Daryl sticks close behind her as they make their way towards the back rooms and she tries to keep cool, keep her mask on but her heart is bouncing in her chest. Mostly it's exciting because she had her eye on him and she actually got him and he's an attractive, older man, not the perverted kind who stares at her small tits and asks if she can call him 'daddy' which has happened three times in the two nights she's worked here. The other half of it is nerves because it is only her second night here and she hasn't given anyone a lap dance yet, private or otherwise.

She's been on stage though and it can't be all that different, can it? The clothes have stayed on for the couple of times she's been on stage, so all that will be different here is that her clothes will come off. A bouncer whose name she hasn't learnt yet nods as she passes him to the back rooms and she smiles back, pushing through the beaded entrance.

Daryl hasn't said anything since he spoke to Shane and he doesn't say anything now as they walk through the tiny hallway and Beth tests the door handle on the first room. It swings open, empty so she looks over her shoulder and gestures him inside. It's not that big in here or overly nice. There's a couch and a stereo system, a large mirror on the wall, no windows and carpet that probably should have been replaced last year but is better than a bare, dirty floor.

Daryl enters behind her and Beth closes the door before she walks over to the stereo and the iPod that's plugged into it. "What song d'you want?"

He sits himself down on the sofa, in the middle Beth notices and her throat dries thinking about having enough room to straddle him, which she is allowed to do as part of the dance. "The one you's singin' on stage."

She bites her lip and turns to the iPod, searches through until she finds the song. Pausing it before it can start, she turns back to face Daryl. "You have any questions before we start?"

He shakes his head, rubbing his hands on his jeans but then he does speak, stopping her from playing the song. "Do… the club, this place, they do, erm… other stuff?"

Beth's pulse practically sky rockets but she nods evenly. "If you find the right girl."

"I'm askin' you."

She swallows, glancing down at the device in her hand so she no longer has to be impaled by his eyes. "Why don't we do the dance first? You might want someone else."

"Yeah, maybe."

She turns her back to him for a second, wishing she could squeeze her eyes shut and take a minute to calm down but the mirror is on the wall in front of her, which means he can see everything she's doing. It's a feature the clients seem to like when they get a dance, being able to see the back of the stripper as well as the front but right now, Beth thinks it's a pain the ass.

"Ready?" She asks, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

He nods and she nods too, pressing play on the music and dimming the lights to a more sensual setting. The music isn't very loud so they can talk if they want to, but it is turned quite high and the words drum straight into her brain as she keeps her back to him and connects eyes in the mirror. He's settled back in the sofa, bulging arms spread over the back and chest pushed a little forward in his grey shirt. Beth keeps her eyes locked with his as she slowly starts to sway her hips, letting the music guide her despite her heart threatening to kill her.

Daryl watches every movement raptly, his eyes less than shy as they curve over her thighs and ass. Beth continues to sway her hips as she trails her hands over the laces of her heels, over the peak of thigh her dress allows for. Then she turns, facing him now as she gathers the edge of the dress and lets it ripple softly up her flesh, teasing a show of her thong. Daryl doesn't show any outward signs of enjoyment or disappointment on his face but he shifts and Beth smiles.

It's a tell-tale sign, she was told by Stacey, that when the men shift in their seats it's because they're getting hard and uncomfortable. She steps a little closer now, still pulling the dress up an inch at a time, letting him see her thong. He licks his lips as she gets nearer, stands right between his legs that fall open for her before she lets the dress drop with a devilish smirk. Daryl makes a sound, one she can't hear too well over the music but it almost sounds like disappointment and Beth's heart races with excitement, a shoot of it exploding between her thighs as her hands fall to his knees.

He jerks a little as she continues to sway her hips, with every one of her swivels, going down slowly until she's squatting between his spread legs. He tilts his head back to look down at her, his bottom lip moving like he's chewing it from the inside. She keeps her hands on his thighs and rubs slowly from his knees up to his groin, not touching directly but teasing with her fingers. He makes another sound, this one she does hear, a choked kind of gasp as her fingertips just barely brush hardness.

