warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), mommy kink, fluff, slight phone sex, mention of masturbation, slight angst, jealousy, dirty talk, horny thoughts, finger sucking, smut, ripping of clothes, fingering, dommy wanda. minors, DNI.
a/n: a longer one this week (also early) and most definitely my favourite chapter so far. enjoy the drama, darlings! previous chapters are linked above. - xo, saph.
âi feel like i havenât seen you lately.â
your eyes shot up from the notes that had been counted and laid out in front of you, and as you shifted to the edge of the seat in front of agathaâs desk, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and the absurdity of the words made you let out a breathy laugh that you didnât even have the energy for.
âwhat are you-â your hands reached to scoop up the commission you had earned for the night, âi only took one day off!â you jested, and when your money sat neatly in one pile in your right hand, you opened up the black zip pouch in your lap, used only for your nightly earnings, and placed the cash in it followed by a quick pull of the zip.
âyou know what i mean!â agatha responded with a dramatic roll of her eyes.
âi know, i know,â you smiled at her, then leaned forward slightly to place the pouch into the dark brown leather duffle bag by your feet. âhow about you come over?â you asked as you returned upright, your gaze back on agatha. âthe customers have been difficult tonight, and thereâs a bottle of pinot with our name on it.â you wiggled your eyebrows, but you knew the words alone would convince her.
you didnât need to convince yourself, though, despite your tiredness. the customers were long gone, and you were the last dancer in the building to be paid out. why not? you thought, and considering you didnât know when youâd next see wanda due to the busy rest of her week, it wouldnât hurt to hang out with agatha again, especially after the long shift youâd both had.
âyou have a beautiful mind, kid.â agatha sighed, and you laughed at her tone. âlet me just finish up this paperwork.â
and as agatha picked up a pen, you pulled your phone from your coat pocket to scroll absentmindedly while the brunette finished the last of her closing tasks.
then a knock sounded at the office door, and when you turned your torso to face the wood, a tall, bald-headed man soon stepped in.
âhey, miss,â he nodded at you with a smile.
you instantly returned it upon seeing the man, âhi, henry.â you greeted him, and then returned to face forward, your eyes glancing at agatha who finished writing something before looking up.
âiâm all done, ags,â henry stated, âthe back shutters are down, and iâve made sure dandelion got to her car safely.â
âyouâre an angel as always,â agatha smiled, and returned to her writing, ây/n and i are leaving shortly, so you can head off now,â and then the sound of her pen quickened until she placed it down and stood from her chair. âdrive safe,â the brunette added.
âyou too.â henry replied, and you heard him step away until the office door closed with a resonating click.
âoh,â agatha started, and you put your locked phone back into your coat pocket as she began to tidy the desk and neaten her paperwork. âguess who i almost ran into a few days ago?â
âwho?â you asked, still sitting in your seat until you knew agatha was ready to leave.
ârio.â
âno!â you elongated, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the name. âthatâs⌠was she with anyone?â
agatha shook her head no, and then bent down to pick up her handbag from behind the desk. âshe was waiting ahead of me in line to order, and i justâŚâ she grabbed her set of keys, which jingled loudly inside the bag, âwalked away.â
instantly you rose from the seat upon seeing her ready to go, âjesus, i would too.â you said as you reached down for your duffle bag and swung it around and onto your right shoulder. âbreaking up with you to move, and then returning like what⌠less than two years later? who does that?â
ârio apparently,â agatha quipped, and you followed behind as she made her way towards the office door. âiâm certainly not going to message her⌠for all she knows, iâm unaware of her coming back.â
you shook your head in slight amusement at that. although the situation was a sore one for agatha, it was nice to know she could still be her usual petty self, even with someone you know she still deeply loves. âwell, you definitely shouldnât break the bread firstâŚâ you replied as you both stepped out of the office, through the changing rooms and out of another door that led you past the bar and onto the main floor.
âno, kid, no, i shouldnât,â agatha said as you looked around the empty area, and when she flicked a switch close to her, the room grew dark. you followed as you rounded a right corner, and down a hallway that led to the reception till. âenough of that for now, though, letâs go open that bottle of yours.â
á˘
the tv in your living room played low and quietly in the background as you and agatha sat on the corner couch-sofa with glasses of pinot, and as you watched her and listened to her speak about her week, you took a sip from your wine glass.
âso what has y/n been up to, apart from being my little money maker?â she asked, mimicking you with a sip from her glass.
you rolled your eyes playfully at the nickname, one of many that agatha calls you. âi heard some of the dancers are becoming jealous of you calling me that, you knowâŚâ you commented, but your tone was soft and unserious. because you didnât really care if it upset them. you secretly loved the nicknames, but you absolutely wouldnât let agatha know that. âif you keep it up, youâll be accused of favouritism.â
âiâd call them all my little money makers, if they earned as much as you,â agatha retorted, âplus itâs no secret weâve known each other for a long time.â
âah,â you sounded, âwell i think thatâs instead called cronyism.â you countered with a smile twitching at your lips as you remembered what wanda had said once during idle conversation - the difference between nepotism and cronyism. it was quite interesting to learn about, but you supposed anything coming from wandaâs mouth sounded interesting.
âwell look at you and your big girl words,â agatha chuckled, âyes it is, but no we wonât be calling it that. because then it would beg to question henry, and then all my best staff will be suspect.â
you laughed at that, shifting position on the couch-sofa from sitting on your feet, and as you faced the wooden table, you stretched your legs outward, feeling that satisfying pull on your slightly stiff muscles. âdonât worry,â you smirked, âhenry is basically a part of the furniture fittings, no matter where you set up shop.â
âand true for yourself,â the brunette smiled, with a twinkle in her eyes that made you instantly believe her, âi will always have a place for you, y/n, no matter what.â
as you rested your feet flat on the floor, you felt your bottom lip jut out at the words; you had heard them ten times over, but they always pulled at your heartstrings regardless.
you turned to face her, and repositioned your legs, one bent on the couch-sofa and the other resting free, and as she sat to your left and toward the corner that you had filled with several pillows, you couldnât help but reach your left hand to hold agathaâs, âi know i do⌠youâve seriously been the only constant in my life since she passed, and no amount of-â
you felt that tightness in your throat that you hated so much, and when your eyes burned slightly, you felt agathaâs hand squeeze yours as her eyebrows furrowed. your relationship with her was deeply bound, and the question of âwould she really be angry at you for dating a customer?â sprang to mind.
as you focused on willing away the curious thought and the urge to cry, the noise of your landline rang out into your open apartment as it pronounced itself from the kitchen behind you.
you and agatha ignored the ringing; you were both too deep in your sudden emotional turn of conversation, and as your right hand raised your wine glass to take a sip, agatha gave you a reassuring smile.
âyour mother would be proud of you, kid, and sheâs resting easy knowing that iâm here for you. i told her i would be.â
you wanted to give the woman a hug, and as you shifted slightly to put your wine glass down, your ears pricked at the continuing sound from your kitchen.
then, the ringing clicked to a stop and a high-pitched beep resounded, the signal for the caller to speak and for a moment, there was nothing but white noise playing out from your machine.
you heard a slight scuffling sound, and then the caller spoke. âhey! itâs wanda. i canât believe my first call went to voicemail.â
oh my god, and as wanda laughed that rich sounding laugh of hers, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. with a shaky hand, your wine glass clanged slightly against the wood of your table as you placed it down a tad harder than intended.
âi suppose you might be at workâŚâ she mused through the answering machine, and at that, you felt agathaâs eyes shoot towards your kitchen whilst her grasp on your hand loosened.
this had caught her attention now, and all you could do was sit in disbelief, and listen too.
âmeetings were horrid today, and i thought of you the whole time,â she sighed into the phone, âthat meal with pietro is tomorrow, and though i canât visit you at the club this week, i have early news that there will be a corporate party, and i was wondering if⌠youâd like to join me?â
oh my fucking god. your mind was thrown into a swirling pool of mortification as it fought against the almost overwhelming feeling of happiness at the question.
âi bought a new dress for it, like just now actually.â the redhead chuckled softly. but you werenât laughing; if this conundrum of a voicemail didnât kill you, then seeing wanda in a fancy dress certainly will. âiâd like to do the same for you, so call me back soon, darling. be safe.â
and with that, a double-beep sounded from the answering machine, and wandaâs voice was gone, along with all of the saliva in your mouth and the brainpower to process the situation.
ây/nâŚâ agatha spoke your name carefully, and as you looked at the back of her head, she continued to stare toward your kitchen.
you could imagine her face was written with confusion, and your stomach twisted with anxiety at what she could be thinking.
âa customer?â she asked, âwhat th- who was that?â agatha let go of your hand completely, and suddenly, your tipsy mind had sobered.
you watched as she raised her hand to her face, and you could tell she was chewing on her thumb in thought.
you wanted to lie, tell her wanda was just nobody, and no, it certainly wasnât a customer. but you couldnât think of a reply or an excuse, or even move as you sat there, staring at agatha who still wouldnât face you.
all that sounded in your mind was a chant of donât be mad, donât be mad.
then finally, she turned around, and you bit your bottom lip nervously as her face was how you imagined- contorted in confusion. your hands clasped together, and your body moved to stand up; shock had now dwindled somewhat as the will to fix this kicked in.
ây/n-â
âagatha i can explain.â you blurted.
âwait,â she held her hand up that was free from her glass of wine, and you didnât dare speak. the softness of her tone was the only thing that told you she didnât despise you. well, maybe not completely. âwas that the redhead?â she asked, though she sounded like she knew the answer already.
shit. youâre a smart woman, you mentally cursed. âhow did you-?â
âmy goodness, y/n!â agatha shook her head as she rose from the couch-sofa and stood before you, and as she downed the rest of her wine, she sighed and moved to refill her glass slightly, âyou know of my rules,â she drawled after she finished pouring. âjesus you- well if this wasnât cryonism before, it definitely will be now.â
âiâm sorry!â you whined, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout, âi donât want to put you in a predicament, and i told her what could happen if you knew.â
âyou did? and what did you say?â
you swallowed, but the feeling of dryness prevented it, and so, you sat down on the edge of the couch-sofa and also poured yourself another drink. you took a large sip before looking up at agatha. âthat youâd either forbid it or i could be let goâŚâ
âwhat?â agatha looked hurt, taking a step back, her legs hitting the corner of the couch-sofa. ây/n, is⌠is that really what you think?â
âitâs happened in the past,â you replied simply with a shrug, though the look on her face stung as you felt guilt wash over you at doubting how sheâd react.
