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Neville was paralyzed as he sat on the red leather couch he was pushed down onto. The guy at the front said to take a left then a right? Or a right then a left? Oh god. This definitely isn’t Daphne’s office. He felt his mouth drop open as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him. She was tall but he noted she had insane hot pink heels on. Her pale skin was covered in a light pink shimmer but it looked absolutely flawless as his eyes roamed over her legs and she turned around.
He hissed a sharp breath as she leaned forward, dragging her nails up the backs of her thighs and giving her plush ass a squeeze. She stood back up just to drop that ass directly into his lap and she leaned back against his chest, spreading her legs and winding one of her arms around his neck. Her sleek black hair tickled the side of his face and he was momentarily stunned by the bright floral scent of it.
“Uh–um, ma’am, I’m going to hate myself forever for this but I–I think I’m in the wrong place,” He stammered and she sat up, turning in his lap to face him with a raised eyebrow.
“Where exactly are you meant to be, handsome?” She leaned one of her arms against the top of the couch, propping her head up in her hand and looking at him, amused.
“I’m here to see Daphne about the bouncer position?”
She laughed and it sounded like fucking sunshine, “oh wow, yes you’re in the wrong place then! Her office is further down the hall, on the right. I can take you,” She leaned back a little and eyed him up and down. Neville swallowed hard under her stare.
“Petal, one of your regulars is out here waitin’ what’s the hold up?” Another woman popped her head through the curtain to the room.
“Who is it?” The woman in his lap asked.
“Flint, I can tell him you’re busy?”
“He won’t buy it if I’m not actually busy, my no doesn’t matter but another man’s will do a trick, fucking asshole,” She turned back to Neville with a grin, “I could be busy though,”
“Are you asking me to accept a free lap dance so you don’t have to be alone with a guy that makes you uncomfortable? Because as much as I would absolutely hate that , I think I could power through, you know, for you ,” Neville looked at her face, now that her insane fucking body wasn’t distracting him, he was able to see how gorgeous she was. She had a little upturned nose and alluring, fox-like brown eyes with long feathery eyelashes. The eyelashes might be fake, he realized with an inward chuckle, but she was really fucking sexy in any case. She bit her full pink painted lip a little as he looked at her and then smirked when she undoubtedly felt his cock twitch beneath her.
“That is exactly what I’m asking, what a trooper you are, I’m in awe of your self-sacrifice,” She pressed a hand against his chest and stood, leaning close to him and sliding the hand downward toward the top of his jeans and she turned back to the woman at the curtain, “I’m with a customer, I’m afraid he’ll have to seek other entertainment,”
“What if he says he’ll wait?”
“What’s your name, babe?” She asked.
“It’s Neville,”
“Neville here just paid for two hours,” She turned back to the curtain with a dramatic pout, “Poor Mr Flint,”
The woman laughed and flounced away.
“You don’t have to actually dance on me for two hours,”
“You don’t want me to?”
“I never said that and I would absolutely never say that,” he smiled at her nervously, “Is Petal your- your stage name?”
“Yeah, if you get the job I’ll tell you the real one,”
“I’ve never felt more motivated to do well in a job interview before,”
She laughed, leaning her hands on his knees and swaying her hips rhythmically. She stood back up and ran her hands from her thighs up over her breasts and into the slightly messy updo of her hair. She dropped back into his lap, facing him and held his chin, tilting it up to her and he gasped at how it made him feel. He suddenly wanted to do anything she asked, he would drop to his knees and beg her to give him even a second of her time.
“You are adorable,” She whispered, rubbing her thumb over his lower lip and leaning in so close he could feel her warm breath on his face, “Is there something else you’d rather do?”
“Literally anything you want,” he responded breathily, the words bursting out of him before he could even take a second to think about how desperate he probably sounded.
But her eyes darkened further and her lips parted, her tongue slipping out to slide against her upper lip, “Do you want to kiss me?”
“I–I feel like that must be against some rules,” he stuttered, glancing quickly at the curtain in a panic.
