Phan One-Shots

Toxic

A/N: today some jehovah's witnesses came to my door and little did they know they'd interrupted me writing this Utter Sin, i dedicate this to them i hope they read it someday

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 11,526

Summary: It's the self-indulgent stripper!dan fic that no one asked for

Warnings: lingerie, semi-public, nsfw dancing, sexworkers

*Phil's POV*

"Reservation?" The bouncer huffed out, raking his eyes over me with a skeptical squint. It wasn't like I could blame him for it, I stood out like a sore thumb with my armful of papers and brand new suit.

Yes, there was a small chance that I may have, possibly, underestimated just how casual the 'casual wear' for this event had been meant to be. I felt more than a little out of place with the current nighttime crowd, especially now that I was at the front of the queue and I could feel everyone's eyes boring into the back of my head.

"I'm here with the Smith party." I explained sheepishly, doing a poor job of hiding how uncomfortable I truly was. The man just nodded his head knowingly, stepping aside and gesturing for me to enter the doorway looming behind him. I flashed a quick grin in his direction, only to find he'd already directed his attention to the next person in line.

As much as I dreaded what was coming next, I took that for what it was and respectively moved forward to leave him to his job. The moment I opened the doors I knew there was no hope in hell of conducting any meaningful business conversations in the given environment. The music was blaring, the neon lights flashing, and the decor was flashy and attention grabbing, as if the people packed into the establishment themselves weren't distracting enough.

I was really beginning to question what was to come out of this night, if this was an investment I wanted to make after all.

All the same, I shuffled through the group of people blocking the doorway with a few muttered apologies and confidently strolled into the main room. I was immediately greeted by the intimidating high-arched ceiling, making me feel incredibly small. It was a classy joint, considering what it was.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd decided to stand me up." I jumped, turning on my heel to face the source of the voice. The older gentleman chuckled upon seeing he'd startled me, pushing off from the wall he'd been leaning against and offering me his hand. I shook it, swallowing gruffly as I risked another glance around the room.

"Interesting place to conduct a business meeting, Sir." I commented, a blush dusting my cheeks as a woman clad in nothing but lingerie and bunny ears walked between us and broke of our handshake prematurely. Seemingly unfazed by this, Mr. Smith just shrugged his shoulders.

"What can I say? I feel the need to reward myself for being productive. Don't you?"

"Of course." I explained, deciding that it'd be better not to tell him that my definition of a reward for productivity was sleeping in until noon and waking up only to binge watch anime. I doubted someone his age would even know what anime was, or care to learn considering the obvious difference in his set of interests. I figured it'd be better to play it safe and bring up the more obvious topic. "Where is everyone else?"

"Just the two of us tonight, Phil. I figured we'd cut through the red tape and discuss the situation for what it is, between the only two people that have any real say in the matter." He explained, reaching up to cup my shoulder and give it a light shake. I nodded, this time dodging out of the way well before another waitress came close on her route to the bar.