I'm not sure how long I stood there wide eyed and slack-jawed, but it was long enough for him to take notice of my odd behavior. The way his brows raised on his forehead and a small dimple pressed into his cheek through his grin only distracted me more, if that were even possible at this point, until he decided to break the silence shared between us.
"Can I come in, or should I go?" He asked followed by a low chuckle. The question caught me off guard, but it also brought me back to reality and I realized how rude I was being. He must've been uncomfortable with my staring, but could he blame me? He'd done the same for the past half hour. I couldn't find anything that seemed appropriate enough to say after my poor first impression, so I merely nodded and stepped back to allow him inside.
Hearing his voice for the first time was a strange experience. I think it was because I'd expected something different - though what it was that I'd expected, I don't think I could really even say - but the baritone register it hit, melodic undertones, and lull of some kind of accent were a pleasant surprise, to say the very least. A much needed change from many of the men who came in here.
I watched as he walked into the room, only breaking my gaze long enough to flip the sign to occupied, close, and lock the door behind him. Everybody knew not to interrupt when we had customers, but one could never be too careful. Besides, this was my first encounter with the mystery bar man and could very well be my last, if I didn't play my cards right.
"Sorry for that," I finally managed, clearing my throat as I turned to face the man. He was now seated on the sofa across the room, legs far apart, hands folded together in his lap, and green eyes on me. It made me want to curl in on myself, but I had a job to do and I couldn't clam up now. "Let's just say that you showing up means I lost $20."
He raised a brow, though that barely there smirk from earlier crept onto his face once more. "Not sure if I should be flattered you're betting on me or if I should be worried you're stalking me."
"The girls mentioned that you'd been here a few times and never come up, but they said you would tonight and I doubted it so they made a bet... If that makes it any less creepy, though it sounds even worse now that I've said it out loud." I wasn't off to a good start, that's for sure.
"A bit, yeah," he chuckled again and I felt the shiver running down my spine as my back pressed against the door. "Though now I know that you were actually staring at me while you were up there tonight and I wasn't imagining it, so that's reassuring."
Swallowing hard, I licked my lips before proceeding further into the room. The sound of my heels clicking against the hard floor helped to bring back some of the confidence I had before opening the door and I stopped in front of him, leaning forward with my hands resting on the top of the couch on either side of his head. "What can I do you for tonight, handsome?"
Being this close gave me a chance to really take in his features and I was not disappointed. Though for the most part he looked like any other twenty-something year old you'd see on the street, there was something that set him apart and I couldn't quite place my finger on it - figuratively speaking. I brought one hand up and lightly traced my finger along the sharp line of his jaw, admiring the flecks of gold that outlined his pupils, the natural pink shade of his lips, and the way his dark hair framed his face, which made it all come together in an almost perfect way.
"Uh," he began, and I noticed his gaze flicker from my face down to look at my chest. Leaning forward the way I was did give him an optimal view of my cleavage, and if that wasn't enough to get him interested, then I would have to pull out more tricks. "I've never actually done something like this before."
I smiled and shifted so that I could sit myself down onto his lap, his hands moving to accommodate my new position. "Should I give you a run down then?" He nodded with an almost sheepish grin. "There aren't many don'ts, so we'll go over those instead. No grabbing during a lap dance because it keeps me from dancing, if that's all you're here for." I paused to gauge his reaction and figure out why he'd come up to see me in the first place - if Richie had sent him up personally like he said he was going to, there was no doubt in my mind that he had hyped up the idea of getting more personal with the dancers to him - but he only nodded in acknowledgement, so I continued. "If you want more than that, we'll have to discuss what you're in to. A little roughness is okay, but nothing too extreme. And no kissing on the lips."
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Fool's Gold [Completed]
FanfictionEscapism (noun): the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy. Mikayla never intended to do this for a living, but desperate times call for desperate measures, a ph...