Show me how

Show me how you like it done

You're all mine

I'll make you feel like you're the one

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Trigger warnings: bad driving, language, mentions of sex, pole dancing, lap dance, alcohol, smoking, mentions of toxic relationship

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Shouta Aizawa once again found himself in the back of Hizashi's car, waiting for him to drop him off wherever he felt like. For the last two weeks he had somehow hoped that Hizashi would bring him back to that strip club, back to Y/N. But he had always diligently dropped him home. Maybe Shouta shouldn't have spent all that money that night... it had taken him a few days, but he had finally figured that he'd probably have to ask Hizashi to drop him off there again.

He hesitated for a few days. He really didn't want to admit that he had a good time. With a stripper. Not to Hizashi at least. And she'd probably have forgotten about him anyway. She probably just had a knack for figuring out what men liked and she had gotten it just right with him. He kept trying to convince himself that Y/N hadn't actually cared about anything he did. She probably had a laugh at him later with the other dancers. But damn - she had been very convincing.

"You look nervous about something." Hizashi said, looking at him through the rear-view mirror. Which meant he was not looking on the road. Shouta gave him one of his usual glares. He knew they wouldn't help. Hizashi was probably just too used to them already. He had seen them too often.

"I'm not nervous." Shouta protested. Hizashi raised an eyebrow at him, still looking through the rearview mirror. Shouta had given up on glaring at him. Maybe he had accepted his death.

"Then why are you fidgeting like this?"

"I'm no- I'm not nervous. End of discussion."

Hizashi sighed and shook his head. Shouta often wondered what was going on in his head. However, he probably wouldn't survive even five minutes inside Hizashi's head. He could only imagine it was an insane mess and somehow Hizashi made sense of it, but no rational person could understand it.

"Shouta. I know you want to ask me something. Come on. Out with it." Hizashi said and slowed down the car. Shouta didn't even know that Hizashi was physically able to slow that car down.

"That place we went to a few weeks ago..." Shouta muttered, looking out of the window. Blacked out, of course. He could still pretend to make this whole thing less embarrassing. He couldn't believe he was telling Hizashi this. Of all people. Not like he had a lot of friends besides Hizashi, but still.

"The strip club? What about it?" Hizashi asked with a big smirk on his face. Shouta groaned. He knew exactly what he was going to say, but he pretended to be sutpid, so Shouta could embarrass himself. Great.

"You know, I wanna go back for that girl. Stop pretending like you have no idea. Now can you drop me off there, yes or no?" Shouta asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Hizashi smiled widely.

"I sure can, but you know I wanna hear something first." he replied, the grin on his face only growing wider.

"Fuck off, Hizashi, I'm not gonna say it."

"I told you, you needed to get laid. I told you, you were gonna have a good time. Was I wrong? Or was I right?" Hizashi kept asking, as he pulled into a small side street. Shouta rolled his eyes.

"I'm not saying it, Hizashi." he muttered.

"Huh, well I guess, I'll bring you straight home, then..."

"Fine! Fine. You were right. There. Happy?" Shouta replied. He hated telling Hizashi that he was right, because it always went to his head in one way or another. And Hizashi was annoying enough as it was.

"Very happy. Now, let me just tell you one thing. I've seen the way you look at that girl. Don't do it, man. Be careful. Don't fall for a hooker. You'll spend all your cash and end up not having anything." Hizashi warned. Shouta gave him a long hard look, as Hizashi stopped the car.

"Do I really look like the kind of guy that would fall for a stripper?" Shouta wanted to know. Hizashi just gave him a sympathetic look, which made Shouta shake his head and sigh in frustration.

"You know what? Don't answer that. Thanks for dropping me off." he replied and opened the door. Shouta really didn't need Hizashi's input right now, he felt stupid enough about this already.

"Have fun, Sho. And get home safe, alright?" Hizashi said, before Shouta closed the door. He looked around. It was the same dingy side street as before with the same little neon sign. Shouta sighed, trying to remember what day of the week it was. Monday, Tuesday? Wednesday? He had no idea. It didn't matter anyway, it wasn't like he had a normal work schedule or anything like that. He rarely had to know what day of the week it was and he still got through life.

He quickly crossed the road and walked up to the entrance. The same guy who had been at the entrance last time was there again. He mustered Shouta, seemingly a little longer than the first time, and then stepped aside, letting him in. Shouta wondered if he could actually talk, as he stepped inside the strip club. There was the same terrible music and the same lighting. Shouta sighed, asking himself what the hell he was even doing here. He felt so out of place...

Without wasting much time he sat down in one of the couches, the same one he had been in the last time he was here. It was much fuller today, maybe that was because he had gotten here later.