“I make the rules when we’re in here,” She moved his chin back to face her, firmly, before sliding her hand into his hair, pulling his head back and pushing up onto her knees so she towered slightly over him.
A tortured sounding groan scrambled out of his throat and his head was spinning. Since when did this kind of domination do things to him?
“If you want to kiss me, I want you to say please,”
“Fuck, please ,” the words were barely out of his mouth and her lips pressed to his. Sparks flashed behind his eyes and he melted under her, willing her to devour him whole. He moaned into her mouth as she tightened her grip on his hair and pulled at his lower lip with her teeth.
She slowly dropped back down into his lap and rocked against him before pulling away, just as breathless as he was, and standing. “I can show you to Daphne’s office if you’d like,”
Neville sat there frozen, hard as a rock and still panting a little from kissing her, “Uh, yeah, maybe in a minute or, like a couple minutes,”
That was how he’d met Pansy.
He’d gotten the bouncer job and it was the perfect gig for him while he finished school. He was nearly done and a job in research and conservation waited for him in Cambridge. He just had to get to the end of the week. On top of being extremely convenient, Neville found that he was rather good at the job. He could read the dancers faces and intervene in situations before they became dangerous, he could tell with near perfect precision when a patron was going to be trouble the second they walked in. He commanded a level of respect at the door, a quiet confidence that wrangled rowdy crowds and had teenagers giving up and leaving before they even made it to the front of the line.
He learned how to read the dancers by watching Pansy. At first he was just in awe of her grace, the strength in her body and the way she was able to move fluidly around the stage. Then he would watch her face as she flipped between focus and seduction with ease. The first time it switched to something different, something darker, she’d been weaving through the tables, her black metallic skirt and bra set was shiny under the lights, like it was made of latex. Maybe it was, Neville hadn’t gotten very close to her that night, not yet. Someone in a booth had shot out their arm to block her path and Neville took immediate notice, eyeing the customer closely.
They’d whispered something to her and she looked down with a furrowed brow, questioning. Something dark and angry crossed over her face and then she looked around, searching for something. She locked eyes with Neville and gave him a wide eyed pointed look. Neville tilted his head at her and then the customer grabbed onto her wrist and Pansy had him pinned face down on the table with his arm bent behind his back before Neville could take two steps toward them.
Pansy had needed to take the rest of the evening off. Daphne would never punish her for defending herself, but she shouldn’t have needed to. That was Neville’s job and whoever else was on shift. But in that particular moment, it had been on Neville. It was Neville who’d received the warning and Neville who’d apologized to Pansy profusely with an enormous bouquet of calla lilies left at her vanity when she came in for her next shift. Neville promised her and himself that he’d never be that slow to respond to a situation like that again.
There was a system that he and the other bouncers had. They rotated watching the door, watching the floor, watching the bar and watching the private rooms. They weren’t necessarily allowed to survey the private rooms, but they were posted outside and would check in at set intervals. The dancers had multiple protocols for calling for help or communicating with them. There were two buzzers discretely located within the room that would send a signal to where they were posted, there were safety words to use and hidden mics would relay the message to their earpieces and facial/hand gestures they all learned to watch for. Watching the bar was simpler, mostly just keeping control of rambunctious drunk customers, making sure they didn’t try to scale the bar and they weren’t harassing the bartenders, breaking up fights and kicking people out if they didn’t respect being cut off. Watching the floor was more stressful because you had to keep track of every waitress and dancer that worked the tables as well as who was on the stage. If the private rooms were empty, a second security member would be posted on the floor until they were needed again.
It was Neville’s turn to watch the floor that Friday night. Pansy was on stage, flowing through her floor routine expertly, bouncing on her knees and tossing her glossy hair around as the crowd threw bills up at her. A man near the stage had caught his eye just as Pansy strode over to the catwalk. He was slowly scooting closer and closer, slipping past people when they turned away and he kept eyeing Greg by the bar, looking to see if Greg was watching him. So this man hadn’t seen Neville, good . Neville slowly worked his way closer, moving around the periphery of the club, hiding away from the spotlight and keeping his eyes trained on this man. He got right to the edge of the stage and when Pansy strutted past, he tried to reach out and touch her calf. Neville pushed through the crowd to get close and looked up at Pansy, concerned that she hadn’t noticed her grabby admirer. She’d dropped down onto her hands and knees, crawling the length of the cat walk and then leaning back onto her heels, her thighs spread wide as she ran her hands over her exposed skin.