Beth's throat convulses and she stands quickly, her thong sticky with more than sweat as she turns towards the mirror, giving him enough space to watch both her ass in his face and her in the mirror, running her hands up her stomach and breasts, around her neck and into her hair. The clients are not meant to touch but her skin is burning for it.

Turning her head, she asks over her shoulder, "wanna take my dress off?"

It might not be as sexy as doing it herself and in all honesty, she's not doing her job properly, because she's making it about her and not him, but she's excited to find that he nods and sits forward almost eagerly, his legs bracketing hers from behind. Daryl's tall enough that he doesn't have to stand, simply has to reach up to grasp the ties around her neck. Beth bites down on her lip as his fingers deftly undo the knot and skim over her shoulders, sending frissons of heat straight down her spine.

Without the tie and being silk, the dress slithers right off her, dropping straight to the floor and leaving her in nothing but her matching black bra and thong as well as her thigh high heels. Daryl looks around her to the mirror and there's something so wild, so turned on in his face without him doing anything to show it, that Beth feels like the sexiest woman alive. Emboldened by that, she reaches back for his hands, her heart practically in her throat and settles them on her hips, keeping hers atop his as she slides them down her thighs.

His fingers tighten in her flesh and she jerks a little in surprise, her pussy pounding as a sound gets trapped in her throat. This is completely unprofessional and not allowed unless he's willing to pay for it to go further, but she can't find it in her to care, not when his eyes are looking at hers in the mirror and his hands are hot and large on her skin, touching her like she's made of glass. The songs nearly at an end now and she needs to give him his money's worth so she turns back to face him, his hands landing back on her thighs, spanning large enough to touch her ass cheeks.

She nearly stumbles as she notices that his face is level with her thong and surely, he must see the spreading wetness there. On top of the heat she's already worked up, a flush lashes against her cheeks and chest, fresh sweat beading along her forehead and the back of her knees. Daryl grips her a little tighter and she moans despite herself and almost moans again at the heated look he gives her between fringes of his dark hair, staring up from nearly between her legs. The song ends abruptly and Beth blinks into the silence, panting a little with his thick hands wrapped around her thighs and her only semi-naked.

"S-sorry," she stutters before she takes a calming breath. "Took a little longer than I should of."

He shrugs, his hands still on her thighs and burning through her. "S'alright. Was gonna ask for more anyhow."

"Yeah?" She asks a little breathlessly. "What?"

Beth expects him to ask for a blowjob or a fuck but what he says next is not those things and it makes her pussy pulse. "Wanna eat you."

She wobbles a little on her heels and tries to think straight but it's a little hard when his fingers flex and crawl, pressing in a slow massage on her ass cheeks. "You wanna know prices?"

She's not even sure how she's getting full sentences out because she feels like she could collapse at any minute. The heat, the excitement, the nerves, adrenaline, sweat, lust, it's all getting to her, threatening to bowl her over with Daryl's scent in the mix.

"Sort it later," he whispers into the silence of the room.

"Okay," she whispers back. "How'd you want me?"

His mouth twitches a little and he stands, towering over her for a brief second before he takes her arms and gently pushes her down to the couch. She goes with a soft sigh, her feet which were starting to kill her now reduced in pressure. She spreads her legs when he indicates for her to and then he kneels down.

Beth whimpers softly, tilting her neck back a little to watch him. "You sure?"

"Yeah, been thinkin' 'bout this pussy since I seen you up on stage."

Jesus.

She doesn't have an answer so she bites down on her lip and lets him hook his fingers into her thong, lifts her hips so he can drag it down her thighs. For a while, he just looks while her heart races and her mind churns with incredibility. She can't believe she's doing this. Being eaten by a client in the back room of a club where she's a stripper. What the hell has her life come to? Although, looking at Daryl staring at her pussy with that look is definitely worth the scolding she's probably going to give herself tonight.

