Play with fire and you'll get burned. Dance with desire and you might just fall in love.
The story of a stripper and a guy who can't seem to get away.
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Jay's question echoes in your mind all morning: "Will you go out with me, Y/N?" You said yes, a single word that sent your heart into a frenzy, and now you're a mess of nerves and excitement.
It's your first date—ever—and the reality hits like a tidal wave. You barely remember what happened after, only that you tried to play it cool, Jay's infectious smile lighting up the room while your insides churned with jitters. Even now, hours later, your chest flutters, a mix of thrill and panic you can't shake.
It's nearly two p.m., leaving you just over an hour to get ready. You grab your phone, scrolling through Jay's texts, your lips curving at the sight of his name—Leather Jacket Guy no more, now just Jay, with a wolf emoji that makes you grin.
Jay🐺: I can't wait to see you later 😊 Y/N: Me too 😊 What are we doing so I know how to dress? Jay🐺: Anything works if you're comfortable :) But maybe nothing that flies off 😅 Y/N: Okay... 👀 Jay🐺: I'll pick you up at four pm ❤
That tiny red heart emoji makes your cheeks burn, a silly collection of pixels sparking a blush you didn't expect. You catch yourself smiling, then snap out of it, rolling off your bed. You grab the remote from your nightstand, pressing the button to roll up the blinds, sunlight flooding your room in a warm, golden haze.
"Alexa, play Golden by Huntrx," you say, needing a beat to steady your nerves.
"Sure, playing Golden by Huntrx on Melon," Alexa replies, the song's dreamy intro filling the air. You bop your head, approaching your closet, but your mind's racing. Something that doesn't fly off? Theme Park? Ziplining? A zoo? Your fingers hover over a black mini dress, then pull back—too tacky. You huff, ruffling your hair. You're getting nowhere.
You dial SuAh, your styling guru, the phone ringing twice before her bright voice answers. "Hi, baby girl! What's up?"
You put her on speaker phone, staring at your clothes. "Hey, SuSu. Big news, but I need help. Leather Jacket Guy's name is Jay, and he asked me out. Tonight.
SuAh gasps, her excitement muffled—she must be in a meeting. "This is your first date, Y/N! This is huge! Okay, we gotta be quick—I'm between meetings. What'd he say about the vibe?"
"He said wear something comfortable, nothing that flies off," you say, eyeing a pair of jeans. "I'm freaking out."
"Helicopter ride," SuAh says instantly, a door closing on her end. "It's a date trend these days."
"A helicopter?" you squeak, your heart lurching. "That's... a lot for a first date."
"He drives a BMW M4, girl. He's got the cash. Okay, here's the look: grab a graphic tee, tuck it into your bra for a crop. Then that nude maxi skirt from Japan, the one with the hip slit."