âwell of course! those were doing it for the extra money, and thatâs a big fucking no-no. but y/n, you- i know in my bones that isnât whatâs going on here.â
âI promise itâs not,â you almost cried out, âagatha, fuck i-â your hands flew to cover your face as you sighed. she wasnât angry, she wasnât screaming for betraying her trust, and you wanted to laugh into your hands in relief. âsheâs really lovely, and iâŚâ you stopped yourself from saying the words. but you did, you liked her, and if this conversation was any indicator, you liked her a whole lot more than you realised.
âbut, why does she still come in to spend money?â agatha asked, before taking another sip from her glass.
your hands fell from your face. âshe enjoys it,â you smiled, trying not to think too deeply about the way wanda looked at you when you danced for her. âand to support me, i guess? sheâs certainly got the money to spare.â you blew a puff of air through your lips at the words. your mind still just couldnât register that this incredibly gorgeous, rich, and wholesome woman had come into your life.
âwell, if her suits are any indication of her wealth, thenâŚâ agatha exhaled lightheartedly, and she returned to sit beside you, a soft smile on her lips. âi hope you know i intend to be introduced to this woman. i donât care about favouritism,â she declared and you chuckled softly when she clinked the rim of her glass against yours. âyouâre important to me, and this is all kinds of brand new for you.â
you laughed with a smile, âiâd like that,â and you leaned your shoulder against hers and mimicked the woman with a clink of your glass to hers. âwhen the time comesâŚâ you quickly added, hoping she wouldnât have any ideas of properly meeting the redhead so soon.
âwow, agatha of âhouse of harknessâ and wanda maximoff in the same room,â you mused into your wine glass. âthe press would freak at a sentence like that,â you quipped before gulping the rest of the wine.
âsheâs wanda maximoff?!â agatha asked in disbelief, and then she too gulped down the wine in her glass. âmy god, how did i not realise?â
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agatha left an hour after wanda had called, and as you looked down at the landline, you eyed a small piece of paper next to it, on which you had wandaâs number written. you wanted to call her back, and though you were worried it was too late to do as such, your fingers pressed the buttons regardless of the thought.
you needed to talk to her, to tell her what just happened between you and the only mother figure in your life, and god, you still couldnât believe you had come out of it unscathed.
the noise of the phone calling as you held it up to your ear pushed away the gnawing guilt, and when a few rings passed, your right slippered foot tapped at the wooden floor beneath you. then with bated breath, you heard a click, and a quiet sigh sounded in your ear.
âhello?â
âwanda, hi,â your foot ceased its tapping, and you stood up straight at hearing her voice. âi hope i didnât disturb you.â
âoh, hello gorgeous,â she chirped, and you could practically hear her smile through the phone. her voice and the compliment made your stomach do backflips, and you chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes fixated on a few decorative magnets on your fridge. âyou didnât,â wanda spoke again, âi just forgot to save your number after i called, and i- well⌠i donât know who i thought was calling, but iâm happy itâs you.â
you chuckled softly, and her charming demeanour almost knocked the situation with agatha out of your mind. so, you turned from the fridge and leaned against the kitchen countertops, and with the feeling of its edge pressing into your back to keep you grounded, you readied yourself to speak.
âthatâs actually why iâm calling i-â you raised your free hand to your forehead, your eyes closing as you sighed through your nostrils. âso before you called, agatha came back with me after work for a catch-up, and⌠we heard you. she⌠agatha heard it all, and god, i donât know how, but she knew it was you.â
âshe what-? y/n iâm sorry, you⌠how did she know it was me?â
âby being a fucking genius, or something,â you exhaled, and your eyes bore down at your slippers as you let your hand fall to hang by your side. âor she saw right through me, i donât know, sheâs known me for a long time, and- well, the good news is, she didnât do either of the two things i said she would.â
âoh?â wandaâs voice had gone from shock to curiosity in a matter of seconds. âand what was the unexpected third option?â she asked.
âthe supportive and understanding kind,â you answered with a grin. âshe was actually more offended that i thought sheâd be mad at me.â
ây/n,â wanda sighed into your ear, and her voice sent a flush of heat to your face. âthat is good news, iâm happy i didnât cause a mess between you too.â
âimpossible,â you chuckled softly.
âiâm also happy i didnât say anything⌠dirty.â the redhead bantered, her voice low. âthat would have been awkward.â
your eyebrows raised as your lips parted slightly, and you let out a nervous, breathy laugh; the air was becoming hot around you, and it made you untie your dressing gown.
the coolness in the kitchen hit your bare legs, and you sighed at the sensation. ây-yes, that would have- what⌠out of curiosity, would you have said? if you were to...â
wanda chuckled, and as it echoed in your ear, your handâs grip on the phone hardened.
âiâd want you to know how much i miss your body, and your mouth,â wanda practically purred into your ear, and god did it make your head reel. you instinctively closed your thighs, then she spoke again. âand how i want to buy you a dress and tear it off you when the partyâs over.â
âmommy,â you moaned lowly, and when your clit throbbed, you rubbed your thighs together for friction. your mind reeled even more when you could feel how turned on you were, and so quickly. âi want that, and i want to come. it made me happy that you thought to invite me.â
âdarling i want nothing more than to have you beside me. it was already on my mind before i knew it was happening.â
the honest words made you blush with a soft âoh,â and you wanted so badly to tell her how you felt. but, on the phone wasnât the way you wanted to, so you bit back the words. âyou know what is on my mind?â
wanda hummed, and you smiled at the noise. âdo tell,â she uttered.
âhow iâd like you in my bed the next time you come here,â you replied, and heat from your face spread across your whole body. this was new territory for you both. new, and so incredibly hot. âthough making you cum on my couch⌠thatâs now ingrained in my brain.â
âbaby,â wanda cooed, and you wished she could magic herself to you; your body yearned for her, and it was unfair that she wasnât snaking a hand between your legs and touching you in all the right ways that she does. âyouâre so hot when you talk like that,â she breathed. âand i canât wait to see you.â
âi canât wait to see you too.â you responded, with a grin you just couldnât seem to get rid of since you started your first phone call with wanda. âi also trust you to buy me whatever you feel is best,â you then said. âyouâre honestly the best-dressed person that i know.â
âthank you, sweet girl.â the redhead giggled. âand thatâs right, leave it to mommy.â the title coming from her mouth made you bite your bottom lip as you felt desire course through you and down to the heat between your legs. âiâm going to order it before i shower, and itâll arrive tomorrow. will you give me a call after you try it on?â
the words had you swooning, and you were pretty sure that your weight against the kitchen countertops was the only thing keeping you upright. âi will, mommy.â you whispered, and your hand gripped against the phone once more, if only she were with you right now⌠âenjoy your shower, i wish i were a fly on the wall in there.â
wanda laughed softly, and you smiled; you love it when she laughs at your jokes. it was like music to your ears.
âwell then, youâd see me take a rather raunchy shower,â she quipped. âwith you heavy on my mind.â
âfuck,â you gasped, and you felt the plastic of your phone squeak in your hand as your grip hardened more and more. âwanda, i want you so badly.â the knowledge of her masturbating over you was torture, and your fingers itched to be there and touch her instead, or watch. the latter was a thought that made the pulse between your legs heighten.
âi want you, too,â she said with a groan. âgod⌠just one day, okay?â
âone day,â you agreed with a sigh, and you imagined your knuckles had paled from the force around the phone, so you loosened your grip, âiâll call you tomorrow, and thank you for whatever it is you order.â
âyouâre welcome, honey, and i look forward to your call. goodnight.â
and you smiled, despite the part of you that felt a tug of sadness at going without wandaâs voice. âgoodnight.â
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wanda, as she promised, had sent you a dress. it came in a big white box, and when you delicately raised it from inside, you gasped slightly at what she had picked for you.
it was a black, boat-neck maxi dress, and when you hurried to your room to try it on, you marvelled at the mirror as you twirled around, and saw the open back and cape sleeves. after spending a little longer admiring what the redhead has chosen, you hurried to the phone in the kitchen and called wanda like you said you would.
and now, a day later, you sit in the back of a car wanda had picked you up in, and as she sat to your left, you feel the most expensive you have felt in your life.
the pair of you together radiated elegance, and when you turned to the redhead, a smile on your lips, you took in the sight of her again.
âoh my god, wanda, you lookâŚâ
your lips part as she stands waiting for you in front of a black car that shines under the gleaming moon overhead. you step closer, taking in her curled hair and mid-length red silk dress with ruffles on the shoulders. wanda matched the shade of it to her lipstick and heels, and you swear she looks more and more gorgeous every time you see her.
the older woman smiles, and as you descend the three steps that led you away from your apartment buildingâs door. she raises a hand out for you to hold and you instantly take it, a sheepish smile on your lips.
âas do you, darling.â she says, looking at your hair that you had pulled into a neat, high ponytail for the night. âi must sayâŚâ her eyes raked up and down the length of your body, and the hunger that's evident in her face almost makes you wobble on a heel as she guides you to the open door of the car. âi have picked very well.â
âi do feel quite beautiful,â you blush, though youâre slightly mournful that you wonât be keeping the dress. your thumb strokes the back of wandaâs fingers as you reach the door, âand youâre sure you want to rip it?â you asked, cocking an eyebrow at her, and with the interior lighting illuminating you both, you watch the way her eyes shine at the question.
she smirks, and as she manoeuvres you in front of her, you ready yourself to carefully step into the car. âoh iâm very sure,â she purrs, and when you bend slightly and duck your head, you feel wandaâs left hand rest on your lower back. âbut since you like it so much, iâll replace it for you.â and the promise along with the feel of her hand on you, makes your head spin.
when you had arrived at the large hotel, you and wanda walked up the steps leading to it and in through the revolving door.
upon entering, you took in the sight around you.
from the high ceilings to the giant crystal chandeliers that illuminated the space, and the shiny marble that covered the floor and walls.
wanda, who had clearly been here before, didnât gaze around and instead guided your awe-struck self by the hand toward a large split staircase that wrapped up and around the front desk area. she picked the left set of steps to walk up, and as you ascended, you looked around at the sizable paintings hung up, your heels clicking against each step.