As Neville closed in on the man and moved to cage him in place he threw his arm out and grabbed a hold of Pansy’s inner thigh. Pansy jerked up like she’d been burned and Neville snarled as he grabbed the back of the man’s shirt and hauled him back.
The man sputtered as he choked, the collar of his button down biting into his windpipe. He tried to speak, to shout and he swung his arms backward wildly, trying to make contact with his assailant. But Neville had a good half a foot on him in height and easily held him away as he dragged him away from the stage like he weighed nothing. He got to the door and unceremoniously tossed the guy out onto the curb, he landed hard on his knees and elbows.
“What the fuck ?!” He shouted as she pushed himself to stand and whirled around. When he saw Neville towering over him, breathing heavy and likely looking rather murderous, he stepped back and made a strangled sound like he’d just swallowed his own tongue.
Neville pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the man before he threw his hands up and stammered, “What are you doing?!”
“You’re banned, I’m posting your picture up at the door,” Neville responded simply, tucking his phone back away.
“Come on man, she’s just a stripper, she probably would’ve let me do anything if I tucked enough cash between her tits, a bit small though if I’m honest,” He turned to make his way down the street and Neville looked at his watch. Just barely passed midnight.
“Oof, sucks to be you mate,” Neville bit back a smile and began rolling up his sleeves.
The guy turned around with a slick grin, “Why’s that?”
“I’m officially off the clock,” He took two long strides, cocked his arm back and landed a hard, solid punch to the center of the guy’s face, knocking him backward onto the pavement, unconscious.
“Neville!” He heard Pansy shriek behind him and he spun around, feeling the bite blooming across his knuckle.
“I was off at midnight!” He yelled back, sounding a bit complaintive.
She walked over to him, no longer in her shimmering stage outfit and wearing simple black leggings and one of his hoodies. She took his hand in hers and turned it over to inspect his knuckles, she kissed her teeth and looked up at him scoldingly.
“I hope he deserved it,” she murmured, leaning down to press her lips to his reddened skin.
He smirked, “Absolutely,”
She grabbed onto his forearm and tugged him in the direction of the parking garage and watched him closely out of the corner of her eye until they reached his Subaru. She snuck his keys out of his front pocket and opened the driver’s side door, gesturing for him to get in. He raised an eyebrow at her but settled in and then looked at her incredulously when she bent down to adjust the seat and slide it back.
“Pans, what are you doing,”
“Rewarding my white knight,” she purred. She climbed in, straddling him and then shut the door. The overhead light slowly went out as he stared at her in shock. She took his hands, where they’d been hovering over her thighs and slipped them under the hoodie she had on. His breath hitched as his fingers touched her heated bare skin, sliding up over her ribs to her breasts. She didn’t have a bra on and he was able to cup her tits fully with his large palms. He squeezed gently before dropping his hands slightly and swiping his thumbs over her hardened nipples. She bit her lip as she held his gaze, their height difference keeping them eye to eye now with her perched in his lap.
She surged forward to kiss him and he groaned into her mouth. Every kiss with her was actual bliss. She tasted like the candy he bought her that she snacked on backstage. Today it was blue raspberry jolly ranchers. He took everything she gave him, always, but it never felt like quite enough. He wanted there to be not a single inch of her body he hadn’t had in his mouth. He broke the kiss to drag his tongue over her neck and suck his possession into her skin as he continued to stroke and toy with her breasts and nipples. She whimpered and groaned into the empty air of his car, the sounds of her pleasure and the soft squeak of the driver’s seat being all that he could hear.
“Fuck, Pans, I want you so fucking bad,” He moaned into her crook of her neck and she rocked her hips over him pulling an even louder moan from his throat that reverberated against her collarbone. She reached down between them with both of her hands to fumble at his belt and zipper, quickly working both open and slipping one hand down the front of his briefs to grab onto his achingly hard length.
