@poxsonmenace wants sexy time. ♡
it'd been his third visit that week.
he tipped really well. he didn't get handsy, and he was always dressed so immacutely. obviously, all the other girls had their eyes on him. there was a no touching policy, mostly because that was what the law demanded, but no one stopped them from doing house calls outside the club. at first, she thought he was just another client. sometimes, they got the expensive looking ones who liked to look and not touch.
irene was working her way up the ladder in the club—one day, she was going to own this place. she decided that a year ago. she didn't work every night, and she was very elaborate with who she gave private dances to. who got her number. who she saw outside these walls. he only came when she was working, he positioned himself in her section, and he watched her all night. so, she decided she had enough of the cat and mouse game. she wasn't dancing tonight. she got the most expensive drinks at the bar, and walked over to him. she was still wearing her silver dress with the cut up the front and the back. tossing her long hair over her shoulder, she perched herself on his lap and placed his drink in his hand, and leaned over him, one hand on his chest, her arm sliding around his neck. she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear so she could make sure he'd hear over the music. “ are you going to ask me for a dance, or are we gonna keep pretending you're not here for me? ”