âalmost there, darling,â wanda said, and with her hold on your hand firm, she led you to the top.
before you knew it, there was a large open doorway on your left with a black roped barrier across the length of it. on the left pole of the barrier stood a sign marked âmaximoff industriesâ, and you couldnât help but smile thankfully, knowing you didnât have to travel up anymore steps.
a man in a black suit and tie stood with a clipboard, and upon seeing the redhead, he smiled shyly, then lifted the hook on the right side of the rope and stepped aside to let you both through.
wanda thanked him as you gave him a nod of appreciation, but you soon forgot about the man as the bright room engulfed your vision. with small decorative pillars travelling the length of each wall, and the high ceiling that held another large chandelier, you marvelled around you; it was certainly a beautiful place, one definitely for a celebration.
there were people all around, all dressed head to toe in fancy attire and either busy talking amongst each other, or waiting at the bar at the back side of the room to order drinks.
which was something you knew you needed if you were going to talk to any of the people wanda will most likely introduce you to. especially her family, and even though you knew her brother wasnât attending, you knew her father was, and that was an even scarier thought.
despite the anxiety you could feel swirling in your stomach, you focused on wanda with a smile, your hand still in hers, and she walked you closer to bar you had your eyes on. thank goodness, you thought.
âwanda!â a voice called in front of you, and the tall body of a gorgeous dark-skinned woman moved through a pool of people until she stopped in front of you both. âi was wondering when youâd show up.â
with your eyes on her, you tried not to think about the attractive stranger before you, and when she leaned forward to kiss one of wandaâs cheeks, you tried even harder not to pull the redhead closer to you. who was this woman?
âhi monica,â wanda smiled as she greeted her, and though you fought against the instinct to pull on her arm, your hold on wandaâs hand tightened slightly as you watched the woman who wore a dress that annoyingly hugged her in all the rights ways. âhowâs the party doing?â the redhead asked.
the woman, whom you learned to be monica, glanced at you before speaking. âitâs going good, but weâre not yet drunk, and it isnât a party until someoneâs wasted.â
âwith an open bar, i can imagine someone will soon enough,â wanda joked back. âby the way,â she started, and with her hand squeezing yours, wanda faced you, her right hand motioning at you. âthis is y/n.â
monica looked at you with a soft smile, and as she glanced at your form, you felt like you were being sized up. her observation of you made you stand straighter, and the woman with voluminous hair raised a hand out for you to shake.
ây/n, this is monica,â the redhead continued, and her thumb stroked your hand as you both looked at the woman. âshe works on my team as vp of operations.â
you forced yourself to smile at the woman, uttering a soft âhello,â to her, and you were quite thankful she offered the hand that wouldnât make you break from your hold of wandaâs.
so you accepted the gesture and shook her hand briefly. yes, i definitely need a drink, you thought.
it was like the redhead could read your mind, because wanda then placed her free hand on monicaâs bare arm and spoke the words you wanted to hear. âiâll see you soon, okay? weâre just going to the bar.â
you told yourself not to be ridiculous at the feeling of insecurity you felt as wanda led you by the hand toward the back side of the room.
for a moment, when you realised people were stepping out of the way, to let wanda through, your mind was replaced with thoughts of the older woman and the proof of power you knew she exuded. but, whilst you ignored the curious eyes on you as wanda kept you close to her, the strong feeling came back, and you tried hard to push away the surprising sensation of jealousy.
á˘
âfather, donât be obscene!â wanda laughed after interrupting the man, and his boisterous laugh joined with hers. ây/n doesnât need to know about that.â
âno i suppose not,â olek laughed into his beer glass, then turned forward to face you. âthough you donât seem the timorous type, y/n.â
you smiled at him with a shake of your head, slightly curious at what wanda had stopped you from hearing. âno, sir. there isnât much that shakes me,â you replied, âthough in my line of work, i think Iâve seen it all.â
you immediatley regretted the words when they left your lips, and you mentally cursed yourself for saying such a thing. even more so when wandaâs father raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
âah yes, iâve yet to know what your job is.â
âi-â i am an idiot, you thought as you raised your glass of wine to your lips, your eyes glancing to wanda who stood between you and olek. âi work in a nightclub.â
âhmm,â he sounded, âi imagine you have many a story from there,â and when he took a sip from the beer, his eye contact with you broke, and his attention turned to someone behind where you stood.
you almost sighed in relief when his scrutinising gaze left you. he had been curiously watching the woman his daughter had brought since she introduced you to him, and although he was funny and a gentleman, he certainly had an intense look about him.
you had no idea what time it was or how long you had been at the party for, but if the pain in your feet was any indication, you had been standing for far too long.
you turned to wanda to ask her for the time, but olek spoke one more to bid you both a goodbye.
ây/n, it was lovely to meet you.â he shot you a kind smile before facing wanda. âand you, darling, i shall see you tomorrow.â
you watched him leave, giving him a soft wave until he retreated to a group of suited men. then, you shifted further to the readhead who continued to watch her father, and your hand moved to her right bicep.
âwandaâŚâ you murmured, your eyes trailing down her arm, and through the multiple conversations and drinks youâd had, you forgot wanda was wearing a watch. your hand held her wrist as you eyed the clock's handles.
ten-forty, you read, and your eyebrows raised slightly. you had been there for over four hours. how had time passed by so fast?
just before you lifted your head to ask wanda if you could potentially call it a night, you felt a tap against your shoulder.
you turned to the feeling, and a man with a charming smile and a burgundy three-piece suit stood behind you. confused at the interruption, you fully faced the man, and you could sense wanda whirl around beside you.
âsorry to intrude,â he spoke, and his blue eyes pierced into you as he raised a hand to briefly scratch the side of his neck. âi just saw the back of this dress, and i had to see the face of the woman wearing it.â
âoh, i-â a faint smile spread on your lips at the words. the dress was indeed gorgeous, and incredibly different. you had never worn an open back before, or looked so elegant. âthank you,â you bashfully replied, your head turning to the older woman to your right, and to your astonishment, she didnât look like the wanda you were used to; she looked⌠intimidating.
the redhead stood firm, her hard gaze unfaltering on the man whom she had been studying, and then, she took a step closer to you, your hips now flush together as she smoothly snaked her left hand around your waist.
âmiss maximoff,â the man uttered as he looked at her, his eyes widening. âjesus, i-iâm so sorry, i didnât see you there.â he took a step back, his shoes squeaking against the floor as his feet moved awkwardly.
âno, i suppose you didnât,â wanda uttered lowly, and she sucked her tongue again her teeth before speaking again. âbut weâve never met before...â and you couldnât tear your eyes from her face as she spoke. you couldnât tear them from this angry-looking woman you had never met before. from a green-eyed wanda, and how they bore into him as she tilted her head, âwho are you here with?â she asked.
âwell, a friend of aâŚâ the man cleared his throat as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his trouser pants, âmichael, he- he works in hr⌠again, iâm s-â
wanda held the hand up that wasnât possessively around your waist, and the man instantly stopped speaking. âwell then, go tell michael that you have to unfortunately leave the party,â she simply declared, and when you looked back at the man, he frowned toward the redhead.
âwhat will i say if he asks why?â he questioned, his voice quavering slightly under wandaâs firm tone and strong demeanour.
âthat you have overstayed your welcome.â the redhead retorted beside you.
the man said nothing further and instead walked away in the other direction without so much as another look at you.
then, the hand on your waist relaxed slightly, and when you turned your head back to face the redhead, a sharp jawline and narrow eyes enveloped your vision.
âwanda?â you hadnât intended for your voice to sound so quiet, but she heard you regardless, and her head shot to look at you. your eyebrows furrowed slightly, and you watched as her gaze softened.
then, she exhaled with a shaky breath. âthe nerve ofâŚâ she trailed off in a whisper. âare you okay?â she asked, and the question nearly made you laugh in bewilderment.
âam iâŚ? are you okay?â you gently bit your bottom lip and shifted to turn in wandaâs arm slightly, then you raised a hand to her left cheek. the skin below your palm was on fire, and you almost gasped. âwanda, youâre so hot.â
âso are you, darling,â and her red, full lips spread into that gorgeous smile that you were happy was back on her face. âand clearly mr. three-piece thinks so, too,â she grumbled.
âno iâŚâ and you laughed at her words. to think you were trying to hide your jealousy four hours ago, and here wanda was, openly banishing a man from the party for complimenting you. âforget about him, iâm being serious. you feel too warm. can we get some fresh air?â
âiâll do you one better, letâs get out of here.â
á˘
stepping back through wandaâs home once again, you shivered slightly as a slight gust of wind caught you before she closed the door. the sound of it whistling was drowned away behind the walls of her home, and you smiled when wanda flicked a switch on, and the doorway lit up above you, and then, so did a portion of her living room.
you watched as wanda removed her heels, and you immediately did the same. you couldnât help but sigh when the cold floor soothed your bare feet as the ache of standing for so long spread throughout them.
then, as you stepped further into wandaâs home and into the open space of her living room, you looked down at your dress and raised your arms, swaying them just enough that you felt the cape sleeves move gracefully against you; from your shoulders, over the curvature of your backside, and then the back of your calves.
âyou look so ravishing,â wanda said from behind you, and the words made you freeze, along with the movements of your dress.
you smirked slightly as you continued to face forward, and with a promise from a couple of days ago now lingering in your mind, you couldnât help the excitement that swirled in your stomach at the prospect.
âmiss frank, please close the shutters,â wanda spoke again, and confusion almost made you turn to face the woman. but then the sound of the few sets of blinds shifted downwards in her living room, resounding a rhythmic, soft click. you had no idea she had such a feature, but the thought vanished when wanda continued. âstay like that for me, y/n.â
wandaâs voice was lusterous and low whilst she grew closer to you, and when her body heat radiated on your bare back, you hummed.
âi will, mommy,â you whispered out into the quiet space of her living room, your gaze choosing to settle on the large couch-sofa several feet away from you.
you felt a hand touch the exposed skin of your back, and your muscles tensed at the feeling as your heart rate quickened. then, her hand travelled south, and your lips parted when slender fingers traced their way down to your lower back, until the dressâs material stopped her movements.
she retreated away from you as a small breeze passed the skin of your back, and the sound of wandaâs feet hitting the floor faded away.
then you heard the shuffling of a drawer, and before you knew it, the redhead's feet grew louder again until she was standing behind you once more, and your heart jumped in your throat.
you had no idea what she was going to do next, but you wouldnât question it; instead, you let yourself be pliable under the hands of the older woman, and excitement whirled deep with in you as you continued to face away from her.
