fic: Northern Exposure
Title: Northern Exposure
Pairing: Nu/Will
Rating: PG-13; mention of sexy thoughts
Words: ~2700
Summary: I felt like writing about strippers. I had this story, but it was boring me, so instead of Will being nice, I made him into an asshole. Because assholes are fun to play mind games with.
“One squirt! One!” Nu begged, wiggling his ass a little as he leaned on the counter. “Aim it my way!”
The new bartender was a tough nut to crack. Still, it only took five of Nu’s ten-minute break to get a good shot of vodka shot out of the plastic bottle into his mouth. He licked his lips, grimacing because it was shitty vodka but still appreciating some kind of burn down his throat. “Thanks, you’re my favorite,” Nu said, stretching and not quite making it off the counter.
“You said I was your favorite,” came a low voice over his shoulder. Nu finally hopped down, leaving enough sparkles on the dark wood to make it look like a unicorn came there. He turned to the girl whose act would be after him, grinning and running his hand down her side.
“And you were. But, free vodka.”
“You know Mistress Raven doesn’t want you drinking on the job,” Poisson said, sighing. She was small and cute, and for that reason, wasn’t exactly a favorite. In this business, you gotta choose the girls with a weave and legs that went for miles over the one that reminded you of your little sister. That’s why Nu made so much, but he couldn’t work every night.
“Yolo!” Poisson’s eye roll was felt into practically the next county. Nu just laughed in response and flitted off to the back room to throw his outfit together.
Within five minutes, he was on stage, slinking across the slick dark floor and shaking his ass not even a foot away from his willing patrons, who were slapping dollar bills up on stage to keep his attention. An unfamiliar flash of green caught his eye, and Nu followed it across the stage, into the eyes of a smug prat who was waving a fifty around like it would make him hotter.
Nu’s grin almost turned predatory. Well.
It’d been a while since he got to fuck with a newbie.
~*~
The line was long, but his wait had been short. Slipping a twenty into a handshake opened doors. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was here in the first place. Will could get into better clubs, nudie or no, and even his usual ‘slumming it’ nights didn’t get this bad. There was this pull, though, from the first time he’d seen the reviews on Yelp. Hot chicks in the ghetto, yeah, he could live with that.
Glad he’d brought hand sanitizer in the car, Will made his way to the front, ignoring most of the strippers on the floor until he saw one chocolate-skinned beauty. Male, on top of that, and suddenly he started noting how many topless guys there were. This was perhaps mentioned online, that they had bi nights, but it wasn’t something he’d really processed until this moment. Where other men might run, Will was just intrigued, more so when the boy caught a stream of vodka in his mouth like an expert. He couldn’t be of age to drink, Will mused, feeling a bit like a stalker as he eyed the boy chatting up another stripper and then vanishing.
Okay then.
He waved off the bodyguard, making himself comfortable along the railing to the side of the stage, fingers already flicking through a thick wad of bills, face set in stone at the first stripper. She was okay, hot, but hardly into it. Will wanted more.
Her song ended, and another stripper was announced, the girl cleaning up her bills from the stage. She crawled offstage, the ceiling purposefully low to encourage the dancers on their hands and knees. “Ecstasy is available for private showings! Now up next…”
Will felt his lips flicker into a smile, and then a smirk, as the boy from earlier appeared. The dancer rolled his hips, already half-crouched. He slunk, he rolled, he shimmied, but the boy never walked. Because walking was for people without a sense of creativity, and Will liked it.
He liked it, and wanted it in his lap. More so when he saw the way the dancer’s hips gyrated as he carefully balanced on the bar at the edge of the stage, giving an almost private show for those plunking down the most ones. Long fingers, pianist fingers, stroked up his thigh, slipping down to trace along the edge of that thong.
Imagine this on your cock, those fingers said.
The money was in his hand before he knew it, catching the stripper’s attention almost immediately. He crawled to where Will was sitting, one leg immediately slung over the edge of the stage, resting on the back of his chair. “You’re new,” the stripper purred, and his voice was sex like the rest of him. “And cute.” His eyes flicked to the fifty, body already rotating, riding an invisible dick as his fingers ran along the outline of his shaft though that black thong, then up along his chest to his mouth, sucking on the tip of them.
Will was always a fan of dirty talking, but this kid didn’t have to. His actions showed what he wanted, where he wanted it. Will knew the stripper wasn’t lying: he was cute. And had money, which was a bonus. He would get laid tonight.
