David smiled at his best friend Fitz as they entered Eve's Playground. There were women everywhere, all in various stages of undress, each one's costume seemingly more revealing than the last. He tore his eyes away from a stark naked brunette twining herself around a brass pole on the main stage and looked at Fitz. "Stop being a boy scout. Tonight's supposed to be fun."

Fitz's frowned. He could see Mellie's sneer if she ever found out. "I just can't help thinking that this is the sleaziest cliché ever. Unhappy married man in a strip club."

"Clichés are clichés for a reason. They're tried and true," David replied. He clasped Fitz's shoulder and steered him to the bar. "Two beers!"

The bartender handed them their drinks and David paid her then led Fitz to a pair of empty seats before one of the smaller stages where a blonde knelt among bills splayed on the illuminated floor. She whipped her almost white hair to the guitar-heavy music playing throughout the club, her hands covering her large bare breasts. David leaned forward, waving a twenty at her, and the woman grinned, crawling to him to take it.

"Do you do private dances?" Fitz heard him ask the woman. She was beautiful, with full lips painted a bright shade of red, and light blue eyes. She nodded and held up two fingers, signaling that she had two more minutes on the stage. David nodded. He leaned back in his chair and grinned at Fitz. "See anyone you like?"

Fitz glanced around then looked back at David. "The exit looks pretty good."

David smirked. "You need another beer."

The song ended and the blonde climbed off the stage. She grinned at David. "Still want that dance?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiled like he'd slept with a hanger in his mouth.

Her smile became a smirk. "You got money?"

David pulled out his wallet and showed her the cash inside. Her smile returned and she took his hand to lead him away. Fitz waited until David was out of sight then stood, intent on leaving. He got to the exit and stopped, suddenly remembering that he'd ridden with his best friend and that David had the keys. He went to the bar and sat down. The redhead behind it smiled at him. "This is a no-frown zone. Order a drink and slap on a grin."

"Just a beer." He managed a smirk and slid her a five dollar bill. He turned around on his stool to look around the club. A woman in purple lingerie immediately caught his eye. She stood before a bouncer, laughing at something he'd said. Fitz couldn't pull his eyes away from her. She was short and slight but shapely, wearing a deep purple bra with six thin straps on both her shoulders and matching g-string with the same design. He must have stared too hard too long because she looked up at him, stopping her conversation mid-sentence. Fitz wasn't sure what to do so he gave a small wave. He hadn't been to many strip clubs so he wasn't sure of the protocol.

She walked over and smiled at him. "Hi."

"Hi," Fitz replied. The woman looked at him expectantly. "I'm Fitz."

"Paris." He wondered if that was her real name or her stage name. He could certainly see someone so gorgeous being named after a place so beautiful. The expectant look reappeared on her face.

Fitz smiled apologetically. "I've never done this before."

"So I see." She smiled. "So here's how it works: $20 gets you a 3-minute dance; $50 gets you a private dance in one of the booths; $100 gets you a private dance in a private room. Tipping is highly encouraged."

"Do you get naked for the private dance in the private room?" He hoped she did.

"Depends on how generously you tip." Fitz pulled out his wallet and handed her a hundred dollar bill. She smiled. "Follow me."

Watching her hips swing as she walked ahead of him, he would have followed her over a cliff. The private room contained a padded leather chair with no arms and a brass pole. The purple lights bathed everything in a sensual light. The room pulsed with the music vibrating throughout the club. Fitz sat in the chair and looked at the woman expectantly, unsure of what to do.

"Put your hands at your sides," she instructed. Fitz did as he was told. He watched as she sauntered to him and perched herself on his lap, her legs outside his. He looked down and watched her ass rotate in her flimsy underwear. The response was immediate. He was instantly rigid beneath his black pants. She looked back at him in surprise. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Sorry," he replied, his ears red.

She just smiled, resting more of her weight on him. Fitz wished she wouldn't. She was going to make him cum in his pants like a teenager. The song changed to one with a slower tempo and she slowed her hips down to an almost glacial pace. Fitz hoped she couldn't hear him groaning but he sensed she could when she let her negligible weight rest on him completely. She reached back to unhook her bra and Fitz moved to help her take it off, sliding the straps down her slender arms. She looked back at him and shook her head with a smirk, placing his hands back at his sides. He noticed her coffee and cream skin was glistening with something gold-tinted. Looking down at his black clothes, he could see that it had rubbed off on him, along with her scent. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. She leaned back against him and he looked down at her now bare breasts. Her nipples were dark and protruding from her breasts in a way that made his mouth water. She slid her body off his, looking up at him with an impish smile from between his legs. He wished he was experienced enough with such situations that his erection wasn't so obvious. If she moved any closer to it, it would poke her.

Fitz almost jumped out of his skin when her face ghosted the lump in his pants and she exhaled a gentle breath of warm air on him. He let out another groan. Again, she only smiled as she moved up his body, brushing his chest with her own. She settled in his lap again, her hips picking up the beat of the music. Fitz was surprised to look away from her bare breasts and find her looking at him. He wasn't really sure what to make of her expression. He was, however, completely sure what to make of her soft but ragged breathing. It occurred to him that he wasn't the only one aroused in the room.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Paris," she answered, seemingly thankful for something to distract them both from the movement of her body against his. Fitz could feel himself losing control. It wouldn't be long before his hips joined hers in their movements. He needed to feel her. He needed to bury himself in her wet heat until she forgot her name, but that couldn't be.

