ALRIGHT. SO. IT’S CURRENTLY 7 AM. I DON’T REMEMBER ANY OF THE OPENING NOTES. I DON’T REMEMBER THE PEOPLE TO TAG. I CANT REMEMBER THE HASHTAGS EITHER. RIP ME I GUESS. BUT. TUMBLR’S A HELL-SITE THAT DECIDED NAZIS ARE MORE ACCEPTABLE THAN A GIF OF A GIRL GRINDIN’ ON A BOY FULLY CLOTHED. SO THEY TOOK MY FUCKIN CHAPTER DOWN.
I’m literally only tagging my wifey @wittystiles because she is the reason anyone ever got to see this story in the first place.
Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
Chapter 3: Come Closer
Song rec: All We Do by Trey Songz, Skin by Rihanna The songs play in the story so play this in order if that’s your thing :)
Warnings: Listen, it’s been forever since I read over this chapter. Swearing is a safe bet cause it’s p much a fixture in my fics. Obvi a lap dance. Other than that it’s a surprise for both you and me lmfao. Gif not really related but like. It’s safe per tumblrs new fucked up standards and also Aesthetic so.
Two weeks later, Mitch was still coming into the club to watch Alexis dance. He would drop a minimum of three hundred dollars on her with each performance. Sometimes he’d give her even more. He followed her when one of the other girls asked to switch platforms, hoping to get some of Mitch’s generosity.
Now Alexis was coming back in after having changed shifts with the same girl, who’d been hoping to get Mitch’s attention when Alexis wasn’t present at all.
“Alexis!” The girl snapped the second the brunette had stepped into the dressing room.
“Rose, what’s wrong?” Alexis asked, confused on why she’d taken that tone.
“That guy! He came in while you were gone, and he gave me ones.” The bleached blonde huffed. Alexis frowned in confusion.
“I swear he’s never done that to me.” She promised.
“Maybe he just likes Alexis, and wants to get her attention.” Another girl piped up as she teased her hair at her vanity. Alexis snorted, thinking if only they knew the real reason.
After Rose’s complaint she realized that Mitch was probably trying to buy her continued silence. She refused to acknowledge why the information gave her a twinge of melancholy as she sat down at her vanity and began applying her makeup.
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The second she stepped out into the main space Bryce caught her arm and tugged her across the room to a long hallway lined with doors.
“Bryce, what the hell?” She demanded.
“You’ve got a private lap dance lined up.” He told her.
“Okay, with who?” She huffed, tugging her arm free and massaging it to get her circulation back.
“That new regular of yours, he’s in room eight. Get in there and make sure we both get a good tip.” He pushed her down the hall when she didn’t immediately move.
“Uh-...” She hesitated. “The cameras are on right?” She asked.
“Of course they’re on. Now go. Make him happy because happy people blow more money.” Bryce huffed. Alexis sent him a quick glare before hesitantly opening the door and slipping inside room 8. She turned to face the room once the door was closed and locked, ensuring that no one accidentally stumbled in and disturbed them.
Mitch was standing casually in the middle of the room with his back to her, his form dressed in an all black suit, glancing around as if he was only politely interested in his surroundings. He turned when she cleared her throat, effectively getting his attention.
“Have a seat on the chair.” She directed as she walked over to queue a song up on the digital stereo that was built into the wall. The leather padding on the glorified folding chair made unpleasant noises as Mitch sat down on it, and when she glanced back she found him spread on it as if he was perfectly at home, his posture lax, his knees spread to each side of the chair, but his hands were obediently resting against the back legs of the small chair, since he wasn’t allowed to touch her unless she said so. “Comfortable?” She asked.
“As I can be, yes.” He nodded, leaning his torso back to rest against the back of the chair. She nodded and pressed play on the music before making her way over to him as her song of choice began flooding the room with its enticing beat.
She stood in front of him and softly placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she moved her legs to straddle one of his thighs. She started off with a slow grind, swirling her hips back and forth while her hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest. She settled her hands against his ribs underneath the suit coat, her fingers feeling the heat of his skin through the thin material of his black dress shirt as she all but rode his thigh.
She felt his eyes on her and ignored them as best she could, keeping her gaze down, her eyes half lidded as she stared at her hands on him. She had to move to hold his upper arms when they inched forward after a particularly hard rotation of her hips that brought her leg brushing up against his groin. He huffed out a breath, probably in annoyance over being reminded of his restrictions, and she stood up before flipping around so her back was to him, her legs on either side of his other thigh. She settled back down on him and pulled her hair from her back so he had an unobstructed view as her ass wiggled teasingly close to his hips but didn’t quite touch.
The smallest sound, not quite a groan but close, floated to her ears and she felt a small smirk steal across her lips, feeling powerful with the control she held over him in that moment.
She leaned her back up against his chest, consequently pushing her chest out for his viewing pleasure, and snaked a hand up around the back of his neck and into his hair. The position brought her backside in direct contact with his crotch and she bit her lip against the urge to smile at feeling his hard length pressing up against her.