The place went darker for a second and Shouta could see the silhouette of a woman walking up to one of the poles. The music changed to something much more pleasant, as the lights changed to a reddish colour. Shouta's breath hitched when he saw Y/N - in high-laced black boots, a set of black lingerie and her (e/c) hair falling down her shoulders perfectly. So it was one of the days when she was dancing?

Shouta was once again smitten with this woman. She had such a mature and well-timed way of moving. The younger girls had been too jittery, too fast, showing too much too quickly. Y/N was perfect - the right timing, the way she moved was elegant and it almost was as if she was somehow writing the music with her movements.

She pushed herself up from the ground slowly, wrapping her legs around the pole as she slowly swung around it and climbed up further, holding onto the pole as she was hanging on it upside down, her legs opened in a split, as she slowly swung around the pole sliding lower and lower on it, before her shoulder touched the ground and she brought her legs down before sitting up on her knees again.

She slowly brought her upper body up again, the pole between her legs as her eyes met Shouta's. He wasn't even sure whether she recognized him or if her smile was all part of the show. The only thing he was sure off was that it was impossible to take his eyes off of her, as she was grinding against the pole, before leaning back again and pushing herself off the ground and back onto her feet.

Shouta wondered if she had had some sort of professional training, because there was only so much one could do without a professional's advice. She seemed quite athletic and flexible. He wondered how she had ended up here, as she took a few swaying steps towards the pole again and grabbed it with both hands pulling herself up on it and spreading her legs into a split.

She slid down on the pole, almost all the way to the bottom, but she stopped herself just in time and gently let herself down, her legs still in a split. She placed both her hands between her legs and slowly pulled her legs up until she was standing, her back arched and her perfect little ass up in the air. At that moment Shouta knew that he'd spent a good amount of money on lap dances this evening. He always thought he was above this sort of thing, but... life was full of surprises, apparently.

Shouta watched her in amazement and once again lost himself in her movements. The way her hips were swaying, her legs looking so absolutely perfect and flawless and her arms showing this incredible strength and coordination - all that made her dancing incredibly attractive. Sure, the lingerie and the high-heeled boots and her body were all great - but the way she moved was what made it so unique.

It was all over so quickly and when she went off the stage, Shouta felt weirdly alone as he looked around himself and saw all the other men whispering and talking to each other or to one or more of the girls. One of them leaned over to Shouta with a sickening grin. Shouta really didn't want to talk to any of them, but it seemed it couldn't be avoided. He just sighed and leaned in closer.

"They're bringing the younger ones out later, they're much hotter. This girl is good, but way too technical. I'm here to see tits, not acrobatics." he slurred. Shouta crunched his nose at the persistent smell of alcohol on this man's breath.

"I suppose some people appreciate the more artistic side of this." he just replied and quickly moved away from this guy who was now raising eyebrows at him and muttered something to his friends.

Shouta wasn't sure what to do. Would she be behind that awful curtain until she was up next? Would she come out in-between? He didn't want to sit here for ages, but he also didn't want to leave without having even talked to her. It was quite the dilemma, so he took his cigarette case out of his pocket and quickly lit a cigarette for himself. He'd have a smoke and see whether she'd come out.

"Sir, can I get you something to drink?" a girl asked next to him. Blonde, fake tan, way too much make-up and a terrible lip job. He could barely stand looking at her. Shouta thought for a moment what he could get.

"An Oldfashioned, please. And, uhm... could you tell Y/N that I asked for her? The girl that was just dancing?" Shouta replied. The girl nodded and her face lit up a little. She seemed fairly new, but she recognized Y/N's name.

"Yes, of course. Y/N helped me with my dancing and with the pole earlier, she's really friendly when it comes to the new girls." she said with a wide smile. It made Shouta smile to himself, as she walked off. It just made so, so much sense. It was exactly the kind of thing he could see her do.

The girl disappeared quickly towards the backstage area and Shouta looked back towards the pole. There were two younger girls dancing now, but they weren't nearly half as good as Y/N. Shouta wanted nothing more than to see her and to talk to her and to see that belligerent little smirk on her face that made her look like she knew exactly what the world was about.

He wondered how things had been for her, since he had last seen her. Or whether she would even remember him. She probably had a lot of clients every day. How couldn't she? She was absolutely perfect in every way and she was so, so beautiful. She gave off a mature vibe, serious and calm, not giddy and playful like the younger ones. Sure, that might appeal to some people, but not Shouta.

"You look lost in thought, Shouta." he heard a tired voice say to him. He looked up and saw her standing beside him with a smile on her lips. She looked sort of weary and distant, but Shouta was still glad to see her.

"I kind of was. Wanna sit down?" he asked. Y/N's smile grew warmer, as she sat down beside him, kind of like the way they were sitting next to each other the first time they met. Maybe Shouta was just getting sentimental here, but he felt like she was genuinely glad to see him.