"No. Your real name."

She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. "How do you know Paris isn't my name?"

Fitz shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought all you girls used stage names."

She tilted her head and considered him for a moment. "Olivia."

Fitz smiled. "Very pretty."

"Thanks. I got it for my birthday." The song changed again and she grinned. "I love this song."

"I've never heard it."

"It's called 'Gods and Monsters'. It's incredible." There was a knock at the door and she frowned then looked at Fitz. "Time's up."

"I can afford another dance, especially if you like the song." He handed her another hundred dollar bill after a rather awkward extraction of his wallet from his pants.

Fitz wasn't sure what it was about this particular song that made the difference for Olivia but he could tell she was enjoying herself much more as she moved on his lap.

You got that medicine I need
Fame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowly

Her eyes closed and she ground against him. His head fell back, his eyes closed, and his hands found her hips.

Put your hands on my waist, do it softly
Me and God, we don't get along so now I sing

Suddenly she wasn't dancing. They were fucking. Fitz didn't care that he was fully clothed and that he didn't know her last name. He was fucking her.

No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison

He was fucking her like he'd needed to fuck a woman for the past year. He was moaning like he was deep inside her warmth, and she was panting like he was too.

Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing

Her underwear pulled against her puffy lips and sensitive clit, creating a sensation so pleasurable that it bordered on painful. Olivia wasn't sure what to think as her eyes rolled back.

Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost, innocence lost

"God Liv," Fitz moaned, holding her hips as he pounded against her. He could feel his climax building and he was desperate to achieve it.

"Fuck. Me," she panted back, moving against him just as hard.

Fitz's lips clamped on her neck and he bit her gently, but with enough force to make her quiver against him. He felt her body spasm and her knees began to shake. She clung to him almost desperately, babbling like they were having sex, as she rode the waves of pleasure surging through her body. Fitz's teeth sunk into her flesh as he finally exploded. He slumped in the chair and Olivia collapsed against him. She slowly released him and Fitz did the same, suddenly aware of what had happened.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" He wasn't sure how to apologize, or what he was apologizing for.

"No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…" Olivia's whole face was red as she looked at him.

"I didn't mean to… I just haven't had sex in a long time and I lost control."

She looked at him in surprise. "You're married though."

He gave a wry smile. "That doesn't mean anything. Believe me. It's been a year."

"I'm sorry."

"No I'm sorry. I'm the married one. I shouldn't have done that. You're just so beautiful that I…" He couldn't articulate it.

He brushed her curls back into place and his hand lingered on her cheek. He was surprised when she kissed him. His surprise quickly wore away as her warm tongue slipped into his mouth. Fitz moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed them.

Everything became primal then. They both fumbled with his pants until they got them undone. Olivia didn't have the patience to pull her panties off, instead pulling them aside and impaling herself on his now free erection. Fitz groaned against her neck, struggling not to explode on contact. He wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her shoulder blades as he pounded her. He had never heard anything more beautiful than her high-pitched whispered moans as she held onto him, pulling at the curls at the back of his neck. It didn't take long for them to explode again, this time simultaneously. They continued to move against each other, mostly for emotional satisfaction.

"Oh my god," Olivia whispered as Fitz let her go.

"Oh my god." His tone was a stark contrast to hers.

Olivia covered her face with her hands. "I don't even know your last name."

"It's Grant."

"I can't believe we just did that."

"It's okay. It was more than okay, actually. Much more." He rubbed her arms soothingly. She couldn't deny that it was incredible, that he had given her the most intense orgasms of her life, and that one of them hadn't even been during sex. Fitz frowned when she wouldn't uncover her face. He gently pulled her hands away. "Liv, it's okay. I promise."

He kissed her, gently enough to make her insides warm. Still, she shook her head. "It's not okay."

"It is."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"It isn't."

"It—" Fitz sighed and took hold of her face. "Are we really going to do this?"

"It's not okay. You're a customer. I'm not supposed to…"

Fitz smirked. "You can give me back my money."

Olivia laughed in spite of herself. "There's no chance of that happening."

His smirk became a smile. "Now that I've made you laugh, can we agree this was okay?"

"Fine. It was okay. But it can't happen again."

"That's fine." She climbed off his lap and wrapped herself in a robe hanging on a peg on the wall. Fitz fixed his pants then stood. There was a dark stain on his pants but he hoped no one would notice it since his clothes were dark. "This time next week?"

Everything in her mind told her to say no, but it was hard to deny him when he was looking at her with such needy eyes. She wiped her lipstick off his neck and gave a reluctant, crooked smile. "You can come back. But this can't happen again."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Olivia headed for the door and Fitz followed. Before she could walk away, he touched her silk-covered back. He smiled shyly. "Bye."

In spite of herself, Olivia smiled. "Bye."

A/N: Don't forget to review!