On The Pole- H.S. AU

Daniella Monet, is much more than a pretty face. Her looks, her skills, and especially her body have always been an advantage in her eyes. When she gets asked to work as a stripper in a secret federal mission of course she accepted. What was her mission? to find him.

Started December 4, 2020

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"Want to touch me?"I start to unbutton his shirt. Letting him touch me breaks every rule that I was taught both by the manager here, and by the FBI. But I broke laws too, and no one ever seemed to care. I looked him straight in the eyes and then brought my hand to touch the bottom of his hair. "Go right ahead."

After I spoke his finger went between the loop of the collar and pulled my head forward toward his. My breath hitched, and his mouth was open. I can't even explain the way my stomach flipped, fuck.

"Tell me to stop whenever you'd like." He wrapped his hand around my throat, keeping a hold of the collar with his finger. His other arm wrapped around my waist so his cock was pressed against my stomach. "What do you normally do here?" His eyes were locked with mine, but our faces were so close I could smell his breath. All I could smell was mint, no alcohol, no weed. Just mint.

"Lap dances, sucking people off, fingering people." I mean I had to be honest. There was no real getting out of answering that. I mean I'm sure everyone knows the answer to what goes on in these private rooms.

"You ever fucked in one of these?" His hand moves down to my ass, groping the flesh there.

"No." I brought my finger to trace the shape of his lips. "I don't come in here often."

"A pretty girl like you doesn't get a quick fuck every once and a while?" I almost laugh, but I hold it back.