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It was dark inside the club, the neon lights being the only illumination. It was quite an upscale club with fancy glass stages, and a huge dance floor. The bar was made of different color tile, with glass shelves to hold the alcohol.
It was a busy friday for sure, but the tips were good. You stood mixing drinks at the bar, in a pair of spandex shorts that showed the bottom of your butt, and a lacy deep purple bralett. Your heeled boots tapped against the floor to the beat of the song, as you gently swayed your hips.
"Hey y/n we got a table!" Mika, your co worker yelled to you. Before you left with your note pad though, he grabbed your arm. "Don't look any of them in the eyes understand?" You nodded before walking of to a table.
"Hi welcome to cosmo what can I get...you?" Your sentence died down as you accidentally made eye contact with the man sitting in the middle. It was engrained into your mind to look customers in the eyes, and it was quite hard to break that habit.
"You're awfully pretty aren't you?" A guy with a buzz cut stated looking you up and down. You looked down at your boots waiting for their orders.
"I'll just have a rum and coke." The man in the middle said. His voice was smooth and velvety. The type that'd make your legs weak, and it definitely did.
"Anything else?" You indirectly looked at the two other men waiting for their orders.
"I'll have a Black Russian." The man with a buzz cut stated.
"And I'll have a mai tai." The other said. He had a blonde strip in the middle of his hair.
"Alright I'll be back with your drinks." You flashed a quick smile before walking away, feeling their stares as you walked. You added a little more swing to your hips, intended to tease them before stalking behind the counter to prepare their drinks.
You quickly prepped the three drinks, as It was almost time for you to prepare for your performance. Oddly enough you were allowed to do 2 dances a night for the entire club, while also being a bar tender.
That way you could get a check from the club and get tips. You also occasionally did private rooms, if it wasn't busy.
You brought the drinks back to the table, gently placing them down. "Anything else I can get you?" You looked up, locking eyes with the man in the middle once again, his dark blue irises staring intently into yours.
He had a fresh undercut, his hair tousled and flipped to one side. He also had multiple piercings, and a small portion of a tattoo was displayed on his neck and chest.
He was reclined in his chair, the top three buttons on his shirt undone. His black suit jacket flexed around his muscles. He looked you up and down before smirking.
"What's your name love?" He asked.
"L/n F/n" you said shifting your weight between both of your legs, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Do you dance?" He questioned taking a sip from his drink.
"Occasionally." You said.
"Do you Dance tonight?" He asked.
"Yes actually in a couple of minutes. If there's nothing else I can get you, excuse me." You stalked away placing the tray down and telling Mika that you were getting ready for your dance.
In the changing room you changed your bralett for a see through bra with a deep, wine red lace to cover the nipples and a pair of red lacy panties. You took your grey silk robe and put it over your outfit, slipping on your white, bedazzled, heels.
You sprayed a bit of perfume in your curly hair, and stood up ready to preform. You went on the large, main stage, at the club and lay across the couch your feet hanging off the side of it. It was soft on your skin, as you got into character. The blue eyed man popped into your head again and you decided that you wanted to put on a show for him.
You slowly snapped your fingers above your face until you hear the lyrics start to play from the speakers. You were dancing to Seven Nation Army, by Scott bradleeβs postmodern Jukebox. You started moving one leg up the other until it was completely extended, using it to pull your body upwards.
Once you were sitting up you let the robe fall off of one of your shoulders before standing up. You turned in a circle before swinging your hips slightly, kicking your leg up behind you.
You stalked over to the pole attached to the stage and wrapped your leg around it, spinning a bit before lifting yourself off of the ground. You leaned backwards, while staying hooked on with your legs, nearly hanging upside down.
You let the robe completely slip off of you as you leaned up gripping the pole again. You slid down into a split, twerking a bit before bringing your legs together and rolling over.
You walked back over to the couch before slowly sliding over the side and climbing on all fours to the center of it. You arched your back, before flipping your hair and bringing your hips down to meet the couch.
You turned onto your back arching it up, before smiling seductively at the audience. Your eyes locked with the same blue eyed man again who was watching you intently.
You winked at him before standing up with your back facing the audience, and moving your hips and ass in a circular motion. As the song was coming to an end you sat on the couch with your legs spread, and your head thrown back.
When the lights dimmed and the song ended you placed your robe back on, and walked off the stage to the changing area. While walking, you felt a pair of hands firmly grip your waist.
The smell of expensive cologne and mint hit your senses, and you looked up to see the familiar blue eyes and tousled hair.
"You were pretty good out there akachan." You relaxed your body smirking up at him.
"Well I'm glad you liked it. I added a little more spice just for you." He smirked down at you before placing his lips on yours briefly before pushing you against the wall.
"Why don't you dance for me in private hmm?" He looked down at you while still keeping his grip on your waist.
"That can be arranged on one condition."
"What is it?" He asked close to your ear causing shivers to run down your spine.
"I want to know your name and maybe how old you are." He smirked down at you.
"Kageyama Tobio, and I'm 24 love. How old are you?" He asked kissing up your neck.
"21." You said in a gasp as he softly nipped on your skin.
"Get your stuff. You're coming with me." He said looking into your eyes.
"I wish I could but my boss-"
"I'll handle him. I do own the club after all." Your eyes widened as sudden realization hit you.
"Alright then let me get my stuff." He released you and you walked away quickly. After retrieving all of your things, you walked back to his table in some Jean shorts and the same bralett.
"You ready love?" He asked while standing up.
"Yes sir." You replied smiling lightly.
"Great. Let's go."