âyouâre such a good girl,â wanda whispered into the shell of your left ear as her left hand placed itself against your hip. âdonât move an inch.â
the action brought you back to wanda who previously had it there while she guarded you and expelled the man in the suit, and the anger and possessiveness that had emanated from her was⌠certainly a sight to see.
you still couldnât believe you were the cause and effect of it as you listened to wanda, staying still as a statue.
her hand moved from your hip to the back of your dress, and you felt her pull the curved hem away from your lower back. still, you didnât move, and when you heard the metallic sound of blades scraping against each other, you recognised it as a pair of scissors.
you felt your dress move slightly as she worked against it, and then, with a loud snip, she stepped back, and your dress rested against your back again. though you felt something new. the hem had a small triangle-shaped split, and your mind focused on the feeling as you heard her retreat again.
she returned a few seconds later and wandaâs voice sounded again. âthough i donât regret it, iâm sorry if i made you uneasy⌠with what i did.â and her hands moved to your lower back again, holding them against the hem she had cut into.
âi was surprised,â you replied, and the close proximity with wanda mixed with not being able to see her had your head reeling. âbut,â and you licked your lips. âyou didnât. it was⌠authority suits you,â you answered, and god it did.
the number of times you relished in the power she displayed with just a single look. it never failed to make a pulse form in the warmth of your underwear.
âgood,â she uttered, and you could hear a smile in her voice. âi surprised myself, you knowâŚâ she admitted, and the air began to grow humid and still around you. âthe way he looked at you,â she ruminated, her voice low as she spoke.
then, when wanda yanked at the split hem, a loud rip resonated, and you felt the dress pull and split until the air hit against the rest of your lower back, and ending just above the swell of your ass.
you gasped loudly as your eyes faltered shut, and your heart rate quickened. she was following through on her promise, and oh god, you were already so turned on.
âit just made me so⌠mad.â and when wanda sneered the words, another sound of your dress tearing ripped into the air, and you felt it move down as it exposed your ass and half of the back of your thighs. âshit, you look so good,â she husked out.
âi- i understand,â you spoke, heat spreading to your cheeks and your voice shaky as you tried to ignore the wetness between your legs. âi felt the same at the start of the party.â
the honesty that left your lips stunned you, but wanda hummed happily, and it made you forget the regret of speaking them.
âyou did?â she cooed. you sensed her lean slightly, and when her hands touched the back of your thighs, tracing her fingers down your skin delicately, you knew she was near the rest of the dress that was one pull away from being ripped off you.
âyes,â you softly gasped out, your hands clenching into fists as your eyes remained closed; you felt like you were going to combust. âthat vp of yours.â
âoh honey,â wanda spoke, and her breath ghosted the skin she had exposed. âyou have nothing,â then wanda pulled one last time, and your dress ripped completely. âto worry about.â
you felt the torn material shift against your shoulders as the integrity of it was faltering. it started to fall down your arms, and the air around you began to engulf your naked form as the dress fell and pooled at your feet.
your eyes shot open to look down at your bare chest and the lace front brazillian brief you wore and before you knew it, wandaâs hands came into view as she stood upright. then she stepped flush against your back, and the feel of her silk dress on your skin made you moan softly.
as you watched, her hands touched your stomach before travelling upwards to cup your chest and massage them in her hands. your mouth fell open, and a louder moan was pulled from you when her mouth moved against the nape of your neck, and her tongue swirled against the skin.
with the blinding thought of her wanting to reach into your underwear and touch you, you ground your ass against her, âwandaâŚâ you gasped out.
the redhead groaned at your action and desperation for her. âsweet girl,â wanda purred near the shell of your left ear, and her right hand let go of its gentle work against your chest and snaked itself down your stomach. the soft feeling of her fingers as she grew closer to your underwear made the muscles underneath flex and jump, and wanda chuckled at the bodily reaction. âmommy will give you what you want,â she whispered, and your hands that were still in fists clenched harder.
her right hand smoothed itself over your clit through the lacy material, and you gasped at the sensation. âyes please.â you spoke softly, your mind so caught up in the way wandaâs middle finger stroked itself gently through your clothed folds and back up to your clit.
her left hand, which was still cupping you, moved to pinch the nipple, and your chest arched into her touch. it was all so overwhelming, you could feel that knot form in your stomach, and you almost groaned at the burning desire to have her fingers inside of you.
your pants grew heavier when wandaâs hand moved your lacy underwear to the side, exposing your wet folds and your head lolled back against her forehead.
when your ponytail halted your movements further, you closed your eyes and savoured the feeling of her middle finger parting your folds with a moan.
âyouâre so wet,â wanda mused at the sound it created when she travelled to your hole that was ready and waiting for her. âi want you to cum like this.â
âit wonât take long, mommy,â you promised. your sensations were in overdrive, and you could feel that knot tightening in your stomach. âgod, youâre soâŚâ and your voice trailed off as your mouth hung open at wanda easily slipping the digit inside of you.
she began to slowly pump the middle finger in and out, and a patch of her palm hit against your clit with each movement.
âyou make me feel so good.â you whispered out, and with your eyes staying shut, you focused on how her silk dress pressed against your bare ass and her heavy breathing that sounded in your left ear.
wandaâs fingers pinched your left nipple some more, and then you felt her hand shift from your chest to wrap itself around your neck.
oh god, you thought.
wandaâs dominance and the memory of her jealous demeanour had your clit throbbing hard as she continued to fuck her finger into you, and you could feel yourself getting closer by the second.
her fingers flexed against your jugular, and the sensation made you gasp as your hands moved from their clenched state by your side to rest behind your head and in wandaâs hair. âiâm gonna-â
your orgasm hit you so hard, your thighs instantly clamped around wandaâs hand as your fingers gripped slightly in the threads of thick red hair, and all you could do was moan and convulse against her body as she held you by your neck.
though her movements were restricted, wanda still thrusted her finger into you as you pulsed and contracted around it, and she didnât stop until your body relaxed against her, and you were left a panting mess.
your eyes fluttered open after a few deep breaths, and your vision blurred slightly as you adjusted to the room around you. âfuck, that was-â you choked on your words as the feeling of dehydration hit you, and you licked at your lips to help satiate the need.
âsuch a good girl, y/n,â wanda husked out, âhere, take this,â she uttered against your left ear, and you were confused for a moment as you felt wandaâs hand gently snake itself from the grip of your thighs.
you gasped slightly at the empty feeling, and with the chance of your lips already open, wanda placed the wet middle digit in your mouth.
you moaned around it in surprise, the taste of yourself prominent as her finger rested on your tongue. your already flushed cheeks burned as your mouth salivated, and you immediately sucked on wandaâs finger as it quenched the desire for a glass of water.
but, standing in awe with your naked form heaving as you came down from the high that wanda had gotten you to, your mind suddenly rid itself of the thought of fluids, and the only thing that remained was the overwhelming urge to tell wanda how you felt.
for now, though, you swirled your tongue around wandaâs fingers and sucked away the words of âi like youâ.
warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), mommy kink, fluff, yearning, dirty talk, horny thoughts, thumb sucking, slight smut, praising, mentions of cunnilingus. minors, DNI.
words: 4.4k
a/n: hope everyone enjoys another weekend! happy reading, darlings, more to come soon :). all previous chapters are linked above! - xo saph.
the last time you were with wanda was etched deeply in the crevices of your brain. and as you strolled past designer stores, a few carrier bags in one hand, you eyed another one that suited your taste.
with your body beginning to warm up from the chill that the wind carried outside, your eyes searched. you wanted nothing more than to kill time before your journey home, and most importantly, you needed a distraction from the redhead; spending money usually did the trick.
bingo, you thought, spotting one instantly that you hadnât visited for a while. and so, you stepped through the automatic double doors and into the harshly lit store, your eyes scanning the selection of clothes that hung on high and low racks.
as you browsed aimlessly around, your eyes caught a snippet of ginger hair to your far left, almost hidden behind a section of black blazers that were hung on a rotary rack. no⌠it couldnât be. your palms grew damp, and a shoe squeaked against white tiles as your body came to a near-whiplashing halt.
a blazer section seemed like a likely place to find wanda, but you were doubtful, even though your heart rate quickened as if it were actuality.
you eyed the fragment of hair you could see, frozen and waiting for the person to reveal themselves. then, as if you willed it with your mind, they did. a woman came into view, and you let out an exhale through your nostrils as a stranger rounded the set of blazers and hurried over to another lady, who was busy holding up a green blazer by the hanger as she showed it to the redheaded woman.
you shook your head slightly, confused at yourself for such a reaction at a possible interaction with wanda. you had never felt like this before. this all-consuming thing.
it had been two days since you had been wined and dined at wandaâs home, and though you knew she was a businesswoman with much to attend to, you missed her. quite greatly.
âi assume it wouldnât be smart of us to exchange numbers?â wanda asks meekly, her hands holding your right, mindlessly playing with your fingertips as she gazes at you. âor did i just make myself sound incredibly odd with that question?â
you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. âagatha wouldnât dare, but you are right to ask.â the redhead smiles slightly at that, seemingly thankful she didnât sound dense with the query. "but, i would prefer to use my landline."
"you have a landline?" and an eyebrow of wanda's quirks at that, the action making you giggle.
"i may be younger than you, but i've grown to prefer it," you quip back, and your mind relishes the feeling of wanda holding your hand. "though maybe that's because my phone is old and the audio is terrible."
"and your phone is old because...?"
"i'm a stubborn woman." you reply simply, and it was true, you were, and you refused to buy a new one until your current broke. so you settled on using it for social media and emergency calls, until the inevitable came.
wanda watches you for a moment, clearly contemplating something; her mindless playing of your fingertips ceases as she instead pulls you closer.
your free hand instantly moves to her lower back without a thought, and you almost hum at the warmth radiating from her. âi understand,â she utters, her plump lips spreading into a small smile. âdo you have an answering machine?â
you nod in response.
