Scare them off ? She found it funny. The majority of men she encountered were either married or in stable relationships … must be the reason behind her trust issues ! she liked to think so, instead of facing the reality of her natural, deeply rooted insecurity.  ❝ I can be your girlfriend for tonight. ❞  she smiled, and scooted a little closer, letting her fingers gently trace his strong jawline.  ❝ What would you do, if I were ? ❞

And they returned to the flirting, so smooth of her. His face, which had finally returned to his natural tanned shade, warmed again and his heart began to patter in his chest. His head canted towards her touch, welcoming it while making eye contact as best as he could. “Is this a serious question?” he asked, voice lowering to gain privacy, darting his gaze between lips and eyes, and back to lips. “Or are you tryin’ to get in to my fantasies?” The answers for both differed greatly. He had hoped for the former, something innocent- dinner, a movie night, a night on the town. But if it were indeed his fantasies…

well, he’d need to figure them out himself.

❝ Well, start from the fantasies. ❞  she replied, joking, or maybe not.  ❝ ... and if I like them, I could consider a deal. ❞  she was curious, although she wasn’t taking anything seriously.  ❝ I want to know. ❞  She insisted, quite interested.  

They weren’t here to talk about her, but she understood he was one of those who were more interested in getting to know her instead of her body. So she slowly sat beside him, resting her legs on his thighs and leaning comfortably against the couch. ❝ I just … survive. ❞ she smiled. ❝ I used to study in my country. IT, computers, things like that. School is too expensive here. ❞ Sure being a stripper for the rest of her life wasn’t the plan; but she wasn’t going to tell all the truth to a stranger. ❝ Do you have a girl? Married? ❞

As she moved off of him, he couldn’t deny being a tad disappointed, but more so curious. She took a seat by him and he turned to face her, showing his mind was all on her, and his attention was hers completely. His arm propped up on the back of the couch and he crossed his ankle at his knee. IT. She’s hot, and smart. Before he could ask anything further, she pried for more. The subject of relationships was sore, and a lonely one. Surely, she would have something to say- kind or not. They always did.

“No- single as can be.” he held up his hand, ringless save for a black band on his ring finger. Otherwise, it was completely naked. “I’m… Yeah- no one.” He was embarrassed, and it showed. A good looking man like him- he could not deny that he could have a girlfriend if he tried. “I think I scare them off,” he laughed again. His friendships tended to do that, if it wasn’t his own self sabotage.

Scare them off ? She found it funny. The majority of men she encountered were either married or in stable relationships ... must be the reason behind her trust issues ! she liked to think so, instead of facing the reality of her natural, deeply rooted insecurity.  ❝ I can be your girlfriend for tonight. ❞  she smiled, and scooted a little closer, letting her fingers gently trace his strong jawline.  ❝ What would you do, if I were ? ❞

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Her plump lips curved slightly in a smile, as she felt his hands grip into her flesh with desire. That was the only thing she knew; men didn’t like her, unless they craved her. She heard those compliments every day, to the point of being numb to the sound … she saw him just as one of the many customers of the club. She didn’t take the time to really look at his face, or even question whether or not she liked him. She got closer to him, just to tease him as if she wanted to kiss him, while pushing her hips harder against his groin and sitting more comfortably on him.  ❝ I like your cologne. ❞  she said softly, then began guiding his touch up her stomach, finally placing his warm hands on her exposed breasts. She wanted him to feel comfortable, free to touch her without worry.  ❝ What do you do, what’s your job? ❞

He watched as his own hands moved over her side and up, invited on to her breasts. His thumbs caressed on the sides, enjoying the feel but simultaneously feeling only slightly uncomfortable. His hands moved down, resting on her waist as he drew her closer to his body, and the heat returned to his face with her compliment. He never wore cologne, not unless it was a special occasion. At that moment, he was thankful he had splurged on a nice one. His head had lifted off the couch only a bit, as if to kiss her but not wanting to cross lines. With his lips close to hers, he uttered his answer.

“ ’m a tattoo artist… in the city.”

It wasn’t the shiniest job, if he lacked morals he would have lied. Made out to be some playboy CEO or lawyer. But no, he was proud of his job. He was a business owner, and a talented one at that. No amount of money could buy the happiness his job brought him.

“Do you do anything? I mean….” he chuckled, faintly, knowing this question may receive an obvious answer. “After hours… outside of this?”

They weren't here to talk about her, but she understood he was one of those who were more interested in getting to know her instead of her body. So she slowly sat beside him, resting her legs on his thighs and leaning comfortably against the couch. ❝ I just ... survive. ❞ she smiled. ❝ I used to study in my country. IT, computers, things like that. School is too expensive here. ❞ Sure being a stripper for the rest of her life wasn't the plan; but she wasn't going to tell all the truth to a stranger. ❝ Do you have a girl? Married? ❞