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"Guys, where the fuck am I." Your voice echoes throughout the strange room, your body sat in a cold, hard chair that makes you feel as if you should sit up straight. You know you're on a stage judging by the fact that you had to walk up a short set of stairs to get to where you are. The room must be empty if your voice is moving through it so loudly.
"Take the blindfold off." One of your friends murmurs to the other, the black cloth hastily shuffling over your eyes before the movements halt. "No, she gets to see him after it's done." You hear snickers and your heart begins to race, realization setting in as you remember the conversation you and your best friends had a couple nights ago regarding plans for your birthday.
"No. NO! I am not getting a lap dance from a strange man ok no!" You yell, their laughter growing as they remove the blindfold for a moment, letting it rest in your disheveled hair. "Listen, he's amazing. And super fucking hot, he's really great at what he does. We want you to wait until he's done to see him cause it'll be even more of a surprise and we also don't want you to throw up on yourself out of nervousness. Don't be so uptight, have a little fun. You deserve it."
Your best friends desperate pleading expression leave you sighing and rolling your own eyes and you slip the silk blindfold back over your face, your hands gesturing in the air. "Alright fine. Let's get this over with." You can't hide the smile growing on your lips as you hear their excited squeals and claps. You then cross your arms over your chest and place your left leg over top your right, your position in the uncomfortable chair being unintentionally guarded.
You hear soft whispers and footsteps, your stomach twirling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, though you try to remain as calm as possible. "Ok, good luck!" A whisper shout from one of your friends makes you jump in your seat, your voice shaky and choppy as you speak. "Wait! Where are you guys-" You hear doors shut, the click of lights going off making your breath hitch as you sit up in your chair.
You're just about to take the blindfold off, to run out and curse all of your friends for leaving, but that's when you hear it; the music. It's slow, almost too slow for you to even figure out how a person is supposed to sexily dance to it. But then, the beat comes in. It's seductive and alluring, sending chills up your spine as your lips part. It seems to vibrate through the entire room and leaves your chair buzzing, making you readjust your position.
Then you hear footsteps again. These are heavier, more languid. They definitely don't belong to your friends, and then it hits you that this must be the dancer. Holy shit. Fuck. Your cheeks burn like fire, making heat run down your body as you hear the footsteps come closer, perfectly on time to the beat of the sensual and exotic music.
"You look tense, there's no need to be." The voice makes you gasp, the deep and smooth sound making your mouth dry. Are strippers supposed to talk while they're doing a dance? "Do I have consent to touch you? Not anywhere private, of course." You feel the heat of the strangers body, and your senses tell you he's circling you. You have to admit to yourself, he sounds incredibly alluring. What's the harm in what's going on? Nothing. Maybe you should loosen up.
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Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines
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