âgood.â she grins from ear to ear, and then, the act of her placing a chaste kiss to your right cheek stuns you. âso youâll know i called when you arenât home.â
since then, wanda hadnât called, or if she did, she certainly didnât leave a voicemail to let you know she had.
and as you stood rigid, you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of how strongly you felt toward this woman - a customer from your strip club.
except⌠she wasnât just a customer. Your clientele were lonely rich men, or just simply desperate and perverted. wanda was neither. wanda was a kind and benevolent woman, whom you just so happened upon one day. and although you believed the universe never favoured you, you felt lucky to have done so; chance had waltzed a heavenly being through those doors, and who would blame you for liking her?
âneed any help, miss?â
a staff member spoke behind you, and you turned away from the two women and blazer-filled racks to face them. your eyes land on a meek girl, clearly in training; smiling at her politeness, you shake your head no. âbut thank you.â you replied, and so, the girl smiled and bid you goodbye, moving past you, and toward the section your eyes had been glued to.
with a sigh, you felt your excitement to shop at the store drift away, and with one last glance around, you headed back to the way you came in.
as you continued on with your now slightly cracked plan of distraction, you walked by more stores. then, a moment later, a commercial unit ahead caught your eye, and as you neared it, you saw a man stood alone in the space.
a picture on a large rectangular board displayed behind him cleared in your vision, and you gulped at the sight. staring back at you was wanda, who stood proudly in a blown-out photograph with her father, both of them standing side by side with the words âmaximoff industriesâ decorating it in red lettering.
before you could linger on the image and how wanda looked phenomenal in it, your feet moved on their own accord and towards the lanky man in uniform who held a clipboard. as he gazed around at shoppers who either ignored him or simply paid no attention, he turned, smiling widely at your presence as you walked closer.
âafternoon miss!â he greeted as you stood still in front of him.
you smiled hesitantly, glancing at the board that now stood taller in view. your eyes ghosted over wanda, before you replied. âgood afternoon. could you tell me what this is?â
âcertainly! so, maximoff industries is testing the waters with the public, branching out from private companies to independent ones. the scheme was launched yesterday, with different kiosks around the city area.â
the staff member's reply made you smile, but for the reason that wanda was incredibly busy like you assumed.
a new launch must have her swamped, and that small pit in your stomach that doubted her wanting to speak to you faded away. âthank you,â you started, a foot taking a step back from him, âhave a good day.â and with that, you walked past the space, and away from wandaâs green eyes that bore back at you in the large photo.
feeling slightly better from the newfound information, you continued on and directed yourself to the toilet area to your far left. then you would leave and return home.
with the perk of being self-employed, you had decided not to work at the club, and the excitement of doing nothing for the rest of the day was strong.
as you thought on it, you veered left into the tiled space and grabbed the handle on the womenâs door, and as you pulled it open to reveal the small corridor before the next door, you froze.
your hand gripped the silver handle harder, staring forward like a deer in headlights.
âoh,â wanda uttered with a smile that spread into a grin at seeing your face, even if you did look surprised. âhello, darling.â
âwanda,â you breathed out, stepping into the small space and letting go of the doors weight, and as it slowly closed behind you, you couldnât believe your eyes. âi just saw- well i thought i saw you at first, and then i actually saw you, but a big picture of you, and i-â you eyes dropped to the floor briefly as you willed yourself to think straight, and when you raised your head again, wanda stepped closer to you. âwhat are you doing here?â you asked.
she laughed softly at your reply. âi assume you saw the commercial space? i was visiting it, checking on how itâs doing.â she scanned the bags you were holding, then returned to your gaze. âbought anything nice?â she asked, taking one more step closer to you, and the proximity to her had your eyes faltering to her lips.
and as your eyes lingered, appreciating how good they looked, you had to bite your bottom lip and back the urge to close the small gap between you and kiss her. you hummed a yes in response, not trusting your words or how they would sound.
âsomething on your mind?â wanda asked, her voice just above a whisper, and the sound immediately pulled you away and forced you to make eye contact; green eyes pierced into you, and her intense gaze only magnified your need to feel her lips against yours.
yes, you thought, but you shook your head at her question. âno.â and the way your voice rose in pitch made you cringe at the obvious lie. iâve missed you.âso, howâs the launch doing?â you asked.
âsurprisingly well considering father's hesitance, but iâm sure heâs grateful for my convincing him now.â
your eyebrows raised slightly at this: âit was your idea to branch out to independent businesses?â and as you continued to tell yourself to look at her eyes only, you felt admiration towards her statement.
âcongratulations, wanda,â you smiled softly at her, your free hand moving on its own accord to rest on a blazer-covered forearm of hers, âwill you be celebrating?â you asked, and once again, you relished in the soft and expensive feel of her clothes.
wanda glanced down at the contact, but quickly returned her gaze. âif the launch goes extremely well, then we may be hosting a corporate party, but besides that, itâs just another day to father.â
âbut,â you started, and your hand shifted from resting against her lower arm to holding it. âthis is great news for you! we should- no, i assume youâll be too busy to.â
âwe should, what?â wanda asked softly, and you donât miss the way her eyes briefly skimmed your lips. the action made your heart jump, and as you thought how she undoubtedly wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her, it dawned on you that you had yet to answer.
âwe could celebrate together?â
wanda let out an airy laugh, âyou are⌠something else, you know?â
your eyebrows contorted in confusion, and now it was your turn to laugh. âsomething else?â
âiâve just never met anyone as sweet as you,â wanda expressed with a grin, and you felt heat travel to your cheeks at the compliment. âi would love to. are you free later?â
the question almost made you gasp aloud.
and as you tried to soothe your excitement at seeing wanda again, and so soon, you moved your attention from her forearm to her hand, and when you felt slender fingers touch yours, you gave them a gentle squeeze.
âi am,â you said, and as a spontaneous idea sprang to mind as you continued to hold hands, you smiled at the woman. âwould you like to come to my apartment?â
á˘
champagne, bucket, ice, glasses.
and as you scanned the items you had placed neatly on your low wooden table in front of the corner couch-sofa, you wondered if you had done everything on your mental list since arriving home.
you had, of course, spruced up the open apartment; you didnât live haphazardly, but after seeing wandaâs house twice now, you felt a want to impress her with all that you had made for yourself, even though it was no secret that your homes were very different.
because, despite the jokes youâve quipped about your place, you had gone through the majority of your life alone, and with only agatha to lend a helping hand when she could. so as you looked around, you felt proud you had built your way to where you are.
a knock at the door made your head spin to the sound, and all of a sudden, a wave of nerves washed over you as you fretted to check you were still presentable. and, as you walked from the living room and over to the doorway on your right, you glanced one last time at the space behind you, a hand reaching for the doorknob.
you twisted it and pulled the door towards you, a glimpse of wanda making your heart quicken, and when you completely opened the door, the full view of wanda in a dark blazer dress made your eyes widen.
shock and amazement had pushed your nerves aside until you forgot about anything and everything but wanda and her unaccustomed choice of clothing. a dress. fuck, a dress.
your eyes raked down over her form. you took in the black low-cut outfit, travelling from the exposed skin of her chest to her belted waist, then continued to roam down her legs until they landed on a pair of matching heels.
your head shot up to meet her gaze, a puff of air expelling from your lips.
the sight of her almost drowned out the feeling of gratitude for your choice to dress on the nicer side: black trouser pants with a textured burgundy turtleneck to match.
though you felt that nothing you could wear would match up to wandaâs style. so chic and elegant, and as the thought whirled in your mind, you forced yourself to speak. âwanda,â you said with a smile and took a step back to make room for her to walk through, âyou look⌠wow.â
when wanda stepped through the threshold of your apartment, you felt your hands dampen as you watched her eyes take in the space she could see so far. âthank you, y/n,â wanda faced you, that gorgeous grin plastered on her face, âi wasnât sure what to bringâŚâ and her right hand raised a white plastic bag that you hadnât even registered her holding. âthereâs dom pĂŠrignon, popcorn, and nuts.â
returning her grin, you couldnât believe what was happening. a supernal woman was in your home, and you were going to get drunk on champagne with her, and get up to god knows what. âi think i have a spare bucket,â you said, closing the door behind you, âthereâs some on ice for us already.â you gestured a hand out and as wanda gave you the bag, you took her left hand and started a slow walk forward, âcome with me.â you uttered.
after leading both of you through the doorway and towards the kitchen on your left, you gently let go of wandaâs hand and placed the bag on the countertop. âso,â you started, bending over slightly to open a low cupboard door in search of another ice bucket, âwhatâs your plan this week?â you asked, and when you pushed a few pots and pans to the side, you found one.
âa few business meetings,â wanda said, the feeling of her eyes on you strong as you returned upright, and after you placed the bucket next to the bag, you turned to face her. âa meal with pietro, and if the rest of these next few days go well, a party.â she finished.
âpietro⌠is your brother?â you questioned, even though you already knew this. but you didnât want wanda to know of the tweet you looked at when waiting for her at the club a few days ago.
wandaâs lips twitched into a smirk, and you felt yourself freeze, âdid you forget about that picture? you seemed quite taken by it.â
shit. you had been right to question how long she had been standing before you until she spoke your alias.
âno i-â you fidgeted on your feet, âwell, i was taken by it⌠and you were standing-â you shook your head, and although you felt embarrassed, you smiled. âyou are a sneaky woman, wanda.â
she laughed softly at that, and when she took several steps forward, your gaze was enveloped by a sea of green and orange hair that she had decided to straighten.
sneaky, and so beautiful, you mused.
âi donât mind, you know?â wanda bantered as her right hand placed itself on your cheek, âmillions of others see those tweets, plus⌠i like your eyes on me.â
you felt a flush of heat spread across your body as you smiled at her words, and you placed a hand against her belted waist before you spoke again. âi likeâŚâ your eyes glanced down at your hand, and it flexed against her waistline. you wanted to kiss her so badly. âi like your eyes on me too.â and as you whispered the words, wandaâs hand moved from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up to face her.
you were both so close, and the smell of her lingering perfume and the look of her lips filled your senses.
then, the hand on your chin guided you towards her, and you excitedly closed the gap. a surprised moan sounded from wanda at your eagerness, and her body pressed itself flush against yours. your heart hammered against your ribs as she kissed you back, and then the hand on your chin shifted to cup the back of your head, and her slender fingers tangled softly through your hair.
wanda deepened the kiss for a fleeting moment, and as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. âcome on, gorgeous,â she husked out, and you gaped at her dilated pupils. âweâve got some champagne to pop.â
á˘
âno! i swear to you,â wanda laughed, âbefore you first walked over to me, she said, âif you are too poor to be here, you should leaveâ, then she just strutted away.â
you laughed into your champagne glass and then took a sip before speaking, âthatâll be jane, sheâs⌠no-nonsence, for sure.â
âjane, yes! oh my god,â wanda effused with a shake of her head, âbut i had eight hundred in cash in my pocket.â
âsheâs also not the best judge of character sometimes, mainly towards the women that come in.â you retorted, and as you sat opposite each other on your couch-sofa, your eyes glanced down at the bare knees that were inches away from touching your trousers. she sat on her left side, her elbow propping her upright, and she looked delicious.
