Belly Dancer
She honestly has never been to an establishment like this. The lights are dimmed save for a few flashy strobe lights. The smell of sweat permeates the air and blankets the room in a thick fog. The music is blaring, but someone clearly set the bass too high because Zatanna can feel the beat pounding on her chest. She squirms a little uncomfortably as throngs of screaming women crowd the stage basically throwing their money at the performers. Never in her wildest dreams did Zatanna ever think she'd be here at a male strip club.
Just after giving birth to her son Amistad, Raquel sadly but amicably divorced her husband, Noble. Hoping to cheer their friend and teammate up, M'gann and Artemis insisted they all go out to Silver Stallions. Honestly, Zatanna didn't even know there was a male strip club in this high-end part of Gotham, but alas here they are. She nurses a rum and coke at the table they booked while M'gann and Arty practically shove Raquel towards the current male performer onstage who's hip thrusting the air. Zatanna rolls her eyes and grabs another chicken wing from the table. She chuckles realizing that the rumors are true. Somehow the food at strip clubs is really really good. She'd never would've found out though because if it wasn't to support her friend, she'd probably never visit a strip club. Not because she's supposedly a good Catholic school girl, but because she's got a nice hunk of man waiting for her at home with whom she sins with every single night. As she's dreaming about her lovely boyfriend, the music softens as an announcer bellows into the microphone.
"Give it up for our sexy smexy sheriff Joaquin everybody. Now then, ladies, we must depart the wild west and make our way towards the mysterious desert sands of Agrabah. Put your hands together for our chiseled street rat himself, Aladdin!"
As a remix of "Arabian Nights" plays over the speaker, a tall figure moon walks out onto the stage. He twirls around revealing his poofy pants, purple vest, fez, and an intricate masquerade mask. He flicks his vest to show off his toned sculpted chest as some onstage sprinklers spray water onto him. Zatanna is about to scoff as the cheesiness of it all, but she feels naturally drawn to this particular dancer. He twirls and spins his hips to the beat of the music before ripping off his poofy pants and sticking his ass out for girls to stuff dollar bills into this speedo. Zatanna's mouth starts to water as she just stares at the spectacle.
"No! Bad bad Zatanna!" she thinks to herself, "You've got a hot boyfriend at home. You've got a hot boyfriend at home!"
She's pulled back to reality as a something soft hits her in the face. Pulling the purple fabric off, Zatanna realizes that the stripper has thrown his vest at her. She looks up stunned and meets the eyes of the performer. They're blue and twinkle like diamonds. Unconsciously, she licks her lips before mentally slapping herself again. Annoyed by this fiasco, she gets up and moves toward the mosh pit with the intention of politely rejecting the bold performer. The crowd parts slightly. Some women cheer with intrigue while others glare prejudice and jealousy. Zatanna gets right to the front of the stage and 'Aladdin' kneels down thrusting his abs and crotch forward. Just as she's about to throw the vest at him, Zatanna eyes a peculiar scar on his right hip. It's faint, but she's seen that mark before. She leans forward as the crowd squeals around her thinking she's going to touch the chiseled Greek God onstage. The stripper teasingly, curls his finger in a challenging yet enticing manner. Finally getting a good look at the mark, she realizes that she not only recognizes this scar but has traced and kissed it on multiple occasions. Shocked, she darts her eyes up towards his face. Her blue eyes lock onto his. Despite not saying a single word or making a single gesture, the two send subtle messages to each other with just a look. As the music begins to die down, he winks at her before getting up and slowly bowing out. Right when he exits and heads backstage, Zatanna dashes towards the reception counter and slams a hundred-dollar bill down.
"I want a private dance from Aladdin," she demands.
"Aladdin? He's really popular, but he doesn't do private dances. I dunno why he doesn't agree to them when they can make him a lot more money, but he's refused every girl who's asked."
She slams down another hundred.
"This enough?" she growls.
"Oohh baby girl you are thirsty. Well, maybe I can convince him otherwise. Make your way to booth D. Remember, you can look but you can't touch."
She settles down in the private booth but luckily doesn't have to wait long. 'Aladdin' pops in but looks incredibly nervous. She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows waiting for an explanation.
"Uhhh heya, Zee," he sheepishly greets her, "I can explain. Really! There are rumors that a male trafficking ring smuggles underage guys in and out of here and Batman needed an insider to keep an eye on things so uh yea."
She crosses her legs and taps her foot.
"That's what I'm doing. Honest! I'm actually almost done. I got enough evidence to put them away and mmph."
Finally reaching her limit, she pulls him down to her level for a hungry kiss. She licks his lips and bites furiously on his tongue. He tries to pull away, but her grip is tight. She tugs hard and they both land on the velvet booth couch. Giving in he crawls on top of her rubbing her sides. She releases his tongue from the kiss and begins licking the sweat off his neck.
"Zee! They said no touching! I'm so close to finishing this case. I can't get thrown out now!"
"Ruomalg no!" (Glamour on).
With a snap of her fingers, the music out in the main room is muffled and the couple were left essentially to themselves. She traces and draws lazy circles around the scar that gave him away bucking her hips up into him.
"C'mon now Grayson, won't you be my genie and grant me my wish?" she coos.
"Technically, I'm Aladdin," he chuckles.
"Well then street rat, make me feel like Princess Jasmine."
AN: Belly Dancer by BYOR and Imanbek. This actually manifested as a dare by A045 on the Chalant Discord. The song's more of a club vide and about picking up girls, so I decided to twist it a little making Dick a male stripper. Hope yall enjoyed!