This, though, the dance, it was like sex without touching. Muscles worked, he could see the tight cords shifting under that dark skin, sweat and glitter glistening to highlight how he writhed on the stage. Every angle was a promise for later, showing off how his control would look in bed. Will dared to reach out during the end of the dance and got his hand caught, brought up to those lips, sucking on the tips. “Careful, love,” the dancer snickered. “Touch me without my permission, and Tristan there gets a little territorial.” Will didn’t bother glancing back at the bouncer.
The dancer pulled away to make his rounds, collecting a few more bills, but not really caring. They were throwing down ones. Will had tossed in three fifties. The song ended and Will watched him scoop up the chump change before returning for his real prize. Against the rules, Will grabbed the stripper’s wrist. “Private dance. Now,” he said.
The stripper easily slipped the grip, some twist of his wrist helping him escape, and held up the freed hand to stop Tristan’s rampage. “This isn’t covering it,” he replied. “Forty down for twenty minutes, then fifty every half-hour past that. And tonight--”
“Three hours.”
Even the stripper looked a bit startled, opening his mouth to say something, then stuttered to a halt. Will smirked, knowing he had him where he wanted him. That much money would make a cheap dancer’s night, guaranteeing the ‘dance’ would involve a bit more than listening to Gaga in the background, possibly touching, possibly back at his place. “Talk to Mistress Raven, then,” the dancer said. “Ask for Nu. Give me ten minutes. Read the fine print.”
~*~
“Three hours? And he slammed one-fifty down while you were just on stage?”
Nu rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yup. Exactly one-point-five Benjamins. Smirking like a… I dunno, Poisson. Cover for me when I make my escape?”
The girl squeaked and covered her mouth. “You’re really going to… Nu! You jackass!”
The predatory grin was back. “I told him to read the fine print. That’s plenty of warning.” He applied fresh eyeliner, spritzed himself with some cologne and deodorant, and went off to please his client.
~*~
“That was more than ten minutes,” Will accused when Nu appeared. The dancer smiled and walked towards him with the perfect sway to his hips, which was when Will figured he could forgive Nu for everything, as long as he did that.
For such a crappy little bar, their private rooms were actually very plush, making Will think quite a few drug deals went down here. There was a smaller stage, putting the stripper on almost a literal pedestal, upon which Nu climbed. He reached up and dimmed the lights, pressing another button that started music playing over the light thump from the rest of the bar.
…Gaga. Of course.
Nu had actually put on a few more articles of clothing since his time on stage, and now that he had more freedom to not pander to individual clients for attention, his focus shifted to the pole in the middle of the small elevated circle. Will enjoyed the dance, but got the distinct feeling that Nu simply did it for fun, not to please Will. Which simply wouldn’t do, so he clicked his tongue and held up a twenty.
Which was ignored.
He bristled, but didn’t move, a little shellshocked at the lack of attention. “Excuse me, this is a lap dance,” Will finally found the words to say, motioning with the bill to his actual lap. Nu paused, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Still, he made his way over, stepping off the podium. As he got closer, Will was a tad bit thrilled to see a pout. He might have to do it more often.
Those hips were once again tantalizingly close, moving in the same sort of way that made Will want to run his tongue along those dips and valleys, see how they shifted under his hands. He pulled out the front of the small shorts and tucked the twenty in, but kept tugging at the hem to keep the other’s crotch close to his face. “A bit much clothing, wouldn’t you say?” Will asked, fingers hooking into the waistline.
“The twenty got me over,” Nu said, hands briefly running through Will’s hair, down his neck, then vanishing the moment they touched his shoulders. “What will entice me to take them off?” Though his face was sultry, his voice was laughing… Will’s eyes narrowed.
Money wasn’t a problem. He just wanted Nu begging. Still… later that night. He could work his way up to it, and small setbacks weren’t always a problem. Another twenty appeared in his hand, but he didn’t put it into the shorts until the song was up. Five minutes for these remixes, so four more songs until he started into the extra time. Still, the money was hooked into that hem. Then, and only then, did Nu start shimmying his hips to escape the tight denim, winking at Will in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. His hand reached out with no bodyguard to stop him, and traced his thumb along the barely-seen tattoo on Nu’s hip. It was a slanted v, curling at one edge, perfectly positioned to look like it was pointing towards the other’s crotch. As if he needed the arrow to help him out.
