Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Strip Tease

Warning I guess? Reader is an exotic dancer.
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You sit on the small white table. It was backlit and glass. Just big enough for you to stay in place while you dance. You had just finished giving your client quite the show. On your knees with your legs tucked under you and legs spread. You smile at your client as he tucks some money in your garter. He's handsome. Tall and broad. With a good face and is utterly fit under his loose clothing. You admired him a few times too. His dark eyes never left you. They got darker with lust the longer you danced for him.

The private room made sure you could get very naughty. He would sit back and breath deeply. His legs spread far apart and arms resting atop the booth's cushion. You threw your bra at him and he didn't seem keen to give it back. He was enjoying the sight of you only in your panties. To him, you're the cutest girl in the lineup. With the body shape he likes and an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. The moment he walked into the strip club and saw you, he had to get a private dance.

"Thank you for the tip." You say.

He smiles and pushes his hair out of his face. It's so long and a brilliant white. It really complimented his look. Wild and free like his hair. But calm and intelligent like his eyes. With a flare of something uniquely strange and attention grabbing like the red markings down his face.

"Anything for you, honey." He smiles. "Do I gotta go now? Or can we hang out?"

"Well I don't know. Is it worth my time?"

He scoffs and tucks in another tip into your garter. You thank him and sit back. Arching your back and putting your arms to the side to show off your bare breasts.

"Are there cameras in here?"

You shake your head. "No sir." You tell him as you crawl off the table. You sit on his lap and throw your hair to one side. "Why? Is there something particularly naughty you want to do?"

He looks at your chest, then back up to your eyes. "Can I touch you?"

"Can you?" You chuckle and grab his hands. How nice of him to ask! That was better than most of your clientele. You bring them to your boobs and he squeezes.

"What's your name?... your real one."

You hum a pleased note. His hands kneading your breasts feels quite nice. It was turning you on. He pinches your nipples and asks again. You bite your lip.

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?" You ask him coyly. You put your hands in his hair and begin to move your hips. Nice and slow so he can feel every single little movement.

"Hm, you're a clever girl." He chuckles as he runs his thumbs over your hardened nubs. "I'm Jiraiya."

"That's a nice name." You compliment. You run a hand down his chest while your other stays deeply tangled in his hair. "It suits you."

"Thanks. Now, what's yours?"

"If I may? Why do you need to know?"

"Just curious. You just don't look like a Kitty."

You laugh. You draw circles into his skin on his chest.

"And you'd be right." You confirm. You grip a fistful of hair at the back of his head and pull his head back. Your lips are a fraction away from his as you whisper your real name.

"I like that better. It's a shame you can't use it." Jiraiya runs his hands down the sides of your torso and grabs your hips. He controls the rhythm more and he pushes you harder against his crotch. "Have you ever wanted a client?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me?"

Tingles run up your spine and excitement rushes to your core. It was very against this rules. You could be fired and blacklisted from other clubs. But... this man. Sexy and irresistibly charming.