“Have me, have me then,”
“How the fuck am I supposed to get into these,” Neville grabbed at the tight fabric of her leggings and she stroked his cock, pressing it against her spandex covered center and leaning forward to whisper into his ear.
“I’m naked under them and I have another pair in the back, Nev, get creative,”
He growled at her and gripped the seam of the leggings with both of his hands, he captured her mouth and nipped at her lips as he tore the leggings open in the center. She gasped against him and he looked down to see her cunt fully on display, glistening and flushed pink as his cock bobbed just in front of it.
“Oh god, Pans, I need–”
“I know, baby, I know,” she pushed up on her knees, bending her neck when the top of her head bumped the ceiling. He shifted back a bit, holding onto his cock so she could line herself up over him and he had just enough time to appreciate how breathtaking her pussy was like this before she began slowly dropping down, wriggling her hips against him to accommodate the stretch of him and twisting up her face. She was holding breath, he cupped her face softly.
“Breathe, Pans, fuuuccckk , you feel so good,” She was about halfway down and she opened her eyes to meet his in the dark and leaned her cheek into his hand.
“You’re so big, Nev,” she whined and he nodded, he knew. He dropped one of his hands from her face to slide it down to rub circles over her clit and he felt her immediately relax a little, allowing more of him to slip inside of her.
“That’s it, honey, fuck you take it so fucking well, look at you,” he applied a bit more pressure, smiling at her as she gasped and sank down further. She furrowed her brow in concentration and shifted her hips forward and back, taking a little bit more each time she rocked down until finally her hips were fully settled onto his and she launched herself forward to kiss him triumphantly.
Then she started to ride him and immediately let the sweetest cries and moans fall from her perfect pouty lips as she did so. She gripped onto his shirt tightly, working her hips rapidly, rising up and dropping down and rocking back and forth. He could feel every bit of her tight cunt from every different angle she could manage and she felt so perfect. So perfect, “Always so perfect, shit, Pansy, you feel too fucking good, I’m not gonna last long, my god, so tight,” he gripped her thigh firmly with one hand while the other continued to work her clit, “So good, fuck, fuck ,”
“No, Nev, you do not come until I do,” She leaned back then, careful not to press the horn on the steering wheel but providing a new angle that he knew drove her insane as his cock reached a spot inside her that usually had her coming within seconds.
He nodded eagerly at her but she stilled and pulled him forward slightly by the shirt, “Say it, baby,”
“I won’t come until you do, I won’t, love, I promise,” He insisted, alternating his thumb between circles and pressing until her back arched slightly and her breath hitched. There she was, she was so close. He kept his thumb pressed to her clit and wrapped his other arm around her waist, tilting his hips up to drive in even deeper and thrust shallowly, just a centimeter in and out, just enough to stroke at that spot over and over as he kept firm pressure on her clit and she broke with a loud scream, her head dropped backward and he stared down at his cock deep inside her pussy, just peeking out from beneath the hoodie, his hoodie, on his girlfriend. He came so hard his vision blacked out for a second and he tightened his arm around her waist to anchor him until he came back down.
They arrived at their apartment a short time later, fully sated and exhausted. Neville dropped the keys off in the little wonky dish Pansy had made when she’d first started getting into pottery. A bouquet of peonies sat proudly in her most recent piece, an elaborately glazed high neck vase that was perched on their kitchen counter. He smiled at the photos stuck to the fridge, some of the two of them, some with their friends and a bright picture of Pansy posing proudly in front of her new studio just outside of Cambridge. He watched fondly as Pansy walked over to the calendar pinned to the wall and marked a big red X on today, pointing at the end of the week. His graduation from the University of York and their last shifts at the club. He glanced around at their half packed apartment, and opened his arms wide as she walked over and settled against his chest.
“I’m really excited for this, Nev,” she murmured against the fabric of his shirt and he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
He pressed a series of affectionate kisses to the top of her head and muttered into her hair, “I love you,”