His thumb started to follow the path down when his hand was caught, tugged to go back up and rather play along Nu’s chest, which was still covered with thin, white fabric. “Mmm, not during our first dance, sweetheart,” Nu chuckled, fingers stroking a path down Will’s forearm. It tingled where he touched him. “Gonna have to buy me dinner first.”
Damn, a stripper who wasn’t a whore. That just meant Will was a bit better off when he fucked the guy into his mattress, so it wasn’t a huge loss. Just meant it was a bit harder. “You must dine at expensive restaurants,” Will said, dryly. He was rewarded when Nu tilted back his head and laughed, muscles working hard.
“Baby got taste!” he giggled, sliding down until his hands rested on Will’s thighs, hovering tantalizingly over the man’s lap as he writhed, and it wasn’t a stretch to imagine those lips put to great use. His laughter was great, and Will wanted to muffle it, watching that mouth open wide…
He was half-erect, fingers idly rubbing himself through his pants. “And how many dinners will it take to see you out of those unnecessary clothes?” he murmured, ignoring the LMFAO now blasting through the speakers. Third dance already? His eyes glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes spent entranced. So another twenty appeared, slipping into the tight stretch that was the thong Nu sported.
Nu smirked, backing up to shimmy out of his top. NOT the direction Will had been hoping for, but as of then he still couldn’t complain. It was nicer in here, to be able to run his fingers up and down those muscles. Nu was just his type… lean, with the body of a swimmer, muscled but able to be flipped onto his stomach easily enough.
The stripper let him, though he did back off for a bit and dance just out of arm’s reach through the next song. The next twenty got him through to 18 minutes and the shoes and stockings kicked off, until Nu was almost naked in front of him.
Nu got close when the clock struck 19. His hips swayed with the tune of the music-something Spears, he wasn’t sure nor did he care-and his groin was right in front of his face, slowly turning in circles like he was fucking himself down on a cock. Will almost groaned, hard as stone and frustrated at nearly twenty minutes of foreplay. Nu’s long, long fingers wound into Will’s short hair, getting a grip enough to tug his face back, staring down into his longing gaze with a self-assured smile. “And how much to get these bad babies off?” he purred, only one hand leaving Will’s hair to hook a thumb in the hem. Low enough so that the shadows were sinfully suggestive. It wasn’t fair.
He was still holding his twenty when the clock struck the next minute. Suddenly his lap was not full of Nu, he didn’t have the scent of the stripper in his nostrils, and he was left blinking with the bill still in hand as the stripper expertly picked up his clothing and money. “Whoops, my shift’s up. Maybe next time we can continue, big boy,” Nu said cheerfully, vanishing form the room in his underwear and leaving Will confused, alone, and aching.
~*~
“Go go go!” Nu yelled as he ran into the changing room, throwing on the clothes Poisson held out for him, his bag shoved into his hands, before he hopped into his shoes and bolted to get into his car and drive away.
He left Poisson massaging her temples and sighing in the back door, himself cackling like a madman at his success. When he was far enough away to avoid Mistress Raven hunting him down and smacking him, and the guy from seeing him, he looked at his phone to a text from the girl.
Really? U left him in the middle of the dance?
Nu parked, not living too far from his work, but enough away to see the difference in living. He wasn’t totally in the slums himself. I’m allowed 2 do so 2 stuck-up pricks who think waving $$ makes them entitled. Not bitter at all. Just a little revenge for… well.
After a quick shower, he crawled into his bed in the closet he called a room and knew he’d be eating pretty well the next month off of some rich guy’s paycheck, and he felt pretty damn good about it.
~*~
Mistress Raven held up her hands. “The conditions of the dances were clearly outlined on the receipt,” she said strictly. “He was required to stay until the end of the first twenty minutes, or the end of his shift. After that, the time is up to the dancer. In fact, he could leave any time he felt uncomfortable, or threatened.” Will shrunk a little from the tone, knowing from her voice that there was little point to arguing. And, that she wouldn’t call the bodyguards over, just do the job herself. “I’m sure he told you to read the fine print?”
Will didn’t say anything, but only because he couldn’t argue. Instead, he turned on his heel, cursing up a storm and vowing never to return.
Which would have been a simple enough thing, but Nu’s voice haunted his dream. His voice, that voice and those hips left him aching and too-hot and he knew, just knew, that something in him would similarly ache for a while.
