Don't look and Don't Touch

Summary - Reader is a dancer at a strip club where Ruben Dias is the birthday boy.

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All of the girls sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room when Jessie, the manager, walked in.

"Alright ladies, seems like we have a full house tonight!"

You watched as most girls cheered around you.

"This means that all of you should be on your best behavior tonight. Tuck your thongs, stuff your tits and keep reminding your clients to look but not touch."

"Unless their stuffing your bra with cash!" A girl named Mika hollered. Her words were followed by laughter, all but yours.

"Foxy and Y/N" Jessie said, calling you and another girl over. "You two are going to work the birthday party that I got going on upstairs. There's alot of guy's up there, apparently professional football players, with alot of cash in thier pockets. They've paid for drinks all night and that no one disturbs them up in V.I.P. Foxy I'm going to need you on the floor entertaining the fellas at the tables. We've made sure to set up a pole for you center stage."

"Nice." Foxy said, popping her gum. She was more experience than you and had more talent. She had worked at the club for over three years compared to your five months. Foxy had a boyfriend and baby at home, so perhaps this job was her main income. You were just trying to make some extra money as a university student. Perhaps save money to buy your own computer instead of having to make a trip to the library every other day.

"Y/N."

"Huh?"

Jessica brought you out of your day dreams.

"Whilst I have Foxy out on the floor I'm going to need you to entertain the birthday boy."

"Me?" You exclaimed.

"Her?" Foxy frowned. She was as suprised as you were because giving private dances wasn't for everybody.

"Yes you. I know it's your first time out but the birthday boys friends describe him as a square kind of guy. A simply guy with simply needs. There is no need to do a flip on him like Foxy would. Just be you, cute and vanilla. He'll definitely have fun with that."

"Right." You said and rubbed your sweaty hands together.

"Come on Y/N" Foxy jumped. "Don't be afraid you'll be working with me, this makes us the dream team, alright."

"Okay." You nodded. Ten minutes later you had changed into you spiky lingerie and were making your way upstairs to the V.I.P salon. There were loud cheers as Foxy was already doing her thing on the pole. The guys were tipsy with expensive alcohol and didn't seem to care how much money they were throwing away on stage. You walked behind Jessie as you were led into a place the club called The Evil Lair. That's where all private dances happened.

"Is he already in there?" You asked.

"Blindfolded and ready." Jessie smiled. She was in a really good mood today because of the money the footballers were bringing in. "But just rember." She said, her smile disappearing. "Don't look and don't touch."

"Don't look and don't touch." You nodded.

"You got this girl." Jessie slapped your ass, leaving you at the door. You paused and took a deep breath before entering the purple lit room. There were no furniture in there. Just a red velvet chair, currently occupied by a man in a suit and a blindfold covering his eyes.

He turned his head at the sound of your heels.

"Yes?" He said, raising his brow as if was expecting you to introduce yourself. However you did not move from your spot by the door.

"Tell me the rules." You said.

The man sighed. Jessie probably had him repeat it several times before your arrival.

"Don't look and don't touch." He said, voice deep.

"Good." You nodded. "If you do I'll have security escort you out of here as well as if you try anything else that hasn't been agreed upon by both of us."

He nodded, confused as to where you stood in the room. The sound of your heels echoed as you approached the chair, stopping just infort of the man who sat with his legs spread before him.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Ruben." He said, a bit hesitantly.

"No last name?"

"None of you business."

His words caught you off guard and made you chuckle. Jessie said that the man wasn't like the regular clients. Good, you thought. Regular clients were usually men in their fifties, here to get their quick fix of the week. This client was young, perhaps a bit older than yourself. He had a sharp jaw and handsome lips which sparked your fantasy of what his eyes look like.

"My name is Trixie." You said, taking another step forward to stand between the man's legs. His reaction was to shift his legs a little as not to make yours brush against each other. This made you frown.

"Is this your first time at a strip club Ruben?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well, it let's me know weather to go easy on you or not."

He smirked. "Depends on what exactly you are planning to do to me."

This would be a challenge, you thought. Ruben seemed to clever for his own good. Perhaps he was one of those no it alls at school. Every grade used to have one.

"Well...what do you want me to do to you?" You threw a leg over Ruben's thigh and suprised him a little by taking a seat in his lap. His natural reaction was to lift his hands and try to catch you. However, you were quick to slap them away. "Ah-Ah, rember the rules Ruben."

He smirked. Perhaps because you were using his name more than necessary.

"My apologies."

"An apology won't cut it. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."

"Punish me ho...."

Ruben gasped as your long nails clawed the buttons to his shirt, flashing his bare chest and grabbing a hold of his nipples.

"Easy big boy." You said, twisting them between your fingers. He weezed in pain, but did not raise his hands to touch you. Good, you thought, he's a fast learner.

"Now." You said, after letting go of his nipples, allowing him to catch his breath. "What should I do with you?" You traced a nail down his naked torso. His lean body indicated that he worked out every day. You paused however at the sight of somthing purple, a bruise. Looking up, you saw Ruben clenching his jaw, he had been doing so ever since you jump in his lap.

"I'm sorry." You said. Quick to climb off him.

"For what?" He smirked. "Thought I deserved to be punished?" He turned his head in search of your voice.

"Yes, but you're hurting."

"Oh." He put a hand to where the bruise was. "You saw that?"

"My boss didn't tell me that you..." You paused realizing that you were breaking character. But there was no way this could go on if you were causing him more pain than necessary. "Ruben I don't think this..."

"I never took you for a coward."

"Pardon?"

He chuckled. Having silenced you. "I mean you sounded so confident coming in here. What happened Trixie? If that's even your real name?"

