featuring Cench only (this is short tho)

trigger warning: sexual tension and some foreplay/sex

Y/N spun flawlessly on the brass pole ignoring the lustful stares from the man below. She felt like prey. Always being stalked. But it was her job to make them watch her. And she'd do it to better her life.

Clad in a silver bikini piece, she was like glitter floating through the air. It was simple, she was stunning, point blank period.

The private room was just for them. He'd had become enticed with her. Always coming every time he was in town and spending thousands on just her. The mystery man had always made her nervous too.

She finished her dance twirling back to the floor. Y/N knew the routine. She sauntered over to the couch and sat on the man's lap. His hands curled around her curves inhaling her scent.

"Back again I see." She played in his curls letting her eyes settle on his beautiful face.

He nodded gripping her exposed thighs, "What's your real name and not your stripper name?"

She chuckled, "I have a feeling you know my name already. A man who blows his money on strippers has some type of power."

"It's Y/N."

She pursed her lips lifting herself from his lap, "If you knew that why'd you ask me? How about you tell me your name then?"

The man patted the seat next to him. Y/N sat down turning her attention to him. "You can call me Cench."

Y/N laughed, "Okay."

"You know why I come here?" Cench looked over to the girl in front of him.

Y/N shrugged, "Because I'm selling a dream."

"Yeah, and I can't stop thinking about you. That's a problem."

Y/N looked at the locked door to the private room, "I could make it go away."

"Really?"

Without responding she climbed back onto his lap feeling him get hard. Smirking she kissed his lips. She could taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. Y/N moaned into his mouth feeling heat pool into her core.

She moved her hips back and forth begging for him to take the lead. The man under was quick to unzip himself. Y/N reached down sinking onto him. He grunted rocking her back and forth. Y/N moaned feeling him fill her up.

"Oh shit." She cursed under her breath as her head flung back in pleasure.

Cench played with her wet clit feeling her tighten around him. "Come on, give it to me."

Y/N quickened her pace feeling her arousal reach its peak. But she kept going until the man under her was moaning in pleasure too. Cench squeezed her waist feeling himself cum. Y/N moved over trying to regain herself.

The room was silent except for their breathing. He was the first to get up. Y/N knew the drill, he threw a few stacks of money her way.

"I'll see you next week?" At this point she was eager and he knew it. She expected more even after she fucked his brains out.

The man shook his head, "Maybe you know how business is."

She leaned back onto the couch sensing his hesitation. He wasn't coming back. This would be the last time she saw him. Y/N watched as he left her all alone. The green money on the table made her stomach turn.

"Well then." She whispered feeling small.

The man nodded before twisting the lock and leaving her to wallow in private. Y/N fixed her outfit and bagged her money. At least he was a hefty tipper.

Once again, make the money but never let the money make you.

Authors Note:

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we was a bit stupid in this imagine but its ok