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It was dark inside the club, the neon lights being the only illumination. It was quite an upscale club with fancy glass stages, and a huge dance floor. The bar was made of different color tile, with glass shelves to hold the alcohol.
It was a busy friday for sure, but the tips were good. You stood mixing drinks at the bar, in a pair of spandex shorts that showed the bottom of your butt, and a lacy deep purple bralett. Your heeled boots tapped against the floor to the beat of the song, as you gently swayed your hips.
"Hey y/n we got a table!" Mika, your co worker yelled to you. Before you left with your note pad though, he grabbed your arm. "Don't look any of them in the eyes understand?" You nodded before walking of to a table.
"Hi welcome to cosmo what can I get...you?" Your sentence died down as you accidentally made eye contact with the man sitting in the middle. It was engrained into your mind to look customers in the eyes, and it was quite hard to break that habit.
"You're awfully pretty aren't you?" A guy with a buzz cut stated looking you up and down. You looked down at your boots waiting for their orders.
"I'll just have a rum and coke." The man in the middle said. His voice was smooth and velvety. The type that'd make your legs weak, and it definitely did.
"Anything else?" You indirectly looked at the two other men waiting for their orders.
"I'll have a Black Russian." The man with a buzz cut stated.
"And I'll have a mai tai." The other said. He had a blonde strip in the middle of his hair.
"Alright I'll be back with your drinks." You flashed a quick smile before walking away, feeling their stares as you walked. You added a little more swing to your hips, intended to tease them before stalking behind the counter to prepare their drinks.
You quickly prepped the three drinks, as It was almost time for you to prepare for your performance. Oddly enough you were allowed to do 2 dances a night for the entire club, while also being a bar tender.
That way you could get a check from the club and get tips. You also occasionally did private rooms, if it wasn't busy.
You brought the drinks back to the table, gently placing them down. "Anything else I can get you?" You looked up, locking eyes with the man in the middle once again, his dark blue irises staring intently into yours.
He had a fresh undercut, his hair tousled and flipped to one side. He also had multiple piercings, and a small portion of a tattoo was displayed on his neck and chest.
He was reclined in his chair, the top three buttons on his shirt undone. His black suit jacket flexed around his muscles. He looked you up and down before smirking.
"What's your name love?" He asked.
"L/n F/n" you said shifting your weight between both of your legs, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Do you dance?" He questioned taking a sip from his drink.
"Occasionally." You said.
"Do you Dance tonight?" He asked.
"Yes actually in a couple of minutes. If there's nothing else I can get you, excuse me." You stalked away placing the tray down and telling Mika that you were getting ready for your dance.
In the changing room you changed your bralett for a see through bra with a deep, wine red lace to cover the nipples and a pair of red lacy panties. You took your grey silk robe and put it over your outfit, slipping on your white, bedazzled, heels.
You sprayed a bit of perfume in your curly hair, and stood up ready to preform. You went on the large, main stage, at the club and lay across the couch your feet hanging off the side of it. It was soft on your skin, as you got into character. The blue eyed man popped into your head again and you decided that you wanted to put on a show for him.
You slowly snapped your fingers above your face until you hear the lyrics start to play from the speakers. You were dancing to Seven Nation Army, by Scott bradleeβs postmodern Jukebox. You started moving one leg up the other until it was completely extended, using it to pull your body upwards.
Once you were sitting up you let the robe fall off of one of your shoulders before standing up. You turned in a circle before swinging your hips slightly, kicking your leg up behind you.
You stalked over to the pole attached to the stage and wrapped your leg around it, spinning a bit before lifting yourself off of the ground. You leaned backwards, while staying hooked on with your legs, nearly hanging upside down.
You let the robe completely slip off of you as you leaned up gripping the pole again. You slid down into a split, twerking a bit before bringing your legs together and rolling over.
You walked back over to the couch before slowly sliding over the side and climbing on all fours to the center of it. You arched your back, before flipping your hair and bringing your hips down to meet the couch.
You turned onto your back arching it up, before smiling seductively at the audience. Your eyes locked with the same blue eyed man again who was watching you intently.
You winked at him before standing up with your back facing the audience, and moving your hips and ass in a circular motion. As the song was coming to an end you sat on the couch with your legs spread, and your head thrown back.
When the lights dimmed and the song ended you placed your robe back on, and walked off the stage to the changing area. While walking, you felt a pair of hands firmly grip your waist.
The smell of expensive cologne and mint hit your senses, and you looked up to see the familiar blue eyes and tousled hair.
"You were pretty good out there akachan." You relaxed your body smirking up at him.
"Well I'm glad you liked it. I added a little more spice just for you." He smirked down at you before placing his lips on yours briefly before pushing you against the wall.
"Why don't you dance for me in private hmm?" He looked down at you while still keeping his grip on your waist.
"That can be arranged on one condition."
"What is it?" He asked close to your ear causing shivers to run down your spine.
"I want to know your name and maybe how old you are." He smirked down at you.
"Kageyama Tobio, and I'm 24 love. How old are you?" He asked kissing up your neck.
"21." You said in a gasp as he softly nipped on your skin.
"Get your stuff. You're coming with me." He said looking into your eyes.
"I wish I could but my boss-"
"I'll handle him. I do own the club after all." Your eyes widened as sudden realization hit you.
"Alright then let me get my stuff." He released you and you walked away quickly. After retrieving all of your things, you walked back to his table in some Jean shorts and the same bralett.
"You ready love?" He asked while standing up.
"Yes sir." You replied smiling lightly.
"Great. Let's go."