FUCK he was in trouble.
Pairing: Nu/Will
Rating: PG-13; mention of sexy thoughts
Words: ~2700
Summary: I felt like writing about strippers. I had this story, but it was boring me, so instead of Will being nice, I made him into an asshole. Because assholes are fun to play mind games with.
“One squirt! One!” Nu begged, wiggling his ass a little as he leaned on the counter. “Aim it my way!”
The new bartender was a tough nut to crack. Still, it only took five of Nu’s ten-minute break to get a good shot of vodka shot out of the plastic bottle into his mouth. He licked his lips, grimacing because it was shitty vodka but still appreciating some kind of burn down his throat. “Thanks, you’re my favorite,” Nu said, stretching and not quite making it off the counter.
“You said I was your favorite,” came a low voice over his shoulder. Nu finally hopped down, leaving enough sparkles on the dark wood to make it look like a unicorn came there. He turned to the girl whose act would be after him, grinning and running his hand down her side.
“And you were. But, free vodka.”
“You know Mistress Raven doesn’t want you drinking on the job,” Poisson said, sighing. She was small and cute, and for that reason, wasn’t exactly a favorite. In this business, you gotta choose the girls with a weave and legs that went for miles over the one that reminded you of your little sister. That’s why Nu made so much, but he couldn’t work every night.
“Yolo!” Poisson’s eye roll was felt into practically the next county. Nu just laughed in response and flitted off to the back room to throw his outfit together.
Within five minutes, he was on stage, slinking across the slick dark floor and shaking his ass not even a foot away from his willing patrons, who were slapping dollar bills up on stage to keep his attention. An unfamiliar flash of green caught his eye, and Nu followed it across the stage, into the eyes of a smug prat who was waving a fifty around like it would make him hotter.
Nu’s grin almost turned predatory. Well.
It’d been a while since he got to fuck with a newbie.
~*~
The line was long, but his wait had been short. Slipping a twenty into a handshake opened doors. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was here in the first place. Will could get into better clubs, nudie or no, and even his usual ‘slumming it’ nights didn’t get this bad. There was this pull, though, from the first time he’d seen the reviews on Yelp. Hot chicks in the ghetto, yeah, he could live with that.
Glad he’d brought hand sanitizer in the car, Will made his way to the front, ignoring most of the strippers on the floor until he saw one chocolate-skinned beauty. Male, on top of that, and suddenly he started noting how many topless guys there were. This was perhaps mentioned online, that they had bi nights, but it wasn’t something he’d really processed until this moment. Where other men might run, Will was just intrigued, more so when the boy caught a stream of vodka in his mouth like an expert. He couldn’t be of age to drink, Will mused, feeling a bit like a stalker as he eyed the boy chatting up another stripper and then vanishing.
Okay then.
He waved off the bodyguard, making himself comfortable along the railing to the side of the stage, fingers already flicking through a thick wad of bills, face set in stone at the first stripper. She was okay, hot, but hardly into it. Will wanted more.
Her song ended, and another stripper was announced, the girl cleaning up her bills from the stage. She crawled offstage, the ceiling purposefully low to encourage the dancers on their hands and knees. “Ecstasy is available for private showings! Now up next…”
Will felt his lips flicker into a smile, and then a smirk, as the boy from earlier appeared. The dancer rolled his hips, already half-crouched. He slunk, he rolled, he shimmied, but the boy never walked. Because walking was for people without a sense of creativity, and Will liked it.
He liked it, and wanted it in his lap. More so when he saw the way the dancer’s hips gyrated as he carefully balanced on the bar at the edge of the stage, giving an almost private show for those plunking down the most ones. Long fingers, pianist fingers, stroked up his thigh, slipping down to trace along the edge of that thong.
Imagine this on your cock, those fingers said.
The money was in his hand before he knew it, catching the stripper’s attention almost immediately. He crawled to where Will was sitting, one leg immediately slung over the edge of the stage, resting on the back of his chair. “You’re new,” the stripper purred, and his voice was sex like the rest of him. “And cute.” His eyes flicked to the fifty, body already rotating, riding an invisible dick as his fingers ran along the outline of his shaft though that black thong, then up along his chest to his mouth, sucking on the tip of them.
Will was always a fan of dirty talking, but this kid didn’t have to. His actions showed what he wanted, where he wanted it. Will knew the stripper wasn’t lying: he was cute. And had money, which was a bonus. He would get laid tonight.