Normally she’d be annoyed, counting the seconds and waiting for the blissful moment when the dance would be over and she could be paid, but Mitch wasn’t her usual type of customer. He wasn’t fat, balding, and sweaty, eagerly waiting and hoping that she’d allow him to put his hands all over her. He was built with lean muscle, unnervingly attractive, and poised in the way that a lion was as he coiled waiting for his chance to pounce. He had a predatory danger in the air about him and it thrilled Alexis as much as it scared her.
Her head leaned back against his shoulder and her eyes opened, unsure of when she had closed them, but remained hooded as she met his focused stare. His honey eyes were dark, whether from the dim lighting in the room or his arousal she couldn’t puzzle out, and his looked at her as if waiting. She didn’t know if it was that anticipating look or what, but she found herself turning her head and speaking into his ear.
“Feel free to touch me, if you’d like.” She breathed. His hand met the outside of her left leg, his touch almost hesitant as his fingers curled into the soft skin lightly and his palm dragged up higher. When she closed her eyes and hummed at the warm feeling he allowed his other hand to grab at her hip, his pinky finger dipping just under the edge of her metallic black shorts.
“Where am I allowed to touch?” His low voice asked against her ear.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like where your hands wander.” She promised. With that open ended consent his touch began to roam across her exposed skin, looking for his boundaries.
He didn’t meet them, even when his fingers moved across her leg to her inner thigh, gripping and pulling her legs open wider. She felt his other hand trail up across her stomach to the bottom of her sternum, and had to withhold a shiver when his fingertips just barely teased their way underneath the fabric in the middle of her metallic black bikini top.
The song was drawing to a close and her grinding slowed, drawing out the feeling until the last note played. She stopped but didn’t immediately stand like she normally would, eager to get away from the client that was usually panting across the back of her neck. Mitch’s hands moved away from their provocative spots and settled on her hips.
“Can I pay for another?” He asked, his voice the epitome of calm even as she felt him twitch through his slacks against her backside.
“If you want, I can give you the second dance now and you can pay after.” She offered, standing up and stepping away from him, mourning the loss of touch as his hands slipped away from her body.
“I would like that, then.” He agreed and she nodded before heading back over to the audio control panel. She selected another song and walked back over.
“Any requests on how you want me?” She asked coyly. He took her hand in his and pulled her forward until she was standing over his thigh again.
“I don’t mind, as long as you’re facing me.” He smirked, watching her settle herself along his leg. “Can I still touch you?” He asked as he released her hand.
“If you’d like.” She shrugged, acting aloof. His hands moved to rest against her hips, loosely holding her as the new song started up and she resumed the grinding rotation of her hips against his body. Her rhythm matched perfectly to the music, her hips working over him slowly when the melody dragged out slow and sensual, and then she quickened her pace when the music picked up. She changed position, going from straddling one of his thighs to swinging her leg over his other until her hips were flush against his. She felt him push his hips up the slightest bit and nearly forgot to hold in her groan as she slowly dragged her hips back and forth across him.
Her hands moved along her own body, her fingertips trailing slowly up her ribs before she turned her palms around and began pushing her hands up over her chest to her neck and up into her hair as she leaned her torso back. She came back up with her chest mere inches from his face as her hands landed on his shoulders. Her hair curtained their faces as her fingers snaked up around the back of his neck and wove into his hair. She tugged gently and he tipped his head back in compliance, staring up at her with his now nearly black eyes.
“If you’re here to make sure I’m not talking to anyone about what happened, I promised I wouldn’t tell a single soul and I don’t break promises.” She said just loud enough to be heard over the music. Her mouth opened in an involuntary exhale when his hands slid down over her ass and gripped it tightly, tugging her over him roughly.
“I’m here because I paid for a lap dance, Alexis.” He taunted.
“You know what I meant.” She gave a deliberately firm grind against him and watched his eyelids lower slightly for a second as his jaw clenched before his gaze focused back on her.
“You interest me, Alexis. I want to learn more about you.” He explained earnestly.
“You could have come by and asked me to coffee, Mitch.” She teased. “Then you’d only be blowing four fifty instead of three hundred dollars every night.”
“I couldn’t care less about how much money it would take to entice you, Alexis. And if I’d approached you outside your apartment would you really have agreed to accompany me?” He pointed out.
“I would.” She promised.
“Out of fear.” He clarified. She didn’t deny it and he shook his head. “That’s not what I want from you. I don’t want you to comply with what I want because you’re afraid of telling me ‘no’.” He explained.
“So stalking me at work is a better option?” She snarked before she could stop herself. He simply grinned, happy that she’d revealed a sliver of her true sass to him.
“I’m a paying customer, Alexis.” He smirked.
“Lexi.” She corrected as the song ended. “I prefer Lexi. If you’re going to keep calling me by name.” She added.
“Alright, Lexi.” He agreed, releasing his hold on her body to allow her to get up. She stepped away and fixed the areas of her outfit that had been tugged out of place while Mitch reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He stood and handed her a few bills folded in half. “Thank you for the dance.” He said politely, buttoning his suit coat closed before he turned and left.
