Desire

Part 2 - private room

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut. (there is a lot of teasing)

WC: 1900

Not an established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki

Summary: Tamaki returns to the strip club. This time alone and looking for you. Does he want to fuck you or date you or just string you along?

Includes: idk like light smut (about as much as the last chapter)/ lots of flirting
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It had been weeks since you had given that indigo-haired boy a lap dance at the strip club and you still couldn't stop thinking about it. He had been so pliant, so willing, so sexy. And you had forgotten to ask for his name. All you could do was fantasize at night and hope that he would come back looking for you. But as the weeks dragged on, the situation began to look more and more hopeless.

"You still thinkin' about him"? Vicky sat down next to you, touching up her makeup. You sighed distractedly, studying your face in the mirror.
"You think it's stupid don't you". You look at her through her mirror and she shrugs. Every one of your colleagues and friends were now privy to your little crush. They knew that if they ever saw a "beautifully handsome, shy looking, purple-haired boy" (as you had described dreamily) walk in the door they were to report it to you immediately.
"I think it's cute. I also think it's time for you to forget about him". She swipes on more waterproof mascara.
"Wha-"
"You could have anyone y/n". She looks at you sincerely and when you protest she looks at you sternly. "I'm not joking y/n. You're gorgeous". She gets up to leave and you stand up too, walking with her to the doorway of the dressing rooms.
"But I want hi-"
"Anyone", she whispers into your ear before walking out on stage. You scowl.

The night drags on from there; creeps ask for your name and number, men, old and young alike, leer at you as you do your routine on the pole. You ignore them. You collect bills and do lap dances and listen to the same playlist that's played since your first night of work here. It's all very comforting. Comforting and boring. That is until a certain someone walks through the door in the middle of your pole dancing routine. You're on the stage. It's impossible for him to miss you. And he doesn't.

You avoid eye contact with him as he blushes and hurriedly sits down to watch you. How flattering. Why the fuck did it take him so long? You see Vicky out of the corner of your eye looking between him and you. Making eye-contact with her, she looks excited, mouthing, "He came back"!

Gripping the pole with your leg you spin around slowly, absorbing the woos of the crowd and winking at a special few viewers. Flowers and money are tossed up on stage as you walk around, a strut in your step. You're wearing a simpler outfit today compared to the last time he saw you. A red bra and a matching red bikini bottom. You look at him as you walk, your heels dangerously tall. Meeting his gaze on you finally, you wink, bending down to blow him a kiss. He looks at you intently, mesmerized.

The song ends at long last and you scurry off the stage to a thunderous applause and meet up with Vicky who's on break.
"He's here", you pant slightly, the dance and the nerves getting to you. Why is he here?
"Loverboy is here", she sing-songs and you raise an eyebrow.
"What should I do"?
She laughs at your confusion. "Girl, you don't even know him. Do whatever you want- you know what? Just be yourself". She puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Be myself? Vicky, that's not helpful", you retort, pulling bills out of your bra.
"Honey, he's already into you, just go reel him in". She gives you a pointed look and then shooes you away, claiming that she absolutely needs to eat her cliff bar or she'll die. You look out at the club worriedly, eyes pouring over all the people in the space whose attention you had captivated less than five minutes ago and feeling nervous.