"I'm surprised to see you're back. I was starting to think that you wouldn't come back after all. Is your friend here again, too?" Y/N wanted to know with a slight smile, as she offered him a cigarette. Shouta declined.

"Unfortunately not, so I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for expensive drinks for the moment." Shouta replied. Y/N laughed and lit a cigarette for herself, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in the direction of the stage, before looking back at him. Her makeup was heavier this time, her eyes framed heavily by black winged eyeliner and her lips painted in a deep, dark red. It wasn't that noticeable when she was dancing and that was probably the reason she was wearing it.

"Don't worry, I don't drink a lot on nights when I'm dancing. I can't do a split on a pole if I'm tipsy. Plus, my lap dances aren't too expensive and I might just give you a special price." she said with a chuckle and winked at him. A lap dance? Of course... Shouta hadn't even thought of that. He'd pay this girl any amount of money for a lap dance with the way she smiled at him like this.

"So you do lap dances in between your main dances?" Shouta asked. Y/N nodded and took another drag from her cigarette.

"I do. Do you actually want one? You wouldn't strike me as the lap dance type of guy." she replied and mustered him with her head tilted, as if she had some renewed interest now that he had mentioned it.

"I'm not the type for them, no. But I like your dancing." he said, kind of wishing he had taken one of the cigarettes now.

"You do? A lot of people complain it's too technical and all."

"That's what makes it so amazing. Do you get lessons or...?"

"Nah. The only reason I'm somewhat good at it is because I used to do... well... ballet before this." she replied and looked down with an embarrassed giggle. Shouta looked at her and he could somewhat see it in the way she carried herself, but right now she seemed incredibly far from a ballet dancer.

"What made you come here instead?" Shouta wanted to know. Y/N sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

"Long story, but I guess the short version is an asshole boyfriend and teenage hormones. Anyway, that's been a long time ago. You want that lapdance or not?" she asked with another wink. And how could Shouta have said no? He didn't say anything and just got up, as she led him through the crowds towards a smaller room at the back. There wasn't much to the room - a chair, a pole and a small radio to play music. Y/N closed the door, locking it carefully.

"Sit down, Shouta. Make yourself comfortable. I think I know what you're going to enjoy. You seem like the classy type." she said as she took off her shoes and put on some music. Shouta had no idea what was expecting him. He was almost embarrassed to say it, but he had never gotten a lap dance before. He had never seen the appeal of it when he didn't find most strippers appealing anyway. But Y/N... well, she had caught his eye. Maybe he could finally appreciate strippers or something.

He felt her hands run down his chest and he leaned back, looking up at her. She had her eyes fixed on him, before moving her hands back up to his shoulders again, before she walked around to him and placed her foot on the chair between his legs, running her hand through his hair slowly while never breaking eye contact. She then moved her leg to the other side of his and bent down, her finger tips touching the ground and her back arched deliciously.

Shouta was almost cursing himself for never actually getting a lap dance before, but then he couldn't imagine any other girl working her magic just the same way Y/N did. She slowly moved back up, stretching her body, before moving backwards and sitting down on his lap, leaning back so far that her head was hanging over his shoulder and he could feel her breath on his neck.

She gave him a short smirk, before moving her legs both to one side and stretching her body out over his lap, giving him a view of her glistening skin and her abs and the way her chest rose and sunk with each breath. Shouta would have given her all the money he owned if she had asked him for it right now. But she didn't. Instead she swung one of her legs over his head and brought her upper body back up to him.

She was so close, their foreheads were almost touching, as she took his hands and placed them on her hips, keeping her eyes fixed on his, making his breath hitch. She brought her legs up onto his legs, so she was kneeling on him and ground against him, her hands trailing down his chest, until she slid down between his legs, her hands on his thighs, slowly moving along his legs, towards his knees and back to his thighs. It took everything Shouta had not to touch her. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to take her, make her bend over that chair and fuck her until she couldn't think clearly anymore.

She pushed herself up onto her feet again, her hands still down on his thighs, her ass propped up in the air and her forehead leaning against his. Shouta's eyes wandered to her breasts for a split second, as they were fully displayed for him, before his eyes moved back to hers and she pressed one, short and gentle kiss to his lips. And then the song ended and she stood up with a slight smirk.

"You enjoyed that?" she asked. Shouta was at a loss for words at the moment. He wanted more of this and he knew that was probably exactly what she was getting at, but... damn it. Y/N was gorgeous and so was the way she moved.

"I, uh... yeah, I did. How many of these would you usually get?" he asked, looking a little flustered. Y/N chuckled.

"However many you can and want to pay for. I only have to go back for a dance now. I'll only be on stage for another hour, in case you... want to book me for something else." she said with a wink and picked up her high heels again, before opening the door to the room for him.