Y/s/n: your stripper name
Shawn p.o.v
Gosh this is so intense.
I mean it's not my first time here but this night is more significant than the others.
What makes it so significant is her.
Her lap dances.
Her private dances.
Fuck..... I wish she were mine.
I entered the club scanning the club looking for her. There were strippers everywhere picking up cash, grinding on perverted old men, and sliding up and down poles.
They were all nice but no girl does it better than her......
"You looking for y/s/n?" You turned to the bartender who was wiping the counter.
"Um. Yeah she's kinda the only one I'm comfortable with." I said smiling and sitting down.
"Well. Your not the only one. A lot of guys feel the same about her. Say she speakers to em. I don't know." The bartender dried a glass.
I wasn't shocked to hear this. Y/n has that effect on everyone. But I was a smidge jealous. I only wanted y/n to myself but I knew that wasn't gonna happen, hell she's a stripper.
"Oh there she goes now. Go have your fun kid." The bartender went to serve another person.
I turned and saw the lights dimming at the center stage. I went over and grabbed a seat before more men came over.
I got my stack of money out for her. She deserves it. Moments later music started playing and i heard the clicking of heels and there she was. In all her beauty.
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night
Girl you deserve it
Y/n came onto the stage dragging a chair behind her.
I love these performances because she picks a guy out of the crowd and gives them a lap dance. You would think a lap dance is nothing. But a lap dance from y/n. Is like a strippers money.
You'd work really hard to get it.
Me? I'd rather have private dances. It's quality time with her. But any dance with y/n is great.
I watched as y/n took the mike off the stand and stared at the crowd.
"Who's the lucky man for today?" She said smoothly. Everyone cheered in response.
She pointed her finger out and moved it about the crowd. It then stopped on me. I looked behind me to see if someone was there.
"No. You baby." She made her way down the stairs and towards me.
I stood stuff as her (y/height/n) frame stood in front of me. She smirked and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the stage.
Once we made it on the stage y/n pushed me into the chair and music started to play.
You would think that no one would make it rain while watching some one else get a lap dance but money was coming from everywhere.
I took in every movement she made. Savoring it.
Every time she looked at me it seemed she was looking into my soul. I felt she understood me.
From my lap she wrapped her legs around the pole making flips and turns doing things I'd never seen before. But I treasured it.
She was an angel in a dark place.
I was sad to hear the song end and her stop dancing. Everyone had left from around the stage and went to other strippers. Wasting the rest of their money.
I turned to see y/n bent over picking up handfuls of money putting it in a plastic bag. Even in something so ordinary she looked beautiful.
"Lap dance is over baby. You were such a good boy." She said softly while turning to me.
"I-I know. Thanks miss." I stuttered.
She sat down and continued picking up her money. I stayed there watching her.
"Well since your just gonna stare at me? What's a goody goody like you doing here?" She smirked looking up at me.
"It's nice here. The girls. I see more than g-strings and fat asses. I see potential. Even you." I smiled.
"Oh boy. Not one of you guys again." She chuckled and started counting her money.
"What do you mean one of us guys?" I laughed.
"You come in here almost everyday claiming you see something truly special in us girls. When in reality. Your just having relationship problems and need a shoulder to cry on. Mine in particular. 220, 230, 235..."
She flipped through the bills.
"I have no relationship problems nor do I need no shoulder to cry on miss y/s/n." I said seriously.
She stopped counting and turned to me.
"Then what is it do you want? No one's every just wanted me for anything but a little bump and grind. I-I'm not the one for love. Trust me." She said looking at her fingers.
I could tell that she'd been hurt in the past. She tries so hard to hide it. She's so strong and it made me want to get to know her even more.
I grabbed her hand.
"Why don't you come somewhere with me tonight. I promise I won't ask for a private dance." I smiled.
"Alright goody goody. But if you try something. I have pepper spray and know how to beat ass." She pointed a finger at me.
We both laughed.
After leaving the club we ended up at the park talking all the way till sunrise.
A stripper and a goody goody.
