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[specialmonster]

Gabriel hadn't originally planned on coming back. It was smarter to just let the experience they shared the night before be a one night thing. So why was he here? Even he wasn't sure, but he felt the need to see her, the way he hadn't needed to see anyone in a long, long time

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[electrocutesy]

Elle had rolled out of bed late that morning in the little squalor of her apartment--for all her cash and nice clothes and shoes and bags, her place was small, and usually a mess. She slept there, and watched TV, but that was it. It was quiet, and that's why she spent most of the time at the club. She didn't like the quiet, didn't like the time to think and remember.

She liked this. The club.

The stage, the men. They were all easier to deal with than her apartment. They whistled, they catcalled, and if they got grabby, she kicked them in the shins and the bouncers, the sweethearts, threw them out.

And it was fun. She commanded the whole room when she was there--not just one, two, three men. All of them tripped over themselves, and they definitely were tonight. She was wearing boots, black ones that hugged halfway up her thighs, and a simple matching black lacy set. Dressed to kill and already on her fourth lap dance of the night.

He was some pudgy guy in his forties, and he smelled like socks and cigars.

Yes, her life was glamorous, and she couldn't wait for the song to be over, even though it had just begun.

[specialmonster]

Gabriel sipped at his scotch, frowning slightly as he found her, finally. She was in the lap of some disgusting, fat creep who didn't deserve the time of day with her. Of course, he was aware that anyone could get the time of day with her for the right price in this place, but that was hardly the point.

What the point was, however, he wasn't sure.

So instead he kept watching her as he sipped his scotch quietly.

Once the song was over he raised his glass slightly, trying to catch her attention. He didn't even think about it before it happened.

[electrocutesy]

She was grateful to slip her money into her boots and leave, even though the man had lecherously smiled at her and insisted on sticking it near her crotch first.

But she grinned as he did it, because it was her job, even though he was old and disgusting and made her skin crawl in a way it sometimes did while she was here. Sometimes she wished murder wasn't a crime.

So she wasn't in that good of a mood when she saw Gabriel signaling her. Her irritation was simmering just below the surface for reasons she didn't dare try to touch, and some of them had to do with last night, and the dances she had given him.

Mostly, she was irritated with herself, because after she had finished with him and went into the locker room, Ariel had opened her big fat mouth and told her that hadn't been a twenty dollar dance. And that was right, and hearing someone else point it out had forced her to face the fact head on. And that he was attractive, and she shouldn't be flirting with ulterior motives. She'd suffered enough jerks in her life.

She smiled though, nice and playfully, and sauntered over to lean her hip against the table. "Yes, sir?"

[specialmonster]

Gabriel paused for a moment, considering his options carefully now. He could either ask for a dance here, or ask for a private one. Which would be...well, just that, private. He almost wanted the public space to ensure nothing went too far. Not that that had stopped her last night.

He took another drink of his scotch, the glass almost empty now before he finally spoke.

"How much do those private dances you mentioned last night cost?"

He figured it didn't hurt to put in an inquiry. If it was too out of his price range, he'd...figure something else out. Or pass altogether. He should pass altogether. Why he was encouraging himself this way he wasn't sure.

Besides, she was a stripper, any connection he had felt with her last night..it had just been an act, right? A lie. Women always covered themselves up in lies, why shouldn't she be any different?

[electrocutesy]

"One-fifty," she replied straight, her smile lingering and her eyes trying to look right through him, and not at his lips, his eyes, the way his shirt fit him. No deals, no discounts. An average guy give her one-hundred and fifty dollars. (A rich pig, however... quite more.) "It's in a private room, there's a comfy chair and a pole, and it can be topless if you want. I'll be all yours for several dances." She said all this with an inviting smile, of course.

Not that it mattered if he said yes or not.

[specialmonster]

He listened carefully, once again weighing his options. He tried not to think about what she would look like without her shirt on or the fact that he was playing with fire in a way Elle herself would never understand.

"Okay," He finally agreed.

He had been saving some money up anyways. What was the worst that could happen?

[electrocutesy]

She waited for his answer, and wasn't sure how she felt when it finally came, even though she wasn't supposed to feel anything. It shouldn't matter if he said yes or no or left and jumped off a bridge.

But there was a warm tightening in her stomach at his quiet, decided agreement, in the rough skin of his hand when she took it. "Okay," she drawled, and smirked alluringly, walking past his seat, dragging him with her.

