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Marvel

Tags: Threesome, Poly, lap dance, slight pet play, bdsm, pet names

Classified: Smut

Person(s): Tony Stark, Stephen Strange

Continued from 2022 Kinktober October 26 Lap Dance

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You were cleaning off the bar so that everything was spiffy clean before tonights onslaught of men and customers that came in for drinks, lap dances, and sex when the door opened. There was no bell as it would later on clash with the music of the strippers when the door continuously opened and closed.

"We're not open for another two hours." You say in a bored voice, ducking behind the counter to put the now dirty wash cloth into a tub under the counter.

"Well that's a right shame." A familiar voice rang out through the empty club, making a smile climb onto your face.

"Hey Tony." You said, popping right back up. Tony grinned at you as he sat down on a barstool on the other side of the bar. You hopped up, swinging your legs around so that you were facing him. "What are you doing here so soon?"

"I have a favor I need to ask of you." Tony said, pulling you off the counter so that you were straddling his lap, his hard bulge pressed against your clothed core.

"Alright, what's that?" You grinned.

"Today's Stephens birthday and I was hoping that you would make it his best birthday." Tony asked uncertainly.

You hadn't known Stephen as long as Tony. He'd only been in for the past two months. But you liked him and you could tell that he liked both you and Tony.

"Yeah, of course. What do you want from me?" You asked. "Do you want me to provide strippers? Alcohol?"

Tony chuckled. "Nah. I got the alcohol and all of that covered. I want you to come be the singular stripper. But just for him tonight."

You blushed. "You sure Steve Rogers isn't going to pass off when I start taking off my clothes?"

Tony burst out laughing. "Nah, I'd never have you strip in front of anyone but Steph and I. It's. . . a more private party when you put on your little show."

"What time? Cause you know I'm working-"

Tony shook his head. "You're off work tonight."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, am I now?"

"Yep." Tony said with nonchalance.

"Y/N." A new voice said from behind you and you turned, starting to feel anxious now. You went to slide off Tony's lap as your Uncle came around the bar, but Tony's hands tightened on your hips, preventing you from doing so.

Your Uncle's eyes wandered from you to Tony and his slightly angry expression change just a little. "Oh, Mr. Stark. What-"

Tony didn't like your Uncle, even though he'd never actually met him before. He was disgusted by the fact that as the two of you were relatives, that your Uncle had made you one of the strippers. He loved when you stripped for him, but he didn't think your Uncle should have put you in that position.

"Just came by to ask Y/N to come to one of my parties." Tony said nonchalantly.

"For work or fun?" your Uncle demanded.

"Both." Tony replied. "The fun comes with the work."

"Alright then." Your Uncle said with a shrug after a moment. "You'll get good tips anyways Y/N. Rich people."