It was only once he was gone and she was left alone in the dark room that Lexi realized just how much his touch had affected her, as she felt a dull wanting ache throb from low in her gut.
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I’m not gonna re-add tags cause that’s just an annoying waste of time lmfao.
I know it’s hella late and probably no one who reads MMH$ is here to see this but idfk what I’m gonna do for 16 because it’s just not working and I don’t know how to change it, and tbh my motivation for this fic is kind of circling the drain since I haven’t been getting much of a response after I posted chapter fifteen like, a month ago. idk man. just thought I should let y’all know where it’s at and what’s going on. :/
Holy SHIT girl, that was amazing! I loved every version of Mitch in this chapter, every damn one of them 😍 and Lexi at the beginning, the image of her just following him when he leans back to switch his alarm off because she’s just latched on his adorable and hilarious because, let’s be fair, in that case we are all Lexi 😂 this was so great Ellie! 💕
YUP YUP YUP YOU SEE WHY ITS ONE OF MY FAVES NOW?! IT SHOWS MITCH ON BOTH SIDES OF HIS PERSONALITY AND HOW HES SO CALM AND SWEET WITH LEXI BUT SO BRUTAL AND COLD WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND I LOOOOOOOVE IT. Especially how protective he is of her lol.
This fic is already too long to fit on my normal masterlist with everything I’ve got planned for it so far so it gets it’s own sub-masterlist with a link to this post in my actual Masterlist. The stunning aesthetic mood-boards of Alexis Jones and Mitch Rapp were gifted to me by the completely amazing @aesthetic-writer-inlove!!!!!!
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The usual warnings: ^ for violence and *for smut. View at your own discretion.
I no longer write fan-fiction. This story will not be completed. I’m sorry if this disappoints anyone.
Money Make Her $mile: A Mitch Rapp x OFC Series
Chapter 1: First Impressions ^
Chapter 2: Second Encounter
Chapter 3: Come Closer
Chapter 4: You Saved Me ^
Chapter 5: The Best Intentions ^
Chapter 6: Problem Solving ^
Chapter 7: Moving In
Chapter 8: It Begins
Chapter 9: Date Night
Chapter 10: Fireworks *
Chapter 11: Little Green Monster *
Chapter 12: Stress Relief *
Chapter 13: On Me *
Chapter 14: Ground Rules
Chapter 15: Testing The Limits *
Chapter 16: Taboo ‘L’ Word *
Chapter 17: Tension Rises
Chapter 18: Movie Night
Chapter 19: Unlock The Tragic Backstory
Chapter 20 :Target Practice
Chapter 21: Boiling Point
Chapter 22: The Fallout Pt. 1 ^*
Chapter 23: The Fallout Pt. 2
Chapter 24: Mending Fences *
Chapter 25: Attention Seeker *
Chapter 26: Cutting Ties ^
Chapter 27: Spend It Like You Mean It *
Chapter 28: Good Vibrations *
Chapter 29: Visitors Welcome
Chapter 30: Heartfelt Farewells
Chapter 31: Unique Work Environments
Chapter 32: Comfortable Seating *
Chapter 33: Promise Me
Chapter 34: Let Me Help
Chapter 35: Gone In A Flash ^
Chapter 36: The Steady Beat of A Heart
Chapter 37: Frustrating Restrictions *
Chapter 38: Fucking Finally *
Chapter 39: Spirited Away *
Chapter 40: White Sand And Blue Seas
Chapter 41: The Perfect Gift *
Chapter 42: Will You Do Me The Honor?
Chapter 43: A Glowing Reception
Chapter 44: I Don’t Mind
Chapter 45: Making Promises
Chapter 46: Let Them Eat Cake *
Chapter 47: Midnight Kisses
Chapter 48: I’m Yours *
Chapter 49: As I Lay Dying
Chapter 50: I Warned You *
Chapter 51: Casual Questions
Chapter 52: Specially Made
Chapter 53: Claiming What’s Mine
Chapter 54: Endorphins Of All Sorts *
Chapter 55: Unholy Matrimony
Chapter 56: What A Shame *
Chapter 57: Netflix & Chill *
Chapter 58: Birthday Wishes *
Chapter 59: Woefully Unprepared
Chapter 60: Cornered
Chapter 61: Please Don’t Go *
Chapter 62: Caught Red-Handed *
Chapter 63: Actions Have Consequences *
Chapter 64: Teach Me
Chapter 65: Fight Me *
Chapter 66: Tripping ^
Chapter 67: Surprise!
Chapter 68: The Talk
Chapter 69: Not So Heartless
Chapter 70: The New Normal *
Chapter 71: House Hunting
Chapter 72: Pros and Cons
Chapter 73: Idle Chatter
Chapter 74: Domesticity
Chapter 75: Nobody Told Him
Chapter 76: It’s Time
Epilogue: Just One More?
The chapter list of Money Make Her $mile. The line break between 55 and 56 is an indication that 55 is one of 2 possible end points of the story, in case you feel content on where 55 ends you can think of everything beneath the line break as extra/bonus content.
