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Fezco had thought about Mariah all weekend long, and he couldn't believe himself, but he actually wasn't too mad about being back at Wayne's Angels the following Monday...to sell drugs.

Hoping that Valentine would be dancing tonight, he let Wayne drag him back to the VIP section. Ashtray was back at home, which was Fezco's decision.

"Yo little ass shouldn't be up in no strip club, I got it tonight bro."

Ashtray, who loved the attention the strippers gave him on his first night, wasn't too happy with his big brother's decision, but decided not to fight against it and just stayed home to play Call of Duty and take care of their bedridden grandma.

Mouse also wasn't at the strip club that night, who knew and who even cared where he was though.

"You want a drink?" Wayne asked Fezco, who was looking around to see if he could spot Mariah.

"Uh, nah, I'm cool," Fezco declined, looking over at Wayne, who was acting like he didn't have a whole dancer giving him a lap dance. "I'm more of a smoker."

"Well, last time's offer still stands," Wayne smiled and gave Fezco's back a pat before pushing the dancer who was giving him a lap dance off of him and then walking off to let people know that his dealer was at the club again while Fezco remembered Wayne's offer–his offer being a private dance from whichever stripper he wanted.

But Fezco wasn't there for a private dance, he was there for business. Just business.

And also maybe to hopefully see the girl he always found himself thinking about since he saw her.

Fezco didn't really have a love life. In fact, he's never even had a girlfriend before. Sure, he'd hooked up with a few girls, in high school or at parties he sold at. But he never really went past one night stands. He never really thought about the girls he hooked up with after being with them that one night.

Yet he had only barely talked to this girl and she'd been on his mind for days.

Mariah thought about Fezco throughout the weekend too. You know what they say–if you can't stop thinking about someone, it's because they're thinking about you too.

She thought about him every time she rolled up. The weed she bought from him lasted her up until Saturday, but that didn't stop her from thinking about him. She thought about him every time she smelled weed, which is what he smelled like, along with some nice cologne.

He smelled so good. She wondered if another girl thought that too...she wondered if he had a girlfriend.

Fezco was a busy man, he had a store and a drug dealing business to run, had bills to pay, and had his grandma and his little brother to take care of. He didn't have time for a relationship, which is why he never went past one night stands. But that didn't mean he didn't think about it, and sometimes wish for it. A relationship.

Then he would remember what his grandma would always tell him: "Don't ever fall in love; it's the one instinct you can't trust."

And not that he was falling in love with Mariah or anything, but he reminded himself of his grandma's words whenever he found himself thinking about the pretty girl. But unlike usual, it did nothing.

Fezco's grandma also always told him that there was a short supply of kindness in the world, and he didn't know Mariah all too well, but from the one conversation he had with her, he thought she was kind.

She was sweet. Her smile was sweet. And that's all he saw when he spoke to her. And that's all he hoped to see tonight.

Fortunately for Fezco, Mariah was in the dressing rooms with Faye when he arrived, getting ready for her set and adding some finishing touches to her makeup for the night. Some glittery purple eye shadow to match the purple set she had put on.

"I'm soooo happy Custer isn't coming tonight," Faye sighed in relief as she sprinkled glitter in her hair. "Like, I love when he comes and all, but he buys me out for the whole night, and I have regulars who tip me wayyyyy more than he does."

Mariah laughed from the vanity besides her, glancing down at her phone occasionally as it buzzed nonstop with incoming text messages from Danny, who had been apologizing all day long. Mariah liked to ignore him whenever he apologized, and she was petty, turning her read receipts on so that he could see at exactly what time she didn't give a fuck about his apology.

"Shit, I wish my man would come buy me out," Mariah muttered as she fanned herself with an empty lashes box, glancing over at Faye.

Danny was super against Mariah's job, although he sometimes came to the strip club with his friends. But not for Mariah–no, whenever Danny came, he acted like he didn't know her, like she wasn't his girlfriend. He wouldn't even look her way.

Mariah always watched from the stage as he got a lap dance from one of other girls, instead of asking his own girlfriend. He didn't want his friends to know that his girlfriend was a stripper, he found that embarrassing.

Was he embarrassed because he was insecure or because she made what he made in a month in a night? Whatever it was, it annoyed Mariah. He always used stripping against her, and tried to make her feel bad about stripping.

Danny only really cared about himself, and he saw himself way higher than Mariah. Sometimes she thought that maybe that's why he often treated her like shit, but then again, maybe he was just a really bad and fucked up in the head typa person, who was only nice when he wanted something.

For example; now. He had been blowing up her phone with sweet text messages, telling her how much he loves her and misses her, apologizing for how he was with her the other day and promising that it wouldn't happen again. Telling her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever been with and that he couldn't lose her.

He was only being this way because he wanted her to forgive him, and act like he didn't choke her when she didn't wanna fuck him.

"You sure Danny's broke ass could even afford to buy you out?" Faye looked at her best friend, raising an eyebrow before smirking.

