Worth It

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Patrick fumbled with his wallet, pulling out his ID. It had been a few days since his bachelor party, and his friends had made it more of a bachelor week. The wedding was on Sunday.

"Nice to see you back again Mr. Dempsey," the bouncer smiled, letting him inside the upscale strip club. It was just the same as nights before. Thick smoke bellowed from the smoking section, where a tall black girl was dancing. Music came from all over as the poles arrived. Patrick walked over to the side of the front, where another bachelor party took up the space. Typical.

"I thought I recognized you," Patrick turned, seeing Darcy again. She had a different wig, this one was orange, her outfit different. She didn't have a pin up outfit anymore but a mini skirt and crop top. She smiled, "Patrick huh? Why are you back? Your wedding fall down the drain?"

"It's not until Sunday." Patrick corrected her, taking a sip of his drink. "You're not having anymore wig problems I'm guessing," he teased as the music changed. Darcy clicked her heel and left to the stage, pole dancing. She swung herself around the cool silver metal, feeling it against her thighs, as her body heated up. Patrick's eyes didn't leave her, staring at her exposed stomach. He smiled to himself, seeing her covered in freckles and moles instead of the typical stripper tattoo. Their eyes met as her legs lifted, her body flesh against the pole between her thighs. Green on dark ocean blue. Darcy around, lowering down to the ground as glitter fell from the ceiling above. It covered the girls in a pristine layer. The music changed, and Patrick heard her clicking heels as she went down the steps again. She stopped by the bachelor party, teasing them with her fingertips hovering over their body, her hips swaying to the music blaring. Patrick sipped his drink, leaning back. Another dancer came to him,

"Hello Mr," She drawled in a Texas accent, smiling at him. Patrick looked up, shrugging. He let the dancer do her routine but kept his eyes across the way on Darcy. She left to a private room with another man, and Patrick felt himself getting angry. He finished his drink, sighing. He didn't even know why he was back besides the thrill ride he had when Darcy was with him, that he didn't get with anyone else. It was different, it was exhilarating. She came out five minutes later and the man was stumbling to his seat. Patrick got up, walking to her.

"Darcy." He said, watching her turn around, her green eyes wide as she saw he had bills. Patrick dropped them in her hands, and she slipped them into her mini skirt.

"Private room, Patrick?" She asked, hands on her shapely hips. He ran a hand through his hair,

"Yes."

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There was no champagne this time in the private room, and Darcy slipped off her mini skirt, revealing a very tight, glittery spandex thong. In the light of the room her entire body glowed, her green eyes shining.

"I um are you supposed-"

"This is your second visit, I might as well give you a better show. You feel gypped or somethin from last time?" Darcy asked, teasing him. She giggled, leaning over him on the chair, her hands on his thighs. "No seriously, why are you back? You don't seem like a stalker."

"Oh, I um," Patrick's breath hitched as she leaned closer. He bit his lip. "You were hot as hell why not come back?" She pinned his arms on the arm rest, her legs locking around his, her crotch against his.

"You gonna try and save me again?" Darcy asked, leaning into him, breathing against his neck. Patrick groaned, he wanted her lips against him, he wanted to grab her body but he knew he couldn't.

"Maybe. Just so I could have this to myself." He relied cheekily, and she pulled back. Patrick let out a breath, sighing. Darcy just started to dance, closing her eyes as her hips moved. She didn't want him to see her blushing.

"Do you want some coke?" She asked as she walked to a counter in the back, pulling out a tray full of white powder.

"Cocaine? I'm an actor but I don't have time for that shit!" Patrick replied, confused. Darcy rolled her eyes,

"It's what's in this room I'm so sorry your fancy ass wants champagne." She huffed, before doing a line. It was pretty standard for the dancers to do drugs, especially coke. Darcy rolled her head back before she hopped on top of Patrick again. She didn't hold back this time, her red lips against his neck, her hands running all over his body. Patrick gasped, his arms going to her back quickly, pushing her against him. He bucked his hips, feeling the heat between them spark up again.  Darcy moaned, her hips rolling against his.

"Fuck!" She gave in, one hand sliding inside her spandex thong, rubbing her clit. She was the one coming. Patrick watched her moaning, he didn't understand half of what was happening but he felt himself throbbing inside his jeans. Darcy leaned in, moaning in the back of her throat as her body shook. She came, her hands clutching his shoulders for dear life. "Oh, God!"

"Darcy, Jesus Christ!" Patrick hissed as he felt her hands squeeze him, as she road it out. Feeling her body squirm against him, only made his throbbing intensify, and finally he exploded. His body quivered, his head rolling back as he came.

"Shit!Shit!" Darcy stood up, flushed, sweaty. Her eyes were huge, and she looked afraid.

"What the fuck just happened?" Patrick asked, pushing his curls back. He stood up, watching the stripper across from him. She was pacing, this wasn't typical. Not at all.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Darcy replied, starting to shake. Patrick walked to her, putting his hands on her shoulder.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked her, tilting his head to try and see her face. She was looking down, tearing up. This was the first time she had done anything like that with a customer. Patrick grabbed a few more bills from his wallet, sliding them into Darcy's top for her. She didn't flinch or move away as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her breasts.

"You don't have to pay me. I'm a stripper not a prostitute." Darcy said, turning to face him. Patrick looked at her face, seeing the confusion in her bubble.

"I want to pay you."

"Save me." Darcy blurted. "God. I want to be saved. I want a way out. I'm tired of paying for head shots with dollar bills that have touched my body." She took off her wig, letting the dirty blonde waves cascade down, and her bangs frame her round face.

"Darcy, I-"

"Shut up. I'm not done. My name is Ellen. Not Darcy. I ironically quit college because of the party scene. I want to be an actress, I feel like it's my calling. I don't think that this our whatever this was is just a one night thing. I don't orgasm ontop of all my clients." Ellen sighed, staring up at him. Patrick was shocked by the vulnerability in front of him. He reached out, embracing Ellen.

"Call me. We can meet up tomorrow." Patrick pulled back and pulled out a sticky note in his pocket, and scribbled his phone number.

"Bye Patrick."

"Bye Ellen."