Joker Imagines {For Darker Tastes}

Private Dance {Smut}

    

     When I was a child, I had a lot of ideas on what my dream job would be. I’d imagine being a doctor, or the beautiful  woman in the bikini that holds the sign up during boxing matches. Maybe that was what lead to me ending up as a stripper.

     “GodDAMN i’d love to bone that chick!”

     Up front and center was a 5”4 ginger boy in a cheap blue suit, surrounded by  slightly taller men in the same fashion. Possibly co-workers celebrating closing a big deal. Or at least, it would be if this was a normal club. I continued my routine, tightly gripping the pole with both hands and lifting both of my legs. With a graceful push, I kicked them up and spread them wide apart as i held myself up, exposing my glittery cherry red thong to the crowd before me. Thanks to my legs blocking the view, I couldn't see in front of me. However, I did feel the light graze of money falling; brushing against me as it fell to the stage. The cheers and whistles almost made it all worth it.

      For a moment I was basking in the familiar glow of the stage lights, feeling like a total goddess. Then a loud male voice rose above the noise, eager and cocky. “Hey!! Get your fine ass down here, I want a private dance!” Part of me prayed he was some asshole who couldn't actually pay. My hopes were crushed when I switched positions, standing up straight only to see the ginger boy holding up a roll of money.  Ugh figures, it's always the ones I don't want. And he looks like a grabber. Putting my happy face on, I slowly climbed down off the stage. My red heels click on the floor as I make my way over to him.

     

     “Got the money to back that mouth up?~”

     He holds out the rolled up money to me, looking back at his buddies and chuckling as he did. Like idiots, they responded with crude gestures and hoots. Until I opened the roll of cash and discovered, it only came up to 10 dollars. “Uhm, this isn't enough.” Ginger boy looked back at me, the smug look of a guy who had to impress his friends. “Make it enough.” I balled my fists, ready to punch this guy straight in the mouth. Who the fuck does he think he is? Maybe his friends won't be so impressed when he gets his ass beat by a woman.

     “Tsk tsk tsk.. Now, that's no way to treat a lady.” The crowd near the back rooms parted, making way for the owner himself. My boss. The Joker. The annoyance was clear on his face, almost like he was ready to snarl at the ginger cheapskate. As for ginger douche, his feigned confidence was gone the moment he saw Joker approaching. His hands frantically feeling at his pants until he found and retrieved his wallet. “I- I’m sorry Mr.Joker. How much is it? I’ll double it!” Joker held up his hand, slowly wagging his finger. The lights seemed to enhance the green in his slicked back hair, which happened to be my favorite color.  “No you messed that up. See this-” He gestured toward me. “-Is my best girl. If you don't know how to treat her, then you don't deserve her. But I can think of one thing you do deserve.” He nodded toward one of the bouncers, calling him over. “Take him out back. And make it quick.”

     At the time I had no idea how to react. I had only seen him once, when I auditioned for the job. Before now, I didn't even know he watched me; much less considered me his best girl. The thought kind of made me blush. He turned his attention to me now, not even watching as the bouncer dragged the soon-to-be ginger corpse away by his neck. Music kept blaring, and people kept dancing like nothing occurred. As Joker stood there before me with both hands on his purple cane, giving me a wide grin, I couldn't help but admire the sight. “Think your boss can get a private dance instead?” Did I look foolish enough to say no to him? Stepping forward, I started walking toward the back rooms, pausing for a moment beside him to wink as I continued on. He was right behind me, walking past the curtains and down a hallway of about 11 rooms. “I want the premium.” His words came out slowly, practically whispered into my ear. I’d expect nothing less. We kept going down the hallway until we reached the premium room at the end. The biggest and most luxurious. The whole room was decked out in gold, including a small personal stage and pole in the middle of a large circular leather couch.