Mariah laughed, "You're fucking right."

"I know," Faye flipped her hair over her shoulder before laughing. Faye always listened to Mariah ranting about the shit Danny would do, which had her develop some hate towards him. The spacey girl was always in her own world though, so it's not like she ever thought about telling Mariah to leave his ass because she deserved better.

Either way, that wasn't what Mariah wanted to hear. If she deserved better, then why didn't she have better?

But even if she wouldn't leave Danny, that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right?

"You girls ready?" Lulu asked the girls getting ready as it was time for their set. "You're on in five, you all look so gorgeous."

Mariah sprayed some perfume all over body with one hand as she picked her phone up in the other, opening the 78 text messages that Danny had sent while she got ready. She didn't even bother reading them as she typed back a response, then dropped her phone in her purse and laughed to herself as she fixed her straightened her in the mirror.

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"Would you like a private dance?"

Fezco glanced up at the second girl to offer him a private dance that night, shaking his head before mumbling a; "No thank you."

The girl rolled her eyes at his response, walking off to go find someone else to offer a private dance to, leaving Fezco to look back down at his blunt in his hand, which was now more of a roach.

"She's one of my hottest dancers," Wayne scoffed from besides him, here he played poker with a few of his regulars.

"I ain't interested mane," Fezco mumbled, putting his blunt to his lips as he gave Wayne a glance, who just shook his head in disapproval before yelling at one of the guys he was playing poker with.

Fezco laughed to himself at the man's short temper, then reached out to put his blunt out on the ashtray on the table next to Wayne's chips. Fezco leaned back in his seat on the fancy couch, manspreading as he rested one arm on the back of the couch and dropped the other in his lap. He looked around, noticing that the new set of dancers were walking onto the stage and to their respective poles.

His eyes fell fixed on the entryway for the dancers, but his view was soon blocked as some guy approached him, holding out two 20's and asking for some coke. Fezco grabbed the guy his coke after taking the money, exchanging a few words with him before he looked back at the stage, taking a glance around to make sure he hadn't missed Mariah.

As his eyes scanned the stage, he instantly spotted the one girl he had been hoping and waiting to see all night as she neared the pole closest to the VIP section. She somehow stood out to him. And he couldn't help himself as he checked her out, admiring the way her purple two piece hugged her figure. His eyes trailed up her body to her face.

He meant it with his soul when he called her beautiful.

Fezco watched her looking around for a second, just before her eyes found the VIP section below her and fell upon him instantly. Guess he stood out to her, too.

Goosebumps spread along Mariah's skin as she made eye contact with Fezco, due to either the cold air in the room or the way he had been staring at her. No, it was definitely because of the way he was staring at her. He looked so fine seated in the VIP section with his half-shut high eyes focused on her and on her only.

A million thoughts raced through Fezco's mind, but were all quickly erased as his mind went blank when Mariah smiled at him. Fezco smiled back, unlike that last time they experienced this encounter with each other, making them both blush, unbeknownst to either of them.

Mariah finally broke their eye contact to look back at her friend, while Fezco looked down at his lap and moved his arm over his dick, which got excited when the pretty girl they seemed to have a crush on smiled at him.

Fezco watched Mariah throughout her whole set, his eyes only looking away from her to make a sale, but as soon as he was done, he was back to staring at her.

Maybe it was the blunt he had smoked during the previous set, but she looked ethereal as fuck to him. Too fucking perfect for this world.

The way the lights occasionally shined over her to give her the spotlight had Fezco completely mesmerized.

Mariah watched Fezco throughout her whole set, too. Discreetly glancing over at him or side eyeing him, getting butterflies at the way he stared at her, at the way his eyes burned into her skin, getting butterflies at the fact that he was staring at only her.

Mariah's set came to an end way faster than Fezco had wished, making him let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding as he watched her exit the stage with the rest of the girls.

He checked the time on his watch before fishing into the pocket of his jeans in search for another blunt and his lighter to smoke for the rest of the time he planned to spend working.

Fezco stared at the floor as he patted his pockets in search of the blunt, but soon stopped his search when two, very familiar, sparkly purple platform heels walked into his view.

He looked up, meeting Mariah's eyes as she stood between his spread legs and bent down to be eye level with him.

"Would you like a private dance?"

Fezco opened his mouth before even thinking of a response, so who knew what he would've said before Wayne interjected.

"He would love one!" Wayne answered for Fezco, patting his back and slightly pushing him forward.

Mariah smiled at Fezco before she grabbed his hand, making him stand up from where he was sitting. Before he knew it, he was following her in the direction of the private session rooms, his heart beating out of his chest as they made their way through the club.

Fezco glanced down at his fingers locked with hers for a second, then brought his eyes back up as Mariah led him passed a bouncer and then into a room.

She let go of his hand once they were in the room, stepping outside for a second to tell the bouncer that she'd be good before stepping back inside and closing the curtains.

Turning around to face Fezco, Mariah bumped into him as he had just stayed standing where she left him, making her laugh.

