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His focus would be drawn to her, is drawn to her, no matter what she's wearing. Still, as she steps back out onto the floor, there's no way he'd ever be able to ignore her. Darlington feels his face heat, but it's more desire than embarrassment.

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It's his rule, one that she bides by, and Alex smirks at that, tilting her head.

"Another twenty," she says. "If you're looking for the jackpot."

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He loves the way she looks when she smirks, that flat Valley accent getting just a little stronger. "I am," he says, then pauses a moment. "I have to admit, this is the first time I've really done anything like this."

Technically, it's true. There had been the lapdance from a year ago, Alex using it half as a way to make a point, and it's not uncommon for her to sit him down to try out a move she'd learned from one of the other girls or test the way a new set of lingerie feels before she takes it into work--but always at home, behind closed doors.

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"A virgin," she says, and she's grinning when she says it. "Well, I'm glad that I'm the one who gets to pop your cherry."

She turns her back on him, starting to dance in earnest. She knows exactly how good her ass looks in this dress.

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It's absurd and filthy and perfectly Alex, and Danny just manages not to roll his eyes as she turns around. God, he loves her. He can't believe he's here, agreeing to this, and he loves her.

She starts to dance with more intent than her idle movements from before, and Danny watches, letting his eyes linger, letting her feel the weight of his gaze.

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Knowing that his eyes are on her even though she's not looking at him, Alex's fingers twist into the flimsy fabric of her skirt, starting to tug it up over her thighs, revealing garters and black lace.

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The dress was thin and sheer enough that he'd had a good idea of what lay beneath already, but she starts to pull it up and there's still an eroticism to the reveal, dark fabric giving way to black lace, the lines of the garters a contrast against her pale thighs. "Fuck," he murmurs, the oath a quiet, appreciative sound.

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He's seen her ass before, but Alex still enjoys the reaction, knows that seeing it in this context will feel different. Her dress shucked up around her thighs, she turns, lifting her hands over head, her fingers tangling in her hair.

"Tips in the garter, handsome," she says, nodding to the lace around her upper thigh.

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Alex is always beautiful, but like this--dress hiked up, back arched, her hands in her hair--there's an echo of that power he'd felt from her on so many other occasions and in so many different ways. Danny manages not to fumble in getting his wallet out of his pocket, glad he has a decent amount of singles inside.

"Of course," he says, leaning forward just enough to tuck a folded pair of bills under the lace of the garter. The tension in trying to stick to the rules, not touch her more than is necessary to complete that single, simple action, is absolutely perfect.

[takecourage]

"Thank you."

He tucks a folded bill into her garter and Alex grins, piling her hair up on top of her head before she lets it whisper down around her shoulders. She reaches up to the halter of her necks and undoes it, peeling the fabric down to reveal her bra.

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Her hair tumbles down, a dark waterfall that has his mouth going absurdly dry. This is ridiculous. He loves it. As she undoes the clasp to the halter at her neck, he watches, luxuriating in every revealed inch of skin as she pulls the dress down.

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She keeps peeling the dress down, turning her back on him again and bending as she rolls it down over the curve of her ass, stripping to her underwear, her stockings, her dangerously high heels. She pushes the dress all of the way down and then she steps out of it altogether.

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It's intimate and public all at once; it might be commonplace for Alex, but Danny's all too aware of the combination, the sight of her stripped just that little bit further in the middle of the club. This, too, had been part of the fantasy sometimes, and having it now in reality is nearly unbelievable.

[takecourage]

Stripped down to her underwear, she shifts, putting one foot up onto the chair between his legs as she gyrates her hips, her hands grazing up over her tits to push them together.

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Alex moves closer, her foot resting between his legs, her body swaying to the music. It's all too easy for Danny to tilt his head up, to watch her as she dances and runs her hands over her tits; touching herself as a reminder that he's not permitted to do the same. He's not going to break the rules, but god, how he wants to.

"I'm sure you hear this from just about everybody," he says, "but you're gorgeous."

[takecourage]

"Doesn't mean I don't like hearing it from you, baby," she says, her fingers circling her nipples through the flimsy lace of her bra, idly playing with the piercings underneath. She pushes her fingers into his hair, shifting her knee so that she can, for a moment, drag his face closer to the crotch of her panties.

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"Point taken."

Her fingers move into his hair, the pull not hard but insistent; perfect for this, here and now. When she drags him closer his breath shivers, and he doesn't quite manage to hold back another low groan.

[takecourage]

She holds him there for a moment and then she lets him go, reaching behind her to unhook her bra before she peels it off. He's seen her tits before, that day, even, but that doesn't mean she thinks he'll like it any less.

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Living together means he's seen her in as many states of dress and undress as she's seen him, means he knows every inch of her more intimately than he might have expected that first long-ago day they'd met in New Haven, but it's different like this. Alex unhooks her bra and takes it off, her movements slow and seductive, and it's almost like seeing her without it for the first time.

Fishing another bill out of his wallet, he slides it beneath her garter--this time, without being told.

[takecourage]

Alex drops her bra on the floor next them, one hand skimming down her flat belly to push under the elastic of her panties, between lace and the fabric of her g-string.

"Thank you."

