mama as a midnight ballerina i need a stripper!reader x dennis whitaker moment.. maybe trinity forces him to go for his birthday and buys a dance for him and he’s all flustered and trying to be respectful
“trinity! I—I cannot believe I let you convince me to come here jeez..” dennis protests keeping his eyes towards the floor as santos tugs him deeper into the dark building by his elbow. women of all types saunter the floor and stage bodies barely covered by lace, leather and latex alike. dancing and moving with a type of grace he’s never seen before bodies swaying the loud hum of music reverberating off the walls. but he can only catch glimpses as he keeps his gaze set on the sparkly tiled floor, watching his feet walk in tandem with trinity’s
it’s dim, with colorful lights and music blaring, the bass so deep he feels it in his chest, it swims with the anxiety already present there creating a nauseating combination that makes his lips twitch. this whole place—situation, makes him insurmountably nervous, palms sweating profusely at being in such an..establishment. “oh cheer up huckleberry, you act like i’ve just brought you to a slaughter house.” “yeah we’ll i’ve never been to..a place like this.” she rolls her eyes and picks out an empty table. shoving him down in the seat with a satisfied grin. “think of it as supporting women, because we definitely are.”
he supposes she is correct, this is just another job for all the workers here. somewhere to go in, do your service and go. dennis has nothing against this line of work at all he was just..overwhelmed.
“stay here and try not to cream your pants, I’m goin’ to get drinks.” and with that she disappears into the crowd before he can even get a word in. so he does the only thing he can..he sits and waits. head tilted down and eyes stuck on his thighs. tracing over the stitching and small rips in the knees of the denim in an effort to distract himself, as he bounces his leg nervously. foot tapping the floor in quick succession. god he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t have let trinity bring him here. he was curious yes but that doesn’t mean anything, nothing at all. and before long he feels a tap on his shoulder, sighing in relief, turning his head expecting to see his roommate.
“finally, trinity can we please just go ho—oh.”
you were certainly not trinity.
the first thing he sees is your tits—face. its your face, and that pretty glossed smile you have on. besides that..not much else covers you. well apart from what has got to be the worlds tiniest bikini on you. that covers absolutely nothing aside from the bare necessities. smooth beautiful skin that seemed to shimmer under the lights on display. you’re bent over leant down to his height in the chair, the heels you wear make you dwarf him in size. so that when you stand straight he looks up..up and up. until he can get a clear sight on that gorgeous face of yours.
“dennis?” you ask, voice sweet as the sugared lemonade back home, just as refreshing too. he shamefully feels a twitch in his pants at the way you call his name.
“y-yes?” he whispers voice cracking and body setting on fire. eyes not knowing where to rest in fear of staring. so he settles for looking to the side. focusing on the various dancing bodies in his peripheral vision.
you giggle at his clearly nervous demeanor “a little birdie told me you were the birthday boy, s’that true?”
your pretty smile only grows wider reaching out a manicured hand out to him. long lashes fluttering down at him. “well, I have a special gift for you..care to come along sweetheart?” every word you say directed at him makes his head swim and body grow hot to the touch. nodding dumbly he grasps your hand as you gently pull him to his feet. now standing you’re definitely taller than him thanks to your heeled feet. walking him towards the stage, hips swaying while you look at him over your shoulder. dennis feels like the luckiest guy in the world— even if he still finds it hard to look at you.
continuing on he realizes you’re leading him to the stage. “wait wh-what’s going on?” his eyes widening as he frantically looks around him seeing if he can catch a glimpse of trinity, this whole thing was definitely orchestrated by her.
“its your birthday is it not? you get special treatment. it’ll be fun, I promise honey.” he can’t help the dopey grin that fights it way onto his face mumbling out an “okay”
once up the stairs you sit him down in a chair dead centered on the stage. the bright lights hurt his eyes causing him to squint as he scans the crowd until his eyes landed on his tormenter. leant against the bar a shit eating grin on her lips as she raises her drink towards him. he’s suddenly acutely aware of the amount of eyes on him— you actually. they’re definitely staring at you.
the music goes low for a minute as the announcer hops on, calling for a very specific birthday congratulations to none other than him. then theres applause and whistles, men and women alike yelling out birthday wishes. his cheeks burn red, mustering a small smile. then you walk back to him with a shot glass in hand, tilting his chin up. “open up baby.” and he does as told, obviously, he’d be a fool not to. making eye contact with you he lets you tip the shot down his throat with one hand on his chin holding it steady. the alcohol burns on its way down, supplying him with a heat in his chest.