"What are you doing? Sit down," She smiled up at him, placing her hands on his chest and stepping forward so that he'd step backwards and sit on the sofa.

"My bad," Fezco apologized as he rested his arms on the armrests, shifting in his seat and avoiding Mariah's gaze as she stepped in between his spread legs and bent down to be eye level with him again, making him give in and look up at her.

She smiled at him once they made eye contact, softly rubbing her thumb on his cheek before she stood back up.

Fezco's heart seemed to beat faster than it already had been beating as Mariah started, making him nervously look around the room. He'd only ever gotten a lap dance from a stripper in GTA 5, which was way different than the lap dance Mariah was giving him.

Mariah noticed Fezco's eyes looking everywhere but at her, then noticed that they stayed glued to the floor throughout the lap dance, making her furrow her eyebrows and slowly stop.

"What's wrong?" She spoke, making him finally look up at her.

"Uhh...nothing?" Fezco stammered.

Mariah huffed in amusement before stepping closer to him and sitting herself down on his lap, placing one leg on either side of him and unintentionally trapping him in his seat.

"Then why won't you look at me?"

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds after Mariah's question, Fezco trying to find what to say without embarrassing himself while Mariah worried about taking his stares the wrong way.

"I'm nervous as fuck," Fezco admitted in a shy voice as he looked away from her.

"Why are you nervous?" Mariah asked and placed her hands on his shoulders for comfort, which made him look back up at her as fast as he had looked away.

"Whatchu mean why I'm nervous?" Fezco furrowed his eyebrows. "I got a pretty girl in my lap."

Mariah smiled at his words, making them both laugh. She softly tapped her fingers against his shoulder while her other arm rested on his other shoulder.

"Has anyone ever given you a lap dance before?" She asked him. Fezco shook his head in response. "Then that's probably why you're nervous."

"Nah, I think it's just you," Fezco insisted, making her laugh again.

"Okay then, since we're being honest, you had me kinda nervous too, while I was on stage," Mariah let him know.

"Why?" Fezco quizzed, trying not to smile at what she said.

"Cause you wouldn't stop staring at me," Mariah laughed. "Is there anything I can do to make you...less nervous?"

Fezco shrugged, "Iono, beautiful."

"Something to make this more like, enjoyable for you," Mariah said, trying not to smile at the nickname.

All Fezco could think was that she was so sweet. He didn't know this, but Mariah was never this accommodating to her other clients' needs. She didn't give a fuck about them, all she wanted was their money.

But it was different with Fezco. She found his shyness adorable. She found him adorable. And she loved the feeling she got in her stomach when he looked at her.

Plus it was his first lap dance, she wanted him to remember it–she wanted him to remember her.

"Think of like, anything. My job is to please you," Mariah added after a minute of silence between them. "Maybe you need to relax."

Fezco thought about it for a second, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the blunt he was gonna smoke before Mariah offered him a dance.

"You wanna smoke this wit me?" He asked her as he grabbed his lighter too.

Mariah gave him a funny look, expecting him to ask something completely different. He was so cute.

"I don't smoke on the clock," She said as she grabbed his lighter from his hand and rested the side of her face against his. "But you can."

Fezco placed the blunt between his lips, watching as Mariah sparked the lighter a few times to light it for him.

Once his blunt was lit and he had taken the first hit, Mariah soothingly ran her hand down his arm, grabbing her hand in his and then placing it on her thigh.

She glanced at Fezco for a second, smiling once seeing that he was already looking at her, which broke him into a smile as well.

Before Fezco knew it, Mariah was slowly grinding herself against him while he tapped his fingers against the skin of her inner thigh.

The action had Mariah's panties soaked, she prayed that he couldn't feel how wet she was.

All she could think about was how weak he had her. No guy had ever got her like this without touching her. He didn't even know it either.

Mariah glanced down at Fezco under her–god he looked so fine. No wonder she held the Pacific ocean in her panties.

His eyes were half closed, thanks to the weed he was smoking. But no matter how opened or closed they were, they stared at her with such want.

As Fezco met her eyes with his, he realized it.

He wanted her.

"You know you want me, baby," Mariah whispered, running her hand up his neck. Fezco froze for a second, thinking she was a mind reader until he paid attention to what was going on on the other side of the closed curtains. "You know I want you too."

"They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you," Fezco finished the lyrics to the song Superman playing in the background, making Mariah quietly laugh.

"I love Eminem," Mariah sighed in content with the song playing.

"I love M & M's too," Fezco joked, making her laugh again.

Mariah grabbed his hand off her thigh, then carefully got up off him to turn around and sit back down on his lap, placing his hand on the exposed skin of her ass.

Fezco shamelessy stared at her ass as she danced on him, running his thumb over the heart tattooed on the left cheek.

"Shit, you're beautiful," He mumbled.

Mariah had had a ton of guys stare at her before, and she had received what felt like millions of compliments, but receiving it all from Fezco was so different.

Fuck.

She wanted him too.

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