This, though, the dance, it was like sex without touching. Muscles worked, he could see the tight cords shifting under that dark skin, sweat and glitter glistening to highlight how he writhed on the stage. Every angle was a promise for later, showing off how his control would look in bed. Will dared to reach out during the end of the dance and got his hand caught, brought up to those lips, sucking on the tips. “Careful, love,” the dancer snickered. “Touch me without my permission, and Tristan there gets a little territorial.” Will didn’t bother glancing back at the bouncer.
The dancer pulled away to make his rounds, collecting a few more bills, but not really caring. They were throwing down ones. Will had tossed in three fifties. The song ended and Will watched him scoop up the chump change before returning for his real prize. Against the rules, Will grabbed the stripper’s wrist. “Private dance. Now,” he said.
The stripper easily slipped the grip, some twist of his wrist helping him escape, and held up the freed hand to stop Tristan’s rampage. “This isn’t covering it,” he replied. “Forty down for twenty minutes, then fifty every half-hour past that. And tonight--”
“Three hours.”
Even the stripper looked a bit startled, opening his mouth to say something, then stuttered to a halt. Will smirked, knowing he had him where he wanted him. That much money would make a cheap dancer’s night, guaranteeing the ‘dance’ would involve a bit more than listening to Gaga in the background, possibly touching, possibly back at his place. “Talk to Mistress Raven, then,” the dancer said. “Ask for Nu. Give me ten minutes. Read the fine print.”
~*~
“Three hours? And he slammed one-fifty down while you were just on stage?”
Nu rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yup. Exactly one-point-five Benjamins. Smirking like a… I dunno, Poisson. Cover for me when I make my escape?”
The girl squeaked and covered her mouth. “You’re really going to… Nu! You jackass!”
The predatory grin was back. “I told him to read the fine print. That’s plenty of warning.” He applied fresh eyeliner, spritzed himself with some cologne and deodorant, and went off to please his client.
~*~
“That was more than ten minutes,” Will accused when Nu appeared. The dancer smiled and walked towards him with the perfect sway to his hips, which was when Will figured he could forgive Nu for everything, as long as he did that.
For such a crappy little bar, their private rooms were actually very plush, making Will think quite a few drug deals went down here. There was a smaller stage, putting the stripper on almost a literal pedestal, upon which Nu climbed. He reached up and dimmed the lights, pressing another button that started music playing over the light thump from the rest of the bar.
…Gaga. Of course.
Nu had actually put on a few more articles of clothing since his time on stage, and now that he had more freedom to not pander to individual clients for attention, his focus shifted to the pole in the middle of the small elevated circle. Will enjoyed the dance, but got the distinct feeling that Nu simply did it for fun, not to please Will. Which simply wouldn’t do, so he clicked his tongue and held up a twenty.
Which was ignored.
He bristled, but didn’t move, a little shellshocked at the lack of attention. “Excuse me, this is a lap dance,” Will finally found the words to say, motioning with the bill to his actual lap. Nu paused, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Still, he made his way over, stepping off the podium. As he got closer, Will was a tad bit thrilled to see a pout. He might have to do it more often.
Those hips were once again tantalizingly close, moving in the same sort of way that made Will want to run his tongue along those dips and valleys, see how they shifted under his hands. He pulled out the front of the small shorts and tucked the twenty in, but kept tugging at the hem to keep the other’s crotch close to his face. “A bit much clothing, wouldn’t you say?” Will asked, fingers hooking into the waistline.
“The twenty got me over,” Nu said, hands briefly running through Will’s hair, down his neck, then vanishing the moment they touched his shoulders. “What will entice me to take them off?” Though his face was sultry, his voice was laughing… Will’s eyes narrowed.
Money wasn’t a problem. He just wanted Nu begging. Still… later that night. He could work his way up to it, and small setbacks weren’t always a problem. Another twenty appeared in his hand, but he didn’t put it into the shorts until the song was up. Five minutes for these remixes, so four more songs until he started into the extra time. Still, the money was hooked into that hem. Then, and only then, did Nu start shimmying his hips to escape the tight denim, winking at Will in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. His hand reached out with no bodyguard to stop him, and traced his thumb along the barely-seen tattoo on Nu’s hip. It was a slanted v, curling at one edge, perfectly positioned to look like it was pointing towards the other’s crotch. As if he needed the arrow to help him out.