When he seems to have had his fill and looks up at her, he jerks his chin at her chest. "Take that off."

Beth's fingers tremble a little as she does so, arching her spine to reach the clasp of her bra and undo it. As she's pulling it down her arms she suddenly freezes, her mouth falling open with a gasp as Daryl's tongue swipes between her thighs, directly through her soaked cunt. "Fuck!"

He groans against her clit which makes her legs shake and she spreads them wider, planting her heel into the carpet. Daryl's tongue is soft but not hesitant as he licks her pussy, gathering at the wetness pooling out of her and spreading it to her clit. She flings the bra in the moment of sanity that she's bestowed when he pauses to grip her thighs.

Then he goes back to work, sucking on her clit and nibbling gently. Beth's neck digs into the back of the sofa and she wants to watch him but her head keeps rolling around with no strength and all she gets is glimpses in the mirror in front of her, showing him knelt between her spread legs, his dark head working between her creamy thighs as her nipples stand hard and proud.

"Fuck, that's so good," she praises, her hand falling blindly to his hair to hold on.

Daryl makes a sound against her cunt and it throbs in return, his tongue moving to work her clit as his fingers prod at her entrance, first one then two, curling into her wet heat slowly. She gasps, turning her head to the right to look into the mirror, watches as a flush covers her face and runs like spilt ink down her throat and chest. Her hips begin to churn with Daryl's fingers which curl against her g-spot without mercy, his tongue sliding against her clit in broad, long licks like she's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.

She's almost delirious with the pleasure and her hand in his hair is tight and mean, shoving her cunt against his face with the throatiest moan she's ever let slip from her lips. He pulls his mouth away, his fingers still buried in her and fucks her with them hard and fast, jerking her frame around as her mouth gapes. Beth body tenses as heat curls around her spine and then he stops and she lets loose a groan of utter frustration, looking down at him with heavy eyes like she hasn't slept in days.

"Don't stop, please, please, I'm so close."

"Yeah?"

"Yes!" She whimpers desperately, moving her hips on his fingers as she takes in Daryl's shining mouth and cheeks.

Fresh arousal sweeps her and floods through her grunt and he groans, reaches between his own legs to palm his cock. Beth's eyes flutter shut again as he dives back to her clit, no longer soft and gentle but unforgiving, lashing at her sensitive clit until the orgasm just hits her, stealing her breath and pounding her skull with the intensity of it. Daryl groans thickly and pulls his fingers from her tight walls with an obscene squelch.

She lets out a small cry as the pressure abates and opens her eyes to him sucking his fingers clean. A breathless laugh escapes her, though she's not sure why and she knows she should get up, be a bit more on par but she's boneless. When he stands, despite only eating her, he looks fucked. Tousled hair and shining lips, burning eyes and cock hard.

Feeling loose and brazen, Beth nods her head at his tented jeans. "You sure you don't want me to fix that?"

He looks like he's debating for a moment before he shakes his head. "Not here."

She frowns, sitting up on the chair. "Where?"

"I got a place, not far," he mumbles softly, his eyes boring into hers.

Beth chews her bottom lip. "I ain't like, a prostitute or somethin'. I've never even done extra with a client before tonight."

Daryl grips his own hand and without looking starts to pick at his fingers. "Ain't askin' you as a… a worker. Askin' you as a woman, to come back to my place an'… spend the night."

Her pussy decides that's the moment to pulse desperately as if reminding her of the orgasm that just rocked her world. Fuck the job, she sucked at it anyway. Reaching down for her dress, she gathers it in her arms and stands, looking up at Daryl with a smile.

"Okay."

So, for now this is complete. I may come back to it at some point since I have left an opening to do so, but if I do it will be when I finish Be still my beating heart. It was really fun to write so no doubt there will be a smutty chapter three in the near future.