âiâll say,â wanda quipped, then reached over to the wooden table and grabbed her champagne glass. she looked to be in thought for a moment, returning her arm to its position on the back of the couch-sofa, then she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. âdo you get many customers that are women?â
âoh yes,â you elongated, remembering the women you had danced for over the years. whether it be from curiosity or sexuality, they wanted a dance just as much as the men that came through the doors, even if, like wanda, some were doubtful at first. âplenty.â you added, then took another sip from your glass.
âbut iâve never met a woman quite like you,â you admitted with a grin, the bubbles from the champagne lowering your inhibitions and adding a touch of confidence that you welcomed. âthree hundred from a conversation was a nice surprise.â
you watched as wandaâs cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and you felt such pride at making her blush.
the redhead bit her bottom lip gently, âi donât think iâve ever had such a mental battle with myself.â
it was attractive of her to divulge, and the words drew you closer, your body shifting forward until your shins rested over her knees and the right side of your back pressed against a pillow. you looked into the green of her eyes and smiled. âwhat made you return?â it was a bold question, but you were both now drinking the bottle wanda had brought, and it was certainly worth the price.
âhonestly?â wanda drank the rest of the champagne in one refined gulp, then held the neck of the empty glass on her hip. âi had a dream about you.â
oh. that familiar churn of arousal in the pit of your stomach made your heartbeat quicken, and your head raced with so many thoughts. âyou did?â
wanda hummed in response, and you felt her knees push slightly against your shins as she reached to place her champagne flute on the table, then returned to her upright position. âi did, and you are even better at dancing than i had dreamed.â
âwandaâŚâ you whispered bashfully. you felt that familiar tingling sensation between your legs, and your hold on your champagne glass hardened.
in hopes of distracting yourself from the feeling, you gently shifted your legs and placed your feet on the floor, and as you reached a hand into the bucket, you pulled out wandaâs dom pĂŠrignon and topped your glass up slightly. then, in a swift gulp, the champagne was gone, and you willed your mind to calm down.
thoughts of wanda taking you right there and then on that couch-sofa whirled around inside you, and you made yourself breathe deeply through your nose, and set your empty glass down. then after returning the bottle to the metal bucket, you turned to wanda who gazed back at you, her sight on you steady.
âi mean it.â she spoke into the air that grew still between you, and you wanted to whine at the words, because you knew she meant it. the way she looked at you in the dance booths of the club⌠it was like she was in pure awe of you.
âi know you do,â you replied softly, watching as wanda shifted on the couch, placing her feet on the floor, and sitting up straight.
the blur of bare skin had you glancing down to her thighs and the hem of the dress, and the thought of touching wandaâs legs invaded the crevices of your brain. when your eyes returned to the redheadâs, your left hand reached into the slight gap between wandaâs legs to rest your palm against the inside of her thigh. âyou look at me with such hunger, it makes me soâŚâ you trailed off.
wandaâs thighs flexed against your hand as she leaned in closer, âso, what?â she asked, her voice low and so attractive.
your thumb that rested free close to the top of her thighs stroked at the smooth skin, and you relished in the feeling and the warmth that radiated onto your hand. âdesperate for you,â you finished, licking your lips slightly as your mouth dried at the divulgence.
âfuck.â was all wanda uttered before she closed the gap between you. the unexpected force made your torso lean backwards somewhat, and your right hand raised to the back of her head as you whimpered into the kiss.
your heart rate quickened, and your left hand gripped the inside of her thighs. you were so desperate for her, and before you knew it, your left hand moved out from the space between her thighs and instead to the back of her legs, and you were pulling away from her lips. you opened your eyes, panting slightly as you watched wanda and used your right hand to grab the pillow behind her to rest it flat.
and then, in a quick movement that pulled a surprised noise from wanda, you lifted her legs onto the couch-sofa and rotated her onto her back. as orange hair splayed out as her head rested against the pillow, you smiled at the sight and your hands moved to the back of her knees to bend them and eagerly situate yourself in between her legs. as you leaned over her and back in to kiss her, the motion caused her dress to ride up to her hips and wanda hummed at the feeling of the front of your jeans pressing against her underwear.
wanda placed a hand on your lower back, pulling you flush against her, and when her other hand rested against the nape of your neck, you leaned down to kiss her neck. they quickly grew sloppy, with your tongue flattening against the skin and moving up to her jaw.
âplease let me make you feel good, mommy,â you spoke against her, nuzzling your nose against the skin below her jaw, and your hips instinctively rolled against wanda, a soft gasp filling your ears as you did.
âyou are a good girl, my godâŚâ the redhead husked out with a grind against you that had you returning your lips to her neck to kiss and run your tongue over. âand so good with your mouth.â
thatâs when the image of your head between her legs, her hands in your hair, flashed in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to make it true.
âi want to make you cum from it,â you spoke as you pulled away from her neck to hold yourself up and look down at her and into that sea of green that youâd happily let yourself get lost in, âand taste you again.â
the hand from the nape of your neck moved to your cheek and a thumb traced itself over your bottom lip that shone from your saliva. you were so incredibly wet and turned on, and the groan that came from wanda when you took her thumb between your lips and sucked softly only spurred you on even further. âsuch a good girl,â wanda cooed, âyou eat mommyâs pussy so well.â
the compliment and vulgar word coming from wanda made you mewl around her thumb, and as you gazed down at dilated pupils, you sucked one last time before releasing the digit and shuffling backwards to lie on your front. as you propped yourself on your elbows, you looked at the dark patch on wandaâs almost knuckle-biting thong, and licked your lips at the visible proof of her need for you.
with your hands moving under and around the back of her thighs to rest against her hips and the bunched-up dress, a thought yelled in your mind again.
thinking about wandaâs hands and her black tipped fingers as they move delicately in the air, red wisps of her magic swirling around them. ugh, I need evil wanda biblically
Hey!! Im not very tumblr savy but when i go to read the previous chapters of inches between us/tension between us, it has a mature warning on and wonât let me read it - do you know how i can fix this? đŤŁ
hi darling! that's a shame :(
if it won't let you click 'view post', the issue could be either of two things (i think)
go to account settings > content you see > turn on 'show mature content'.
tumblr doesn't have your birthday year and is probably assuming you are underage.
warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), lap dance, yearning, praising, smut, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mommy kink, fluff, humping. minors DNI.
words: 3.3k
a/n: happy weekend to everyone! I had so much fun with this chapter :). enjoy <3 if you havenât already, read the first three chapters linked above - xo saph.
slow erotic music continued to play from the speaker, and with a side-to-side shake of your hips, your ass bounces, pulling a groan from wanda as she watches you move in front of her. in the mirror you face, you see her watch you like a hawk; her eyes trained on you, hypnotised and enchanted by the swell of your ass, and the smooth movement of your hips.
you knew you were good at what you do, despite brushing off agathaâs compliments of âthis one⌠sheâs the best of the best.â but the way wandaâs eyes burn into you was something youâd never seen before. the woman was enamoured by your talent of dancing, and like you were the only person to exist right now.
she was respectful in all the right ways, yet still eye-fucked you regardless. you relished it; you really enjoyed the attention coming from the redhead.
It made you feel good.
you turn around to face the older woman, âso, miss maximoff,â you husk out, and as she looks up at you, she smiles a surprisingly sheepish grin at the name. the effect makes a smirk twitch at the corner of your lips, and you lean downwards slightly, your bra-clad breasts sitting close to her face. âwhat will i be drinking with my meal?â
wandaâs silent for a moment, her eyes focused on your cleavage. you linger for a moment, letting her appreciate the sight before moving your torso higher until your stomach faces her, and you let your body roll fluidly to the music.
âwine.â wanda replies lowly as she continues to stare.
âhmhm,â you hum agreeingly. âwhat kind?â it was certainly entertaining to see her mind struggle to focus.
âwhite, and there is lemonade to top it up with⌠if youâd like.â
âan attentive mommy, i see,â you purr in response, your left hand resting on her shoulder.
you felt a tingling sensation beneath the confines of your underwear when wanda moaned softly, and her hands that still rested on the edge of the seat gripped harshly, the faux leather stretching at her fingertips.
âsuch a good girl,â the redhead husks out, her hot breath hitting the skin of your stomach as you continue to move. âso talented.â
a spike of heat rises to your already flushed cheeks, and before you could utter a reply, the timer on your phone sounds in the booth, cutting your music off. you immediately raise your head, your motions coming to a stop as you reach to turn off the timer.
once you did, you paused the music that tried to continue after its interruption and leaned down to face wanda, âworth the extra time?â you asked, though from wandas heaving chest and parted lips, you knew your answer already.
âabsolutely, i canât believe that was only ten minutes.â the redhead uttered.
the words made you smile proudly. âtime certainly flies when you are having fun.â you quipped.
you took a step back, your heels digging into the carpet below as you created space between you, even as you resented the loss of her warm body close to you. you bent at the hips and lowered your head until your lips were against the shell of wandaâs left ear, âiâll see you shortly,â you whispered before leaving a soft, brief kiss on her cheek.
wandaâs eyelids faltered, closing momentarily at the action. she looked captivated by you, and when hooded eyes gazed up at you, the yearning for the woman to take you to her home again amplified.
âsee you shortly, darling.â the older woman responded, her grip on the seat loosening as she shifted in the seat and rose from it, her hands now moving to smooth out the lengthy skirt that she looked oh so gorgeous in.
with a grin, you head out of the booth, through to the main floor, and into the changing room to get dressed and cash out. your mind was filled with nothing but wanda, and for once in your time working here, you didnât focus on how much you had earned.
