How did Viktor convince me to come to a strip club anyways?
And how did I end up on a stripper pole in the private venue?
Oh well...
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"Yuuri, we need to spice up our marriage." Viktor declares, trying to prove a point.
"Oh, because having a threesome, dressing me up like a cat maid, and wrapping myself in ribbon isn't hot enough."
"...Well it is-"
"I know what you're saying though, so give me an idea of what you want to do to spice things up."
"I thought you'd never ask."
My husband comes over to me, puts a hand on my shoulder and states "I want you to re-enact the banquet."
"Which part?"
I turned into a tomato when I figured out exactly what he wanted me to do, he didn't even have to smirk for me to catch what he wanted.
"You want me to be your personal stripper."
He gave that same smirk he always did "Bingo."
"You're pretty skilled on poles Yuuri, and not just mine." He never failed to make me blush.
"Alright, where are we going?"
"To a strip club, now work those legs down the sidewalk.",
It was late out, with only the street lamps illuminating our path, casting light orange dots down the street. Our feet tapped asymmetrically against the pavement, making a somewhat rythmic pattern.
The familiar gray seats accompanied by the slam of our car doors were softer than usual, maybe because I was more than tired.
Pulling up, we got out of the car as fast as we could, scrambling into the busy club. A crowd of people, drunk and sober were all around the male and female strippers, incoherently flirting with each other or lazily throwing money.
We had to weave through the crowd, it was worth it in the end, making it to a private venue drenched in magenta, red, and black, a stripper pole smack dab in the middle of it.
●-Song Now 《Or Whenever》-●
"Put on your attire, Yuuri."
I smirked, taking off my trenchcoat.
"This reminds me of the good ol' days."
Viktor raised an eyebrow "What the fuck do you mean?" I could tell how intrigued he was at my phrase.
I realized my mistake, feeling my chestnut eyes widen.
"That's...unimportant."
I step onto the platform with confidence and a plan.
-Viktor-
My fiance's back was against the pole, his arms gliding up and down his body. He struts around, keeping one hand on the pole.
The poses he made were too much for me to handle, even his new siganture Eros pose.
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