She had been right, of course. He really did want her, and he had come back for more.

[specialmonster]

He ignored the flutter of his pulse as she took his hand with her own small one. He left his glass behind. It was empty now anyways.

He followed her to one of the private rooms, telling himself that it didn't mean anything. It didn't matter that he came back after yesterday. It was just a physical attraction, and that was okay as long as he kept it in check. She was just doing her job and he was just a customer. That was all.

[electrocutesy]

That was all, and she was going to prove it. She nodded to the bouncer outside the room; there was always a few nearby for obvious reasons.

It was loud in the club, and crowded, but when she shut the door in the small room, the deafening den of people talking and the thumping bass of the speakers was drowned out. There was music in the room, of course, but it was clearer, and filled the tiny space better.

It was pink too, and so was the chair off to the side. There was a mirror as the opposite wall, and a pole was strategically placed between both.

She let go of his hand then--because it was too warm and big and reminded her too much of how it had felt on her skin--and walked the length, turning around and playing with the straps of her bra.

They fell off her shoulders, and she traced the delicate line of her collarbone, her lips pulling into a faint smile. "Topless?"

[specialmonster]

"Either way is fine," Came his noncommittal answer. He actually kind of preferred if she left her top on. It would make it much easier to keep control of himself, which is something he had to do, no matter what.

The room seemed small to him, almost too small, but he guessed they did that on purpose, to really cement the private feel. The smallness made it seem even warmer then the main room had. Or maybe that was his nervousness. Maybe it was that glass of scotch he had drunk a little too quickly. Maybe it was a combination of all three. He wasn't sure.

He made his way over to the chair, taking off his jacket and draping it over it. That made things a little better, at least. He felt awkward and out of his element, neither thing being something he liked.

Maybe this had been a mistake.

[electrocutesy]

His answer annoyed her; it was as if she just asked him if he wanted to keep the television on. Either way is fine. What kind of answer was that? The correct one was to take it off, because nine times out of ten, that was always the answer.

Not that she hadn't heard his before, either. In shy little mutterings paired with awkward glances, as if she didn't know the real answer was yes. But he didn't mutter, and he didn't sound shy.

She tried not to huff in irritation as he sat, his posture tense and uncomfortable again, his figure taking up most of the seat and making him seem too big and out of place surrounded by so much magenta. She was still bristling at she stared at him, trying not to glare through the awkward pause.

"Fine," she bit out, with a little too much punch, and walked over without taking it off. It was his money.

[specialmonster]

"You can take it off if you want to," He added at her snappy tone. Had he said the wrong thing? Probably. Interacting with others, especially women, had never been a strong point of his.

It didn't help that he was normally the type of person who just isolated himself.

"Can I still order drinks while in here?" He asked curiously. Maybe if he had another drink, he'd be able to relax more. That would probably make things a little easier on everyone, to say the very least.

[electrocutesy]

Why would she want to? As if she enjoyed taking her bra off so assholes could stare at her breasts and try to cop a feel like the dogs they were. And the way he said it, so innocently, just made her seethe quietly, as if it would be completely natural for her to want to.

But she smiled anyway. "It's your choice, silly," she said, a little sharply. "You're payin' for it. And no, you can bring them in, but I'm not your waitress."

[specialmonster]

"I'll remember that for next time," He murmured in response to the question about the drinks. Assuming there was a next time. He didn't know if there would be yet. They would have to see how things went this time.

So far, they were going a little badly, to say the least.

"You can take it off," He finally said, giving a more definite answer to her previous question. It seemed liked the one she wanted, at the very least.

[electrocutesy]

Of course she could. And if he could have just said yes or no in the beginning, she wouldn't be so pissed off, and pissed off he said next time, because that meant she had to going through his awkward mumbling again.

That part about him wasn't very attractive, she thought. She should just concentrate on that part, she decided with a sweet, convincing smile, climbing into his lap.

She reached back to unhook the lacy material, and let it slip down her arms.

[specialmonster]

His breath hitched as she climbed into his lap, just like she had the night before. His dark eyes looked over her creamy white skins as the lacy bra slid down her arms, exposing her breasts. They were perky, and much more real looking than more of the women at the club. A plus, in his eyes. He'd rather have them natural than huge.

His hands remain at his sides. He knows that even though they're in a private room, the rules are the same. He still can't touch. It's better that way.