'll make sure the bartender sends something over. What would you like?" He asked.
"You don't have to," she said.
"But I want to, beautiful," he said. "Just no alcohol. I want you sober tonight. I'm not in the business of taking advantage of people."
"Club soda with lemon then," she said.
He smiled and gave her thigh another squeeze. He really wanted to kiss her in that moment but that had to wait. It was one thing to hide under the table that he pleasured her with his fingers. He couldn't hide a kiss. A lot of people working there had girlfriends or wives at home but the clients could never know that. They were to serve a fantasy as single men for people coming there.
"Club soda with lemon," he repeated. "Coming right up."
"Thank you," she said.
"You know, if you have second thoughts, I won't be mad. I won't even be mad if you run out while I work. I understand if that happens. But I really hope you're still here at midnight," he said.
"I'll be here," she said. "I promise."