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Dance for me - Slash

Creator: axlsangel on tumblr 

Concept: You're the unnoticed dancer at a strip joint, never quite grasping the special attention that others do. However, you attract a certain enigmatic man who becomes infatuated with you over time, leading to a night of putting the tension to rest.

Warnings: S M U T

He had stopped by many times before, always so observant and nonplussed by the rowdy environment. You witnessed him from your end of the stage, how your reflection glinted off the sunglasses he always seemed to be wearing, even in the dim lighting. Nothing changed since the first time you ever saw him, the same top hat, the same smirk, the same behaviorisms— he was like a character.

You worked as a stripper in a downtown joint, particularly engaging in pole dances. The place was mostly occupied with adventurous couples, but the enigmatic man had been coming on his own for the past two years. He never ordered an alcoholic drink, mostly just sodas and waters, but you managed to always grasp the sight of his smirk or grin faltering whenever someone with a drink sat too close to him.

Unlike the explicit women you worked with, you never received too much attention, always overlooked or just not exciting enough. However, the mysterious regular only ever took interest in you. He'd stay for hours watching you dance and shake your body while all the other dancers got rounded off or sent to private rooms, and right before your shift would end, he'd leave an immense amount of bills for your performance without a word.

You wondered how lonely someone would have to be to spend their evenings at a strip joint on their own, or to even take interest in someone like you. Though within time, you found yourself dancing not for whoever could've walked in, but for him alone.

You imagined grinding against him every time you slid down the pole, what his large hands would feel like venturing down your body, those rings that decorated them sinking into your skin. Those thoughts alone left you more encouraged, your dances becoming dirtier, sensual, a mix of everything a man could desire. And all you can do is watch yourself in the reflection of his dark lens, your legs spreading like a pathway for him to explore, your hips moving in all the directions his eyes would follow.

Tonight you decided you were done with hopeless anticipation. If he wasn't going to make a move, then you would.

You had gone about your usual shift, crawling on the stage, swirling around the pole, grinding and getting your own self worked up. He remained facing you with his long fingers tapping the brim of his glass, a smirk forming on his face when you looked directly at him, biting your lip in a carnal manner.

When the hour was almost over, he approached you with his wallet in hand. Though just as he got closer, you positioned your heel over the end on the stage where he usually rested the money, urging him to raise a brow at you.

You held onto the pole as you leaned over him. You could see him better now that he was in your stage light, the grey stubble along his chin, his opulent curls, and if you looked close enough, you could just barely catch his eyes trained on you from behind the sunglasses.

"Are you lonely for the night, or are you another man trying to escape his woman?" You questioned, your tone as enticed as he made you feel.

"I'm not with anybody," he told you, his voice so smooth and husky that you felt even more inclined to be closer to him.

And he wasn't moving either, so you assumed he was just as intrigued to finally hone in on the inevitable attraction you two adhered over time.

"You're always watching me," you murmur, letting go of the pole to crouch down before him. His chin subtly tilts down, leaving you to infer that he was now peering between your spread legs.