Lᴜsᴜs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Lᴏɢᴀɴ

Location: ...

Plot: Logan goes to a strip
club and bar with a few
friends from his work when
he finds and meets you.
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Logan felt hesitant about this, going to a strip club.

It's not like he was seeing anyone, but it just wasn't his kind of crowd.

Unfortunately he didn't know why he even agreed, but he was already there by the time he wanted to back out.

He decided he would just stay at the bar area away from all the strippers.

Logan was attracted to women, god he loved them but in a sense, this felt wrong to him.

He didn't dress too fancy for something like this, he wore his classic white tanktop, leather jacket and black pants with his boots.

The second they entered, his coworkers practically whistled at the women like you would with a dog.

Logan kept his hands in his pockets, his head down and his face serious as he walked past everyone and towards the bar area.

It was like a sense of relief, there wasn't very many people around there. It felt like just a classic bar and that was something he could get comfortable with.

The bartender was just an average man with a bow tie tuxedo on, just without the blazer.

"Got any beer?" Logan asked roughly as he sat down on one of the stools.

"What kind?" The man behind the counter asked.

"You guys serve Budweiser?"

"Coming right up."

Logan sat at the counter, leaning his head against his hand as he glanced around the establishment; tapping his fingers against the smooth surface.

That was when you walked up to grab a tray of drinks set on the counter before Logan had even arrived.

You wore a shiny short black dress; stopping above mid thigh, one that Logan assumed was made of latex. It had a deeply cut sweetheart neckline and you wore laced garterbelt stockings with matching knee high back-seam heeled boots.

Logan took note of the jacket on the chair next to him; it was leather just like his and had fur lining on the collar and inside.

You looked at him right as you grabbed the tray before walking away.

Logan turned his head, following you with his eyes as you trailed off into the crowd when the bartender passed him his glass.

"She caught your eye huh?" He asked.

"You could say that."

"She doesn't go with people often. Or at all if I'm honest. I don't think I've ever seen her go with anyone who's entered here."

"Great, that's not my style either." Logan replied, grabbing the glass and practically chugging it.

"Then why come to a strip club?"

"Don't know."

The bartender laughed; leaning his back against the counter.

"Well if she's caught your eye, talk to her. She mainly brings out the food and drinks so she doesn't often get a conversation."

Logan eyed the bartender up and down, raising an eyebrow.

"You trying to be my wingman or somethin' bub?" He asked lowly.

"I've just worked here long enough to learn how she is as a person. She's a nice girl, I wonder myself what she's doing in a place like this but we've all got our reasons. If you need a refill, tap your glass." The bartender answered, walking away just as you came back.