“good boy.” you give his cheek a little pat well done.
god, he lights up at that. blinking at you with star filled eyes, trying to suppress a smile. watching as you put the glass down on the floor and look towards what he assumes is the dj— again he can’t see that well.
suddenly the lights go dim and he hears the clicking of your heels as a slow sensual song begins to ring from the speakers.
when they do come back on though he loses what little breath he had left in his lungs. you’re in front of him moving the music in a way that makes him dazed. his eyes flicker from the teeny tiny scraps of lace that cover the front of your cunt, barely at that. he can basically see everything you have to offer. from your tits to your face, his gaze is everywhere at once there’s so much to look at and he desperately wants to see it all but wanting to stay respectful. he keeps his eyes trained on your face to best of his abilities, tugging his lip into his mouth he grounds his hands on his knees, sitting stiff as a board.
seeing this you laugh again moving closer to pick his hands up, placing them on your hips moving them up and down your body.
his eyes are open wide, shocked at this new development. saying nothing while you continue, sliding his palms up to your breasts teasingly flexing your palms over his to make him squeeze them. before tugging them down to run over your ass and dennis feels like he’s gonna faint.
it only gets worse when you sit on his lap, not all the way though. mock grinding on him while he makes surprised noises under his stuttering breath. your body heat so close to him while he’s trying his best not to get hard, unfortunately it is extremely difficult in this particular circumstance. your finger’s lace into his curls pushing his face into your tits before leaning back to look at the crowd with a coy smile. his hands go up in the air, keeping them dramatically away from your skin. such a sweet boy you think, but that just wont do. it’s his birthday after all.
the second his nose is between the valley of your breasts he squeaks mumbling out “ohmygodohmygodholyfuck” under his breath.
you smell so good it’s unreal, like cherries and vanilla. it intoxicates him, although that might be the shot he took. god what was in that? he feels like he’s drowning in you.
when he finally comes up his hair is tussled and he’s uncontrollably grinning lips pulled into a permanent grin head lolled to the side as he gazes up at you.
“there he is!” you laugh and slink off him standing beside him to grab his cheeks as you make him look towards the crowd. “here’s the birthday boy!” again cheers and laughs erupt and he joins in laughing— he’s absolutely enthralled by all of this and it’s clear as day.
the song continues, you dance around and on him bending over in front of him and his jaw drops, he’s never seen anything like this, like you. the crowd urges him to grab you and you look back at him eyes low and utterly seductive.
“don’t be shy, dennis.” shaking your hips a little and his eyes are stuck on the movement, he gulps, its so so loud. the music, the yelling and the blood rushing to his ears.
hesitantly he reaches out to rest his palms over the curve of your ass sliding over the smooth skin even giving an experimental squeeze “w-whoa..” he’s not doing anything but touching you and he’s already lightheaded.
the dance continues on for about twenty more minutes and by the end dennis is gone. chest heaving, hands trembling topped off with a painfully obvious boner in his jeans. luckily you stand in front of him blocking it from view. just as the music dies down and the announcer gets back on the mic, pointing a long nail down towards his lap “might wanna tuck that away honey.” his eyes follow your finger “f-fuck! sorry..!” hurriedly he, all under your watchful gaze, maneuvers so his shame is concealed in his waistband.
“s’okay, happens all the time.” you lean down pressing a sticky kiss to his cheek and his heart flutters.
“that was a really fun dance, you’re adorable. hope you have a good birthday dennis.” then you’re gone, walking up the stage and disappearing into the curtains. he just kinda sits there in awe until the dj is yelling at him to get off the stage. scrambling out of the chair with a string of apologies, almost tripping on his way down the steps, speed walking over to trinity.
“now that was something huckleberry! you looked like you were gonna faint.” she’s absolutely dying of laughter. “it felt like it!” he hissed. “obviously, so how was it?” she leans in and dennis glances back towards the stage.
“amazing..” it comes out in a dreamy sigh. “yeah?” he nods frantically “she was like—like.” he leans in to whisper the last part “sex on legs.” trinity moves back and scrunches her nose at him.
“god you’re such a loser.”
