Smut on the pole

||Surprise~||

My gaze lifts from my crotch to staring back out the window as boos and hissing of hate are exchanged... My eyes scan the stage, something was missing, something was wrong. Jack wasn't on the pole anymore and Tyler wasn't dancing. Instead standing like a confused dog doing head tilts. Panic sets in as Tyler begins to shout something, but I couldn't hear a word of whatever it was. But he looked mad, his mouth forming in a snarl, fists clenched as he throws his hands up.

'Not again!' I scream in my head. Quickly removing my hand from my pants, not bothering to zip them back up. Rushing to my feet, I run to my closed, locked door. Carelessly throwing it open, hearing it jump on its hinges as the metal handle indents into the red plaster wall with a crack. Despite the damage, my body continues its adrenaline run out the office to the hallway.

Midway down the hallway, I'm met with a force that stops me, colliding with something or rather someone in a flurry of green, white and a lot of skin color.

"Fookin jesus christ!" The figure yells in freight as my hands grab onto their sticky wet arm making me grimace. By the time I tried to let go, it was too late as we both fell to the floor.
The horrible cliche movie scene where they fall on top of you. Except it wasn't as flawless as they made it look in movies. Instead they landed on top of me like a fish out of water, winded me and stayed on top of me long enough to smell the odor of sweat and hear them breathing.

I gurgle a groan, attempting to sit up. Feeling a heavy amount of pressure on my chest. My hands move to try push whoever it was off me, but I was too winded to have any strength.
Suddenly whoever it was jumped up, almost like they had just came back to life and realized the situation. Sitting up, sitting their ass on my crotch allowing me to breath but making me uncomfortable as they rubbed slightly on my bulge. I look up to see a bright light that incased majority of the figures identity.

"Mark! Mark! Omg Im so sorry!" A distant voice apologizes. I continue blinking my eyes repeatedly, waiting for my vision to be back and focus on the person. Warm hands cup my cheeks as they get off me. Slowly lifting me to situp.
"Can you walk? I'll take you back up to your office" I smile knowing that caring angelic Irish voice that I could never get sick of. I nod wordlessly, still slightly winded. The only thing hurt being my pride.
He assists me to climb the stairs and sits me in my office chair. His rather sweaty hands cup my cheeks, looking me directly in the eyes. Scanning my face but I have no clue what for.
I stare into his eyes, seeing something I'd been waiting to see for a long time. Something I'd desired from him but never received. His pupils dilate and breathing in a desperate way. As if holding himself back.
His hands slide to my neck as he leans closer into my face. His warm breathe tickling my cheek. My hands cup around his neck as I pull his face to meet my lips. His soft warm lips hesitant till he becomes in sync with mine. I could feel him smile in the kiss, knowing it was what he wanted. He climbs onto my lap, making my office chair clunk in ways that concerned me that it would break. Grinding himself down on me.
I pulled away from the kiss, looking at him, wanting to offer another way. But his hand grips my collar as he speaks words that make me shutter.
"Mark... I'm sorry but I can't help it, I can't stay mad at you. Im sorry, I was stupid to get mad... But right now, I need your body, I need you"
A shiver goes down my spine.

"J-Jack a-at least do it somewhere s-safer." I stutter out as I hold in a moan.

"Oh but daddy... I want it here and now~" he complains in a tease, a cold finger running up my neck to under my chin. Forcing me to look up at him. I gulp, not wanting to ruin the moment but not wanting either of us to get hurt in a way we don't want. I push him off, grab his hand and force him to follow me, knowing I had a room next door that was named 'the fun room' that people could pay to use if they paid to get a lap dance or entertained one on one. But tonight I wanted it for me, it hadn't been used yet so it was clean. Not many know of this room, only our regulars.
I get us in and shut the doors and lock them, a smirk forming on my face as he knows what this room meant. He shoved me into the chair, seductively climbing onto my lap, his hands pressed on my shoulders as he pushes his chest up mine. Looking down on me making me feel weak and vulnerable in a way I liked.
His hands unbutton my shirt as his lips kiss mine roughly.