Why Don't We imagines

Jonah • 9

WARNING: Sexual pretenses. Okay... a lot of sexual tones and situations. If any things like Fifty shades makes you uncomfortable, skip this

You singing
Jonah singing

•• Saved by Mr.Marais ••

    " An now we have the star of the show...the one you all came for...Persephone!" You hear your boss, David announce.

   The crowds catcalling and hollering was so deafening that you had to plug your ears before swaying your hips and walking through the beaded curtain. You're immediately blinded by the stone lights, which you didn't mind at all. The less you had to see these people the better.

Your heels clink against the stage, your hips sway to their own accord as you swing around the silver pole. People holler; nothing unusual.

You stop, looking at the floor to wait for your music to start. The best starts, making your hips burst to life as the moved on their own accord. Men holler like the pigs they were, but that's all who came here; pigs. It was really your fault that you were in this dive hole.

A dollar bill hits you bare leg, causing a smile to form on your face. This is why you did it- the attention it brought.

The music swells, so you elegantly jump and swirl around the pole. Many men shout and holler for you to come their way. You just wink, walking up to the top of the platform, bending down in front of them and rolling your body. Men ogled you, throwing more money at you. You flirted with your eyes, continuing to dance. You scan the room, eyeing for someone to do your final part of the show with. Your eyes lock on a man that makes your heart stop. He had to be at least 30, wearing a grey suit that matched his eyes, his chestnut hair sexily slicked back. But the most intense and hot thing about this man, was the calm, relaxed, and smoldering nature he was sitting. He had his arm thrown on the arm rest while he stared at you intensely. You could feel his eyes burning into you, smothering you, and for some reason, it was completely intoxicating.

You roll your hips one more time before sashaying off the stage. Men tried to call you over, desperately trying to climb the rope that David had made sure was installed to protect you guys. You saucily smirk, making your way to thee intriguing man. Your heart palpitates at his unwavering gaze.

   The song changes to a more sensual one that you knew all to well, it was your personal song they played when you were on the floor. Working on a place like this for 2 weeks and practically running the show had its perks.

   You take a deep breath as you lock eyes with the man. His eyes are expressionless, nothing to read and you soon realize he had impenetrable walls built around him that no one would be able to break down.

    He quirks an eyebrow at you as you stand in front of him, doing nothing. He nods his head. You let a faint smile grace your lips, hitching your leg over his lap to where you were straddling him. You kept eye contact, grinding your hips on him to the beat.

   His hands stay on the arm rests, his face stone still. You swirl your hips, throwing your head back and lifting your arms so he got a good shot of what you had.

    He remains still, and you begin to think he isn't enjoying it, but then you see a little flicker of amusement mixed with lust in his eyes.

   You swirl your hips one more time before standing up, Boeing. Men catcalled and hollered, some jeered, and you collected more money they threw your way. You look back at the chair the man was sitting in only to find it empty. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Where had he went?

" Persephone!" Your boss calls.

   " David?" You walk over to him.

   " Man in room two, he payed for an hour." He mumbles discreetly. He passes you three $100 bills.