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"You're welcome," he says, automatic and polite. Even here, he can't quite shut off the easy manners he's spent his life perfecting. The smile that crosses his face when he actually hears himself isn't so controlled; there's an edge of embarrassment to it, and something almost boyish.

[takecourage]

Alex flexes her fingers under thin fabric, a move that looks much lewder than anything she's actually doing (though, since it's him she's dancing for, she does press with her fingertips a little, her hips canting forward).

"Like what you see so far?" she asks.

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He knows she's not touching herself, or suspects as much; it's another piece of theatre, a performance of the erotic that suggests at something that could be but never is. Still, her fingers move beneath the lace of her panties, and Danny finds himself pretending it's real. Wanting it to be.

"Definitely," he says when she asks, his hands obediently still at his sides as she keeps moving. "And not simply because it's my first time."

[takecourage]

"Mmmm."

Alex pulls her hand out of her panties and turns, stepping out of her dress and kicking it to the side, running her thumbs under her waistbadn before she spreads her legs and bends, starting to roll the elastic down over her ass.

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Alex knows how easily he'll blush, how satisfying it is when she can bring it out in him; the poised golden boy losing a bit of his composure. As she strips ever further, his face heats, watching the lace tangle around her thighs as she drags the panties down.

[takecourage]

She bends almost double, pushing her panties all the way down her thighs, her hair and inky tumble, before she straightens up. Naked except for her g-string, tiny by design, she turns back to him, her fingers skimming over her tits, tweaking pierced nipples. "You still want to put that extra twenty down, handsome?"

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She's beautiful--more than that, she's powerful, in a way that's all of her own making and control, something worlds beyond what he'd seen in her that Halloween at Manuscript. More than the nudity, the way she toys with herself and preens, that power is what he gravitates towards. He thinks he always will.

Lost in admiration, it takes a beat longer for him to realize she'd asked him a question. "Right, yes, definitely," he says, with a laugh at his own flusteredness, how like an innocent it makes him sound. He gets a twenty from his wallet and holds it up, his eyes meeting hers for a moment.

[takecourage]

There's a soft, worshipful look on Danny's face and Alex revels in it for a moment, just preening before she lifts her foot again, presenting the garter, aware of how little clothes she's actually wearing.

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Her foot lands on the chair again, resting between his legs, and Danny suppresses a shiver. He folds the twenty, then slides it under her garter, his movements slow and carefully deliberate. The position of her body makes that scrap of a g-string something like a formality, and he's almost surprised how compelling that is.

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Alex grins.

"Thank you." She runs her thumbs under the waistband of her G-string, her hips canting forward. She's intensely aware of where his mouth is right then.

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Danny's as aware as she is of their positions, the angle of her hips and the tilt of his head, the tug of her thumbs on her g-string a tease for this last reveal. It's all the filthier because it's so public, and God, he loves it more than he expected to.

He swallows hard, feeling like she's waiting, drawing this out and reveling in both the tension and his reaction to it. "Go ahead," he murmurs, and only just remembers not to add Alex to the end of it, that they're meant to be strangers of a kind.

[takecourage]

A smile, more genuine that her smirk from earlier, tugs at the corner of her lips. Not going past her g-string is a rule because it made it one, because it mattered to him, and there's no-one else she'd do this for. She takes her foot down but stays close to him, as close as she can get without straddling his lap altogether, as she starts to peel the underwear down.

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All he can do is watch. Sitting here with Alex so close, tensely and almost agonizingly aware of the rules he's abiding by just like any other patron, Danny watches as she pulls the underwear down, uncovering those last few inches of bare skin. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing, unable to believe the sequence of events that led the both of them to just this moment, but he doesn't look away.

[takecourage]

She turns slowly, peeling her underwear down over thighs until she's completely gloriously naked, bare except for her garter.

She slides into his lap, draping her arms around his neck, her hips grinding in time to the music.

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Alex slips into his lap, beautiful and naked and with the bills he'd already given her bristling from her garter, and in that moment Danny wants her so intensely he's almost dizzy with it. "God, you're enjoying this," he murmurs under the beat of the music, the warmth of his tone and the look on his face making the role he's supposed to be playing slip a bit, in this fantasy come to life. He doesn't think either of them mind.

[takecourage]

"Yeah," she says, her mouth close to his ear. "I am." She tousles her fingers into his hair, tilting his head and then leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. "But I've got to go work, babe."

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Just like before, he follows the pull to his hair easily, letting her tilt his head up as she squirms in his lap. The kiss has him raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise, but he smiles. Maybe she'll get shit for it from the other girls later, but it's a worthy transgression.

"I very much wish you didn't," he says, "but rarely do any of us get exactly what we want. See you tonight?"

[takecourage]

"Yeah. I'll come straight home," she says, slipping out of his lap and picking up her dress, pulling it back on. It does more to blur her nudity than actually hide it. "Think you'll still be up?"

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There's a filthy joke to be made in that, something Darlington's too polite to say even to Alex. Still, the heat of it is in his eyes as he watches her pull her dress back on, her tattoos still like armor against her arms, her collarbones, those snakes twining along her hips. He nods.

"I'll be up."

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"Good," she says, bending to pick up the rest of her clothes. She can already tell that the ache between her thighs isn't going anywhere until she gets home.

"I'll see you later, boo."