Why were we here?

How did Viktor convince me to come to a strip club anyways?

And how did I end up on a stripper pole in the private venue?

Oh well...

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"Yuuri, we need to spice up our marriage." Viktor declares, trying to prove a point.

"Oh, because having a threesome, dressing me up like a cat maid, and wrapping myself in ribbon isn't hot enough."

"...Well it is-"

"I know what you're saying though, so give me an idea of what you want to do to spice things up."

"I thought you'd never ask."

My husband comes over to me, puts a hand on my shoulder and states "I want you to re-enact the banquet."

"Which part?"

I turned into a tomato when I figured out exactly what he wanted me to do, he didn't even have to smirk for me to catch what he wanted.

"You want me to be your personal stripper."

He gave that same smirk he always did "Bingo."

"You're pretty skilled on poles Yuuri, and not just mine." He never failed to make me blush.

"Alright, where are we going?"

"To a strip club, now work those legs down the sidewalk.",

It was late out, with only the street lamps illuminating our path, casting light orange dots down the street. Our feet tapped asymmetrically against the pavement, making a somewhat rythmic pattern.

The familiar gray seats accompanied by the slam of our car doors were softer than usual, maybe because I was more than tired.

Pulling up, we got out of the car as fast as we could, scrambling into the busy club. A crowd of people, drunk and sober were all around the male and female strippers, incoherently flirting with each other or lazily throwing money.

We had to weave through the crowd, it was worth it in the end, making it to a private venue drenched in magenta, red, and black, a stripper pole smack dab in the middle of it.

●-Song Now 《Or Whenever》-●

"Put on your attire, Yuuri."

I smirked, taking off my trenchcoat.

"This reminds me of the good ol' days."

Viktor raised an eyebrow "What the fuck do you mean?" I could tell how intrigued he was at my phrase.

I realized my mistake, feeling my chestnut eyes widen.

"That's...unimportant."

I step onto the platform with confidence and a plan.

-Viktor-

My fiance's back was against the pole, his arms gliding up and down his body. He struts around, keeping one hand on the pole.

The poses he made were too much for me to handle, even his new siganture Eros pose.

This man was such a goddamn tease.

I nearly jumped when I saw him grinding on the pole, instead, I put a hand under my chin and whistled.

Then he started to spin, pose, and do everything else that turned me on.

"Get off the pole."

"Oh? Impatient?" He jumped, his legs crossed around the pole.

"Not yet Nikiforov."

His voice was too sexy for me, the throbbing in my pants became harder to control. "You can't handle me?" He boasted, undoing the buttons on his jacket. All that was left were his pants and a set of chisled abs that rivaled the gods'.

"Hurry."

"Who's on the pole?" He claims, putting the jacket back on.

He couldn't be serious right now.

He just couldn't be.

And he wasn't.

I nearly jumped when his heels clicked the floor, coming straight for me, gyrating his hips like no one's business.

"You want it bad?"

He straddles me on the sofa, lips on mine. My hands around his waist, I couldn't help but give his ass a light squeeze.

"Hands on already?"

"I can't take this."

"Of course you can." Yuuri rubs my crotch through the fabric, I felt my pants become wet.

"You'll have no choice."

He gets out a choker, well, more of a dog leash, and daintily latches it around my neck.

"You're my bitch now Viktor."

-Yuuri-

I have to admit, Viktor looks good with a collar...lets see how good he'd look naked on a leash.

The thought of it alone was making me hard, taking off the jacket once again, and keeping it off as I slipped off Viktor's clothes.

Soon we were both left in pants, except one of us had been on a pole for the most part.

"You know you're sexy right?"

"Don't fuel my ego." He rolls his eyes jokingly.

I use my jacket to bind his hands when I pull down his pants with my teeth. I look back up at him "Are you ready?"

His response was hindered by me putting my mouth on his dick. His taste never got old to me. The taste of salt and lime lingered in my mouth as he came.

I continued to pull down my pants and his, accidentally taking off his underwear.

"Stand up."

He stood as I took his place, my hand under my chin, holding my whip as I command him "Ride me."

Looking down hesitantly, he swiftly positioned himself on my dick. The pleasure this gave me was unmatched to the pleasure I'd give him later.

"You've been good, Viktor, for someone who doesn't ride often."

I felt my face distort into looks of satisfaction as I came. I saw Viktor's face, flushed cheeks, submissive eyes and messy hair.

You know exactly how everything went, so I'll just leave it at this.

A/N: BITCH IT HAS BEEN A WEEK

I'M SORRY

I WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW.

(Enough with the goddamn caps ash)

Now, I just graduated two days ago, and I was preparing for the dance we did, the awards I got, and what I was going to wear.

I was so damn busy that I didn't know if I were going to catch a break.

BUT BITCH IT'S SUMMER (for the sixth grade class at least, the other grades get out on the 20th, and my school picnic is....*looks at time* today.)

IMMA STILL GO TO SCHOOL, PLAY THE HAMILTON SOUNDTRACK UP IN THE BITCH AS I ENTER.

WOOOOOOOOOO