You stayed silent, contemplating calling security. However that wouldn't sit well with Jessie if you had the birthday boy kicked out. Surley his friends and their money would leave with him. Perhaps it was better to keep him entertained, just for a little while longer.

"No." You said. "It's not my real name."

"What is it then?"

"Y/N" Your heart skipped a beat knowing you just broke one of the ultimate rules at the club, "No government names".

"Y/N." He repeated, twisting the letters with his tounge. "That's it, no last name?"

You chuckled. "What's it to you?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"I prefer not to. I've said too much already."

He smiled. "I make you nervous don't I?"

"You wish."

"Oh, so you're always this distant with your clients then?"

"Ruben you're hurt." You snapped. He was pushing your buttons in a way you didn't like.

He waved his hand. "It's just a bruise from training, nothing serious. I liked having you in my lap, there is kind of a draft now." He elevated his unbuttoned shirt that you left upon.

"Shit, sorry." You made your way over to him, stopping in front of his chair. His head turned in your direction as you bent down and started working on rebuttoning his shirt.

"I could have done that myself." He said a sincerity to his voice.

"It's the least I can do." You muttered. How terrible you were at this job. This was so not sexy. Foxy would have handled this situation a thousand times better than you. Once the buttons were up you took a step back, maintaining distance between you and Ruben who still sat blindfolded.

"I'm guessing I've made it difficult for you to do your job?" He said.

You shrugged. "It's your birthday, you decide."

He sighed. "If I got to decided what to do on my birthday I wouldn't be here, talking to a stranger whilst blindfolded."

"Let me guess, your teammates dragged you down here."

"Thay said I needed to loosen up more. I was basically kidnapped."

"I see."

"You don't believe me?" He frowned.

"Oh, no. I believe you're a person who needs to loosen up more. My job has never included this much conversation with a client before."

"That's because your not sitting on me."

"I..." Your mouth fell open. "This is not up for discussion Ruben, I'm not suppose to cause you pain just pleasure."

"Well so far you've only caused me pain."

You raise a protesting finger. "That was because you tried to touch me."

Silence fell. Behind the door loud music played. You ran a hand down your face probably ruining your make up. What was gonna happen once Jessie finds out that you've refused to treat a client. What if Ruben tells her what happened but with his own words. Surely that would be worse.

"Why does a girl like you work here?"

You raised your head. Ruben sat in his share facing you. Perhaps he could hear your silent sobbing.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you seem too compassionate to be working here."

"Trust me, compassionate is what you have to be in order to work here." You thought of the regulars that came here. The disgusting old men. How you have to play a role and pretend to enjoy what you were doing to them.

"Do you have another job or another occupation?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested in hearing what you'd say.

"Yes, I'm a student here in Manchester."

You watched a curious brow raise behind his blindfold.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Oh I believe you. It actually makes alot of since why you'd choose to work here. "

"And why is that?" You said, folding your arms.

"It's easy money, no?" He said, his accent flourishing.

You choose silence as your answer.

Ruben nodded his head understandingly. "It would be easier money, if you didn't have me as your client."

"You said it not I."

He chuckled. "Tell you what, let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

"A deal." He nodded. "I'll pay for whatever it is that you need to get payed for, if you agree to take this blindfold off my face."

"I..."

"I know it probably violates one of your many rules, but I've been imagining what you look like for the past minutes but I just can't seem to figure you out."

You shook your head. A bit suprised. "W...why would you want to..."

"Cuse I know you're probably very beautiful."

"Ruben." You sighed. "I'm sorry that I've haven't been able to please you the way I should have this evening, but I'm not sure I would like for you to witness me like that."

He nodded his head. "It's only a deal if we both agree."

"Thank you." You found yourself stepping forward, however you weren't aware that you were doing so until you felt two warm hands rail you in by the waist.

"Ruben."

He was determined but not in a way that frightening you. He railed you in til the point that your body pressed to his. You had yet seen him stand but you suspected that he was tall, very tall. In the end you surrender by falling into his lap, letting him catch you in his arms, breaking a thousand rules.

"Happy now?" You whispered.

You sat facing each other, your face hovering above Rubens as he held you up.

"Very happy." He smiled. His breath was warm against your face. He groaned a little as you shifted you weight, perhaps putting to much pressure on his bruised side.

"Ruben." You sighed. But he fought your urge to get off of him.

"I want this." He said. "I want you."

His hand traveled down your body, tracing the fabric of your lingerie. "You're beautiful" He muttered.

"You can't even see me."

"Then let me."

He fitted his head into the crook of your neck, latching onto your skin with his lips.

"Ruben. " You moaned, twisting your head. He continued down to your collarbone, his face burying in your cleavage. You kept him there with a hand around his head, letting him serenade your breast with his lips.

"Y/N" He groaned. "Let me see you."

It would break a million rules and surely result in your own resignation. But the way he cradled you, held you and wanted you, was just too damn tempting.

You raised his head with a hand around his chin, letting his blindfold äed eyes meet yours. Rubens hand fell to his side, reassuring you that he wouldn't try anything. Your forhead knocked against his, the tips of your noses caressing each other. You broke another rule when you tilted your head down and kissed him. Your hand went up to the side of his head and under the fabric that hid his eyes. As you pulled back from the kiss you tugged the blindfold, reavilng a pair of hazel eyes.

"How do I look?" You smiled.

He batted his lashes adjusting to the neon lights around the room. He took you in, shifting his eyes from side to side. A grin appeared on his lips.

"Like I imagined."

"Beautiful?"

"Nah. Intelligent and sexy."

You chuckled. "Your favorite combination?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and see."

You gasped as his hands cupped your ass, pressing you against his groin, letting you feel his excitement for you.

"Fuck Ruben. You're going to make me brake a billion rules."

"Then let us break them together."

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