Joe Keery Imagines Vol. 2

Deputies and Dancers - Gator Tillman

Warning: strippers, dirty/dancing, cop x stripper, teasing, language, violence

"Danger?" One of my coworkers said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yes, Cherries," I sighed, not bothering to turn around.

"You have a very special request."

"Wonderful," I mumbled. I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest. "Who?"

She didn't say anything as she pointed at the private booth in the corner. This was the only booth where you couldn't see the customer. I smirked when I realized who this was. I only had one recurring customer who requested that booth.

"Be right there," I said, my voice dropping.

"Have fun!" Cherries giggled. I fixed my top and pulled my skirt up a little before walking over to him. I leaned over the back of the booth and slid my hands down his chest.

"Nice to see you again, Deputy," I purred. I smirked when Gator looked over his shoulder at me.

"Had to come see my favorite dancer," he said, his voice soft. I walked around until I was standing in front of him. I reached up and slowly took off my sheer cover-up as he held up a hundred-dollar bill.

"My favorite customer," I said sexily as my cover-up fell to the floor and pooled around my feet.

"Come here, baby," he demanded. "Now."

"Yes, sir."

I walked over and instantly straddled his lap. This was the only thing that he enjoyed; me grinding against him as his face was pressed to my chest.

He grabbed my waist and changed my speed. He also really enjoyed this; taking control when he knew he wasn't allowed to touch me. Gator Tillman was the only client I let touch me. He found out when I worked and since then, always makes sure to stop by at least once on his rounds. He knew that I enjoyed it when he walked in wearing his uniform.

"Aren't you supposed to be out in the street, Deputy?" The way I purred his rank made him groan.

"I am," he said, his voice deep. "But I wanted to. . . Needed to see you."

I smacked his hand when he started to reach up toward my breast. "No touching, Deputy."

We were quiet as I went back to dancing to the music.

"Tell me," he groaned.

"Tell you what, baby?" I purred.

"Tell me why they call you Danger."

I stopped moving my upper body and focused on moving my hips slowly and hard against his. I smirked when he leaned his head back and moaned. I grabbed his face, brought it back up, and made sure my chest was inches away from his face. I leaned in and whispered my answer into his ear.

"Cause my dances are dangerous," I moaned. "Every man I dance for falls madly in love with me."

I gasped when Gator roughly grabbed my waist. "Easy, Gator."

"They don't own you," he said lowering his voice.

"No," I said, my tone changing. I got off of him and fixed myself. "But neither do you, Deputy."

* * * * *

I walked out of the grocery store, my eyes instantly landing on Gator smoking in his dad's truck. I changed my course so I would purposefully walk by the truck on my way to my car. The second I got close, I felt his eyes on me. I made a show of putting my groceries into the back of my car and closing the trunk.