A/N - my GCSEs start tomorrow and I'm shitting it 😭😭 if you live in England and you're in year 11 good luck 🤞🏽 as my school likes to say these of the exams that count for the rest of your life kill me now 😖
Your hand wrapped tight around the sweaty pole, lifting your body up and making a small simple twirl, trying to hide the yawn that was ready to escape your lips during the act.
The music was blasting loud in the small area of the strip club, the crowd hollering over the male strippers picking girls on the stage, swinging their hips to the beat of the music while they grabbed a chair and placed the female visitors on top of it.
You had been standing on your own podium for almost two hours now, your dancing becoming less and less erotic around the pole. You knew your boss was watching you but doing the same thing for hours would lead to boredom. Though you always preferred to be on the podiums, it meant less attention from the guests and you wouldn't have to dedicate yourself 100% to the audience. On the small podiums, you did have some control over yourself.
Your eyes glanced towards the stage again, and as you predicted Patrick wasn't at work today. The two of you shared a friendship so lustful you were amazed the two of you hadn't done anything to each other yet. He was everything you looked for in a guy. The light brown hair that curled up when he was sweating along with his toned chest . Not to mention you shared the same profession.
But rules were restricted at this place, the both of you knew it. One single touch from one other would be enough for the both of you to get fired, and you couldn't afford risking that chance for just a single fuck. Though he always made you whimper every time you would walk pass each other with a small puff in the shoulder.
He always made sure to have an eye on you, no matter where he was standing whether he was on stage, over at the corner giving lap dances or waitressing at the bar. Somehow his eyes always locked on yours and when he would walk pass your podium to serve drinks, a snickering comment would always remind in your mind; "You look fucking hot tonight, Y/N."
It was almost like work was getting bored without him. Doing your dances was always something you found entertaining but it wasn't as tempting when Patrick wasn't there to keep an eye on you. Mostly when you danced it wasn't for the few guys sitting in the red velvet booths. It was all for Patrick, and you knew you were teasing him with a smirk plastered on your lips.
A sigh escaped your lips just as soon as your feet touched the ground again, stepping down from the podium and hurrying towards the back area to get off your high heels that seemed to make your feet feel numbness and smaller.
"Y/N, before you leave please take table 45." Your boss grabbed your arm and stopped you in mid-track, an apologizing look on his face features.
"But my shift is over!" You argued annoyed, looking at him with tired eyes.
"You have been requested personally." You furrowed your eyebrows by the word personally, and you took off your gloves and placed them by the end of the stage. "Fine, but if he's one of those fucking creeps who doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself I swear to god-"
"You know where the security guard is." Your boss reminded and placed a hand on top of your shoulder, turning you 180 degrees and gave you a light push.
You grumbly walked towards table 45, already seeing the guy taken a seat on the chair with his back facing you and you placed your hands on top of his shoulders and leaned down, "You're my last costumer so prepare for the grand finale."
The guy turned around on the chair, a delightful smirk on his beautiful face features and you almost choked on your salvia by the sight of Patrick in the chair.
"That sounds wonderful." Patrick commented with lust in his eyes, a smirk creeping on his lips by your puzzled state.
"Patrick what are you doing, I can't give you a lap dance!?" You asked confused and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
