𝓣𝓲𝓹 𝓜𝓮 | 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏
"(Y/n)."
Strangely, my name was nearly like silk spilling from his lips.
"Tell me, where I can find you after this ends?"
His voice was nearly hushed, as if he wasn't dazed by his intake of drugs enough.
I let my hands gently graze down his muscular arms, sliding down his legs and back up to my hips. They swayed, sexily along with the music playing in the private rooms surround sound speakers.
I ignored his question, for the moment, as I raised my bare leg onto the black show table and hoisted myself up, my legs spread as I stood above him. His dull grey eyes were glassed, his mouth agape, and hands clenched.
My fingers danced in my sweaty, and messy hair as I slid down to my knees and trailed my hands down my body. My thighs tensed up as my fingers grazed along my hips and under my silky black panties' hems.
Levi groaned.
"Please, I need to know where to find you, other than a stripper joint."
I gulped down the mess building up in my throat, my hands slipping from my panties and back up to my tight leather bra.
I grasped the clips and twisted them.
Click.
The bra slid open, and down my arms, I shook my head.
"Not until I get my tips."
(Y/N) works the average waitressing job, tending to regulars coffee and omelet needs during the day, but by night, she's a secret stripper at "Dirty Dancin'." Nothing wrong with making a little extra side money, right? Especially when her boss is one of the biggest, well-known, gang leaders, Kenny Ackerman. Things seem to be going normal, but that is until she runs into someone familar at work and then catches the eye of the notorious "Underground" gang leader, Levi Ackerman.
