altitude - montell fish

“finally friday.” you thought to yourself as you pulled the black pvc super mini skirt over your bottom. it had been a long and tiring week at the club and honestly, the only thing helping you push through tonight was knowing your favorite customer would be in later.

9pm on the dot, as always, the tall blonde japanese man walks into the club with a firm stride and his head held high. you immediately make your way to him with a happy skip, not wanting any of the other girls to claim him for the night, though he wouldn’t want that either.

a few hours have gone by and nanami stares up at you from the stool he sits on with red marks scattered on his face in the shape of your lips. normally it’s an unspoken rule for strippers not to leave “their mark” on clients but he’s one of the rare few that wants to leave covered in your lipstick.

“here you go darling.”

his slightly drunken voice rings out as he places a shot of whiskey in your freshly manicured hand. you use the index finger on your free hand to lightly tilt his chin up, those beautiful hazel eyes staring at you while the club lights illuminate his tan skin. he looks so submissive as you press the glass to his lips and tilt it up for him–making him drink the shot.

this was you and nanami’s thing. when he came in on friday’s, he yaps about his work week while you shower him in lipstick marks then he has you give him lay back shots on and off until he decides it’s time for him to head home. he pays well so you don’t have to tend to other customers often unless your boss is present. you must admit, even though he’s only been your customer for roughly three months and you’ve only been in his company at the club you can’t help but feel something for him.. perhaps feelings?

but how could a stripper ever expect a business man to fall for her?