His thumb started to follow the path down when his hand was caught, tugged to go back up and rather play along Nu’s chest, which was still covered with thin, white fabric. “Mmm, not during our first dance, sweetheart,” Nu chuckled, fingers stroking a path down Will’s forearm. It tingled where he touched him. “Gonna have to buy me dinner first.”
Damn, a stripper who wasn’t a whore. That just meant Will was a bit better off when he fucked the guy into his mattress, so it wasn’t a huge loss. Just meant it was a bit harder. “You must dine at expensive restaurants,” Will said, dryly. He was rewarded when Nu tilted back his head and laughed, muscles working hard.
“Baby got taste!” he giggled, sliding down until his hands rested on Will’s thighs, hovering tantalizingly over the man’s lap as he writhed, and it wasn’t a stretch to imagine those lips put to great use. His laughter was great, and Will wanted to muffle it, watching that mouth open wide…
He was half-erect, fingers idly rubbing himself through his pants. “And how many dinners will it take to see you out of those unnecessary clothes?” he murmured, ignoring the LMFAO now blasting through the speakers. Third dance already? His eyes glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes spent entranced. So another twenty appeared, slipping into the tight stretch that was the thong Nu sported.
Nu smirked, backing up to shimmy out of his top. NOT the direction Will had been hoping for, but as of then he still couldn’t complain. It was nicer in here, to be able to run his fingers up and down those muscles. Nu was just his type… lean, with the body of a swimmer, muscled but able to be flipped onto his stomach easily enough.
The stripper let him, though he did back off for a bit and dance just out of arm’s reach through the next song. The next twenty got him through to 18 minutes and the shoes and stockings kicked off, until Nu was almost naked in front of him.
Nu got close when the clock struck 19. His hips swayed with the tune of the music-something Spears, he wasn’t sure nor did he care-and his groin was right in front of his face, slowly turning in circles like he was fucking himself down on a cock. Will almost groaned, hard as stone and frustrated at nearly twenty minutes of foreplay. Nu’s long, long fingers wound into Will’s short hair, getting a grip enough to tug his face back, staring down into his longing gaze with a self-assured smile. “And how much to get these bad babies off?” he purred, only one hand leaving Will’s hair to hook a thumb in the hem. Low enough so that the shadows were sinfully suggestive. It wasn’t fair.
He was still holding his twenty when the clock struck the next minute. Suddenly his lap was not full of Nu, he didn’t have the scent of the stripper in his nostrils, and he was left blinking with the bill still in hand as the stripper expertly picked up his clothing and money. “Whoops, my shift’s up. Maybe next time we can continue, big boy,” Nu said cheerfully, vanishing form the room in his underwear and leaving Will confused, alone, and aching.
~*~
“Go go go!” Nu yelled as he ran into the changing room, throwing on the clothes Poisson held out for him, his bag shoved into his hands, before he hopped into his shoes and bolted to get into his car and drive away.
He left Poisson massaging her temples and sighing in the back door, himself cackling like a madman at his success. When he was far enough away to avoid Mistress Raven hunting him down and smacking him, and the guy from seeing him, he looked at his phone to a text from the girl.
Really? U left him in the middle of the dance?
Nu parked, not living too far from his work, but enough away to see the difference in living. He wasn’t totally in the slums himself. I’m allowed 2 do so 2 stuck-up pricks who think waving $$ makes them entitled. Not bitter at all. Just a little revenge for… well.
After a quick shower, he crawled into his bed in the closet he called a room and knew he’d be eating pretty well the next month off of some rich guy’s paycheck, and he felt pretty damn good about it.
~*~
Mistress Raven held up her hands. “The conditions of the dances were clearly outlined on the receipt,” she said strictly. “He was required to stay until the end of the first twenty minutes, or the end of his shift. After that, the time is up to the dancer. In fact, he could leave any time he felt uncomfortable, or threatened.” Will shrunk a little from the tone, knowing from her voice that there was little point to arguing. And, that she wouldn’t call the bodyguards over, just do the job herself. “I’m sure he told you to read the fine print?”
Will didn’t say anything, but only because he couldn’t argue. Instead, he turned on his heel, cursing up a storm and vowing never to return.
Which would have been a simple enough thing, but Nu’s voice haunted his dream. His voice, that voice and those hips left him aching and too-hot and he knew, just knew, that something in him would similarly ache for a while.
FUCK he was in trouble.