á˘
the sound of chardonnay glugged as wanda poured single portions into two large wine glasses. âthis,â she spoke, now clipping a silver bottle stopper on the neck of the bottle. âwill pair very nicely with dinner.â
god you really were being wined and dined by the woman, and as you sat in your seat at a prepared table in her open living room, you watched her intently, your hands slightly clammy at the desire for her that settled deep in your stomach.
âwhere did you learn all of this?â you asked with a breathy laugh. from the smell radiating from her kitchen to the knowledge she spewed about cooking, you were certainly impressed. âif you donât mind me asking.â
wanda smiled at you and then, with the bottle in hand, she strode over to her seat, residing there. âmy mother,â she spoke, her gaze focusing on the bottle as she placed it on the table. âdespite my father running the business, i can say she taught me everything i know.â
it didnât take a scientist to read from wandaâs low tone that this was a sore subject for her. but you wouldnât prod, so instead you shifted in your seat, crossing your jean-clad legs before responding. âmothers and their teachings⌠though mine didnât show me how to dance.â
wandaâs neural face raised to look at yours, her lips widening in a smile as she laughed. âi should hope not,â she snorted softly, and the sound made you grin and your stomach to leap. âthatâs just all you, darling. born to be a dancer.â
âflattery will get you everywhere,â you blushed, along with a spike of nervousness that you werenât used to feeling. âso,â you started, holding her gaze, âdoes the miss maximoff have moves of her own?â
wanda raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment, âiâm not the smooth dancer you are, but i would have a few tricks up my sleeve if i were in your industry.â
your curiosity piqued at that, and not only did the thought of wanda wearing lingerie make your head spin, but the thought of her doing anything like swaying her hips, bending over, or grinding on your lap made your clit throb against the tightness of your pants.
you hummed in delight, âi bet you would,â you mused. âyouâre the type to excel at anything.â
âoh?â wanda shoots you a surprised look, âyou seem very certain about that.â
you were absolutely certain. the redhead oozed power and ability, and with it, you imagine she commands attention wherever she goes.
the thought almost made you shiver. her demeanour was overwhelmingly sexy, and god if it wasnât for the smell of the delicious food she had spent time making for you, youâd be on your knees and ridding her of the skirt she wore.
âi am.â you replied simply, your mind straying as you held eye contact with the woman opposite you. ânow about this meal,â you say, trying to will your filthy thoughts away and focus on the matter at hand. âshould i do anything to help?â
wanda grinned at the question and rose from her seat. âno,â she replied with a shake of her head, thick ginger hair swaying as she did. âyou just stay there and look pretty.â
á˘
after you had both finished eating, you and wanda spoke over the rest of the chardonnay, and with the time that passed, you felt the wine spread a gentle flush of heat throughout your body as you grew tipsy.
âiâm curious,â wanda voices after a brief moment of silence. âlady harkness, as she calls herself, is she your⌠how do i put this?â
âif the word youâre trying not to say is pimp,â you reply with a laugh before taking another sip from your glass. âthen no, agatha is not. sheâs more like⌠the mother of the house.â
wanda quirks an eyebrow at that. âso thereâs nothing,â she gestures with a hand, âsexual?â
âoh god no,â you say as you place your glass on the table, âagatha has many rules in the club. two being, dancers donât fraternise with the guests, and she doesnât fraternise with the dancers.â
the redhead hummed, her gaze faltering to her lap briefly, and when you regained eye contact with her, you knew what she was thinking.
âwhat would she say if she found out you were here right now?â wanda asked, her voice unexpectedly timid. a tone you hadnât heard since the first day you met her. nervous, restricted, and doubtful to ask for a dance.
you thought for a moment. considering the longevity of your relationship with agatha, you werenât entirely certain. âi guess one of two things: i wonât be able to work there anymore, or sheâll just scold me, say this is asinine, and...â
âand?â wanda murmured, her eyebrows furrowed.
âforbid it.â
âmother of the house, indeed,â wanda retorted as she stood from her chair, and to your surprise, walked over to you, her heels clicking against the floor as she took those few steps.
you eye the woman as she stands before you, and then, with a bend of her hips, she sits sideways on your lap, her arms resting loosely on your shoulders. before you knew it, your right hand instinctively snaked around her back to land on her hip, and your other hand rested on her outer thigh.
wow. is all you can think of. she was a sight to see, regardless, but having her in your lap like this made your hands flex against the expensive material of her skirt. she looked divine, and you needed to voice it. âyou are heartachingly beautiful, you know?â
the pale skin of wandaâs cheeks flushed a shade of pink, and she bashfully turned away, hiding what you knew was a beaming smile. when she turned to face you again, wanda remained poised, even if her blushing complexion gave it away. âyouâre such a sweet girl, y/n.â
you raised the hand that rested on her outer thigh and placed it against the warmth of her cheek, and your head moved forward slightly.
her breath ghosted your lips; the smell of citrus hit your senses, and with that, you couldnât hold it back anymore.
wanda hummed when you kissed her, and your hand moved from her hip to the small of her back. you felt her hands shift on your shoulders to thread through your hair, and your heart rate spiked as she deepened the kiss.
you moaned into her mouth when her tongue swirled against yours. the sensation was something that had been on your mind since youâd both parted to work, and as you hungrily kissed each other, your mind reeled; the clubâs policy and agathaâs potential fury at this situation washing away, and all that remained was the woman on your lap.
when wanda pulled away, you panted for needed breath. and watching as she did the same, you focused on her swollen, kissed lips that shone with your saliva. âcome with me,â she breathed out, her thighs flexing against yours as she stood up.
one of your hands fell to rest by your side, and your other was grasped by one of wandaâs. you instantly rose from your seat and let yourself be led by her as she walked you both to her bedroom.
upon entering the dark space, wanda closed her door after you. the click of it made you face her, and as she turned to you again, you almost staggered slightly as she surged forward and reconnected your lips, her arms linking around your head and back to your hair. this time, she grasped softly at your strands, and you moaned at the desperation as she pressed herself flush against your body and deepened the kiss again. wanda was hungry for you, and it made your stomach do backflips.
âthe bed,â she panted out between kisses.
you slowly shuffled backwards, not wanting her lips to leave yours, and blindly aimed for her bed. your hands moved to wandaâs hips, and at the sense of her shape, you grasped at her curvature, then snaked your hands to the swell of her ass.
another grasp made wanda moan, and as the blissful sound filled your ears, you felt wandaâs bed hit the back of your knees.
wanda pulled away, âlie down, baby,â she reached for the bedside lamp close to her, and after flicking it on, the dim light radiated as far as it could in the room, and you were greeted with wanda gazing at you, a smile on her face as she breathed heavily.
standing upright, wanda began to unbutton her cinched blazer, and it didnât take long before she revealed a black bra. she draped the piece of clothing to her right, letting it gently rest on the floor, and when you moved to lie down, your elbows propping you up, wandaâs hands moved to her skirt.
the zipper of it sounded in the room, and when she pulled it over her hips, she let it fall into a pool around her heels, and full, pale thighs were now on display.
you bit your lip softly at the sight before you, âmommyâŚâ you purred, and the word pulled her attention from the item around her.
âfuck,â wanda uttered with a groan, and as she stepped out of the ring of her skirt, she moved towards you, her knees dipping into the mattress as she shifted to straddle your waist.
âkeep the heels on, please.â you beg, remembering how she liked manners. âyou look so hot like that.â
wanda smiled and hands threaded through her hair and away from her face as she began a slow grind on your lap. your mouth fell open at the feeling, and your hands moved to her hips again, gripping the soft flesh in your palms. you guided her against your jeans, and although you wished you were rid of them, wanda panted at the friction. âthat feels good, y/n.â
you continued to listen and watch in awe as wanda humped and grinded against you, and you felt an ache between your thighs and wetness coating your underwear. âyouâre so sexy, mommy. shitâŚâ you gasp, her pace increasing as well as her volume in moans.
you let your head hit the mattress as you raised your hands to her breasts, your hands palming them once through her bra before unclasping it and letting it fall from her shoulders and arms and into your hands.
tossing it to your left, your hands returned to her now bare chest. you hummed at the feeling, and when wandaâs hard nipples pressed against your palm, you bit your lip and let your index fingers and thumbs pinch them. the redhead moaned and continued to hump and chase the friction that was teetering her closer and closer, âfuck, y/n..â her eyes bore into you, and as you pinched and twisted her nipples more, her knees tightened around your hips. âiâm gonna-â
your jaw slackened as your heart pounded loudly in your ears, watching in awe as wanda began to twitch above you. âcum for me mommy,â you coaxed, and with another hard pinch to her nipples, wanda began to rut against you, mouth agape with her hands flying down to your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress.
you gazed at the sight of her cumming, feeling nothing but desire and a strong sensation of pride at the way in which she did. on your lap. desperately grinding against you. hungry for your touch.
âwow,â wanda gasped out, her chest heaving against your hands as her eyes briefly fluttered closed. âthat wasâŚâ
âthe hottest thing i have witnessed in a long time,â you finish her sentence for her, completely enamoured by the sight before you. your thumbs graze softly over her hard nipples before moving to rest your hands on her thighs.
âiâll say,â wanda huffed out, and with an attempt to shift her weight, you feel her thighs vibrate and twitch. âbut i think the view between your legs will be even better.â
âoh please, mommy,â you whine, your eyebrows furrowing as you bite your bottom lip. the thought of it was too exciting, and you felt overwhelmingly turned on. you ached, throbbed and lay trapped in the mess you had made in your underwear. âi want your tongue on me.â
without speaking further, wanda shuffled down your body, ignoring the wet patch she had left on your jeans, and moved to unbutton them and rid you of the confines. from the edge of the bed, her eyes raked over your legs as you re-situated yourself, them now bent at the knees.
âyou look so good spread out for me, baby,â wanda husked out, positioning herself on propped elbows between your legs, âso good.â
one of her hands raised the hem of your shirt, and her mouth immediately went to the skin of your stomach. she left open-mouthed kisses on the space she created, her tongue swirling in a way that caused your eyes to roll backwards. you relished in the sensation as she worked her way down your stomach until she reached your underwear.
two fingers suddenly touched your aching cunt over the fabric of your underwear, and you gasped, your back arching slightly. âmommyâŚâ
you almost spoke and begged her not to tease you, but wanda fortunatley beat you to the punch, because then you felt those two fingers push your underwear to the side, and her hot breath hit your bare pussy.
âyou are so wet, y/n,â wanda mused, staring in amazement whilst she slid two fingers between your folds, feeling the wetness coat her fingertips, âsuch a good girl for me.â
wanda replaced her two slender fingers with her warm tongue, and you gasped at the sensation. the redhead hummed at the taste of you, and her hands moved to grip your waist, her tongue swirling up and down from your pulsing hole to your clit that throbbed just as hard. âyou are so good at that mommy.â you praise.
wanda moans into you, the sound of it vibrating against your clit, and dĂŠjĂ vu flashes in your mind as your hands grip her silk sheets.
your hips tried to grind against her mouth as you felt that familiar knot forming low in your stomach, but the older woman held you in place and continued to lap and suck at your clit.
âjust like that.â you gasp out, your right hand moving from the sheets to ginger locks, and your nails scratch lightly against her scalp. âjust like that.â
wanda listened to your chant, and her tongueâs pace against your swollen clit stayed the same, eager to make you cum as hard as she did.
the build-up of tension from the lap dance to now had you closer than you could have anticipated, and as she continued her talented work, you felt your walls contract around nothing, and your toes curled.
âIâm-â your eyebrows furrowed, and your mouth hung open as you choked out a moan, âmommy!â your body tensed as your orgasm crashed into you, and the inside of your thighs began to squeeze wandaâs shoulders. she held you down as you convulsed, her tongue still busy on your clit, focusing on your pants and moans.
when your body came down from the high, and all that remained was a buzz of pure bliss, your body relaxed in her hold, and the redheadâs tongue grew lazy against you, then ceasing before you became overstimulated.
âyou are-â you gasp out, a hand falling to your forehead, the back of it greeted with sweat that coated your hairline. âthat mouth of yoursâŚâ you prop yourself up on shaky elbows and gaze down at wanda, and with ginger ruffled hair and your cum glazing her lips, you groan at the sight. âso, so good.â
wanda giggled, placing wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, âthat was amazing, y/n,â she hums against the skin. âwill you be staying over again?â
gazing back at green eyes, you smile widely, feeling your stomach flutter at the question. âwithout a doubt.â
warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), dirty talk, yearning, lap dance, mommy kink, slight smut. minors, DNI
words: 1.7k
a/n: hellloooo and welcome to a much needed update to one of my favourites! Itâs been a long while since Iâve written on here, but enjoy, there will be more to come :). - xo saph.
âoh my..â you gasped out, your hands gripping the silk material of wandaâs sheets that lay a mess on her bed.
âso⌠how long have you worked here for?â a customer asks in front of you, one you had forgotten the name of, and as the night before plays in your mind in broken pieces, you force yourself to pay attention.
âa while.â you stare down at the glass in your hand and take a sip of the rum and coke. âitâs always smart to stay at a place that looks after you, you know?â
âi couldnât agree more,â the customer replied with a smile. âiâve been with my firm for ten years.â
your hands thread through thick auburn hair, your gaze stuck to the woman as her tongue, which she had flattened out, lapped at your clit, and as she shifted to leave open-mouth kisses against the bundle of nerves that throbbed against her touch, you moan and continue to watch the way wandaâs mouth shines from your wetness.
your left leg begins to bounce gently, and you close your eyes briefly. you needed something stronger than conversation to cloud over the distracting memory. âcare to tell me about it in a dance?â you ask with a smile, and when the manâs eyes dropped down to your chest, which was clad in your usual red attire, you knew you had him hooked.
âlead the way.â he replies with a grin.
á˘
as you sighed in a chair you now resided in, you leaned back in it, looking up at the dimly lit chandelier hanging above you.
It was now the quiet period before another busy one came, and although you wouldnât be around to witness it, you relished in the peaceful atmosphere anyway. a majority of the customers had begun to filter out of âhouse of harknessâ, and as you lowered your head, you pulled your phone out from the clutch upon your lap, and looked down at it.
it illuminated the time eight-fifty pm, and when you unlocked it, you decided to scroll absentmindedly on twitter whilst you finished off the drink that had been bought for you.
âi had an amazing time with you, y/n.â
the words echoed in your mind, and you smiled like an idiot. wandaâs voice; so sickly sweet and husky. god, you were impatient, and you wish you could hear it now, have her in front of you, her laughing at one of your jokes, or you admiring her suit-clad body.
as you continued to look down, your phone blurred in your hand as you ruminated on your afternoon.
âi had an amazing time, too,â you replied, the seat beginning to vibrate under you from the rumbling of the car's exhaust as wanda started it up. âand thank you for taking me home.â
âoh, nonsense, pretty girl. i will happily do this again for you.â
âyeah?â you asked with an excited smirk you couldnât quite hide. she wanted to see you again. god, the exhilaration was almost too much to bear. âi would really like that. but only because of that house of yours.â
ânaturally,â wanda laughs, her eyes focused on the road that now looks different to you, compared to the previous night drive to her huge abode. the sunny day now illuminated the stunning greenery on either side of the road. âi come with more perks, though. i can be quite the cook sometimes.â she adds.
âtalented in bed, talented in the kitchen⌠what else are you good at?â
the redhead shoots a glance at you. âhow about i tell you more tonight? over dinner.â
âthat sounds lovely,â you respond, your stomach doing a flip at the thought of being wined and dined by wanda. âalthough iâll be working at the club firstâŚâ
âthatâs okay, darling. if you can play pretend, iâd like another dance, iâm afraid yesterday's was too short for my liking.â
you felt your cheeks blush at the prospect of it. this wasnât something that crossed your mind, one that had been filled with nothing but wandaâs skin and lips, and every inch of her body. you canât believe you hadnât thought about it sooner - you had been awake for a couple of hours and at no point did you think how a situation like this would progress.
âwell then,â you cooed, deciding you liked the idea wanda had presented to you. âletâs say nine pm? iâll show you my dancing skills again, and you can showcase your cooking skills.â
and as you waited in anticipation as the minutes inched closer and closer to your scheduled time with wanda, you continued to scroll past boring tweets until one caught your eye. more specifically, a certain someone.
wanda maximoff pictured last week with her brother pietro maximoff at a conference.
the image attached made you gape in awe. you paid no mind to the womanâs brother and instead your eyes burned into wanda, and how gorgeous beyond belief she looked. she donned a grey tweed dior suit, with a matching jacket and black boots, and as luscious locks of ginger curls hung over her shoulders, you felt a knot form in your stomach.
with your body temperature rising all too quickly, you locked your phone and returned it to your clutch.
âscarlet. itâs nice to see you again.â
your head whipped up from your lap to the familiar voice in front of you. âwanda.â you smiled brightly, the embarrassing thought briefly passing in your mind that you had no idea how long she had been standing there for, and if she saw the contents on your phone. but with no indication written on her face, you ignore the mortifying thought and instead observe the classy raiment she wore.
wanda shot you a sultry look as you took in the cinched black blazer and the ankle-grazing skirt to match. you gulped dryly. wanda not wearing pants, was new to you, and your eyes raked up and down her body, appreciating the sight.
you outstretched a heel-clad foot to slightly push back the seat opposite you, which wanda happily sat down on, a leg crossing over the other as she rested her hands on the arms of the chair.
âyou look incredible.â the sight of her made your head spin. âi mean⌠really, really, incredible.â
âthank you, darling.â wanda replied with a smile. her eyes bore into you, and you felt like she was drinking you in. âi like the silk robe you have on tonight.â
the compliment made you shift in your seat, and you grabbed your glass and raised it to gulp down the rest of the alcohol before placing it back on the small table between you. âthank you,â you purred, feeling your cheeks grow hot, âso, did you miss me?â
wanda nodded, a smirk spread on her plump lips, âyou were quite a distraction for me in meetings today.â
âi was?â the knot in your stomach tightened from the exciting confession, âwell then, you should know youâve also been quite disruptive to my attention tonight.â
you didnât miss the way wandaâs eyes fell to your thighs, and the red garter belts that hugged them. âa good night, though, i hope?â she asked.
âyes, but itâs about to get even better.â
á˘
after wanda had paid for another dance at the till, this one longer than the last, you led her by the hand through the corridor, purple fairy lights that hung overhead illuminating the way. and then, when you reached your desired booth, you felt your body buzz with great thrill.
after stepping into the purple-lit booth, the colour of your attire changed in the light to a shade that almost matched wandaâs. and as the redhead shifted to take her place on the seat, you glanced at the mirror beside you, one of many that littered the small room, and took in the two of you together. and god what a sight it was. you couldnât believe your luck of being in close quarters with such a woman.
as you mused on the thought, you plugged your phone into the speaker behind the redhead and pressed play on your go-to playlist, and as the slow beat kicked in, you gazed down at wanda. intense eyes enraptured you as she softly bit down on her plump lower lip.
âmommy, you look so fucking good.â every fibre of your being urged you to kiss her. it took everything in you not to as you began to move your body to the music, your hips swaying gently.
âbabyâŚâ wanda gasped out at your words, her hands that rested on either side of her hips shifted to grip the edge of the seat. âi thought of you calling me that again, you sound so perfect when you do.â
though you couldnât press your lips against the redheads, you needed to be closer to her, so you instead of standing, you straddled wanda, leaving a small gap between your thong and the material of her skirt, which you know would feel soft and expensive to the touch.
you began to move your hips, grinding in the space above her lap as you let your hands rest on her shoulders.
âand those legs of yours,â the redhead continued, her hips instinctively jutting upwards slightly, and inadvertently bumping against your clit. your breath caught in your throat at the sensation, and your hands on wandaâs shoulders tensed, your fingers pressing into her blazer. âso smooth and grabbable.â
âshit.â you panted, and although your mind whirled with wanda and the pleasure you were already feeling, you continued to dance and move your hips, following the sensual beat of the song. âi canât wait for later, itâs been on my mind since i left you.â
âlikewise, darling,â wanda beamed, âsame plan I assume?â
with a grin, you nodded. eager and anticipating her to whisk you away again. but for now, you were going to enjoy being in the thick bubble of hot tension that surrounded you both, and enjoy the way wandaâs eyes practically devoured you.
Life is going so well atm and Iâm filled with joy that I fought past the hard bits; the universe rewarded me đŤđ. (your friendly reminder that youâve got this and youâll get through any struggles).
Hope all my anons & moots are well. I miss this fandom!