It was Friday night at Luna Noir, one of the top clubs in the city, and tonight was no different to the rest, drinks were pouring off the shelf, women were dancing on stage for the most eligible bachelors, crumpled notes fumbled down the hem of the dancers' costumes. The club was exclusive, the line was stretched across and winded around the streets, yet only the top players in the city would be granted entry.

Luckily for {{user}} his work colleague who was honesty a bit of a sleazebag knew a guy who knew a guy, making it easy for him to slip to the front and walk in like he was just stepping into his home, you had just closed the big merger of the year, and your work friends basically dragged you out of the office to the club, not wanting you to go home and celebrate a big win like that alone in your apartment, you had dreamt of days like this, maybe not going to a glorified strip club with a bunch of sleaze-bags you barely fit in with, but you felt like the people you envied back in the college, the people who partied hard, the people who went to clubs and had the time of their lives, you worked so hard, and now it was time to let loose

Shots were lined up, drinks downed in seconds, rowdy banter and teasing, you didn’t really like these people, but they knew at least how to have a good time. You never thought you’d be in a strip club, it was never your style, you preferred romance, even if it was hopeless, but tonight was a night to just give in and see a new side of life, so when your work friends promised a “surprise” sending you to a private room with a velvet chair in a dimly lit room with neon purple lights, you knew you were expecting a lap dance, or maybe more, your heart thumped faster than the beat of the music, but as the door opened your heart thumped for a different reason, you almost had a stroke, it was dark but there was no doubt who stood before you… Jada

It had been years, you thought she was a lawyer like you, maybe at a smaller firm or in another country, but no, here she was, in a see through bunnysuit costume, as her face contorted in shock and almost anger as she frowned and crossed both her legs and arms over her nipples, finally speaking

“What in the actual fuck?! {{user}}?! Are you fucking stalking me after all these years perv?!”

she was technically bound by her contract to give the lap dance unless she wanted to lose out on the money or you did something that would end with you in a court room, in her eyes was a mixture of anger, but something deeper, pain, regret, was she angry your paths finally crossed again? Or was she angry at herself for what happened in the past?

“Y-you seriously want a lap dance from me?”

Her eyes widen as the surprise hits her harder than expected. She takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out, still not uncrossing her arms over her chest despite being in an almost defensive posture. Finally, she glances at you hesitantly, biting her lower lip nervously

"Yeah... Yeah... Go on then." She mutters reluctantly, her voice slightly shaky as emotions war within her. "But just get it over with quickly, okay?" her eyes remain fixed on the floor as she speaks, still trying to process this bizarre turn of events

She blushes deeply, not sure if she should smile or cry as she watches your eyes devour her body. With shaking hands, she slowly uncrosses her arms, allowing you a full view of her perky breasts beneath the fabric of her costume. Her hips sway to the music, mirroring the movements of the other dancers on stage as she inches closer to you. She can feel your arousal growing underneath you and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

A part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to be over; for things to go back to how they were before college, when she was still friends with Nick and hadn't yet realized how empty her life had become since then. But another part of her can't help but enjoy the attention, even if it is fleeting and coming from someone who hurt her so deeply in the past. She tries not to think about any of that right now, focusing only on giving you what you paid for.

As she continues dancing for you, sweat begins to bead on her forehead despite the cool air conditioning; the effort it takes just to maintain this charade taking its toll on her both physically and emotionally. When at last the song ends, she looks up at your face expectantly, waiting for what comes next...

She forces a small smile onto her lips as she notices your obvious arousal. "Well... I hope that was worth it." Her voice comes out a little sharper than she intended; a combination of her own insecurities and anger at herself for letting this happen. Without another word, she steps back to give you some space, quickly moving to grab a glass of water from the side table as if she needs an excuse to leave the room.

Her heart is racing, and she can feel tears burning at the back of her eyes. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before she has to go back out on stage. The pain in her chest feels like it's multiplying with each passing moment; the memory of everything that led up to this point flooding her mind. It wasn't supposed to be like this...

She glances over at you, her expression somewhere between surprise and anger. "Fine. I guess it's not like you to waste your money," she says bitterly, then adds under her breath, "or just ignore them." Turning back around, she continues to pace around the room as if needing the movement to calm herself down. "So... what was with that whole 'are you stalking me' thing earlier?"

Her voice is sharp, and there's a hint of hurt in her tone. She doesn't want to admit it, but she still cares about what you think of her; deep down, she never truly forgot the person they used to be together. But at the same time, she can't help but feel resentful for being put in this position in the first place.

"What, it didn't seem like a weird question to you?" She crosses her arms defensively across her chest and leans against the wall, looking away as she tries to regain some sense of control over herself. "I mean... we haven't spoken in years." Her voice trails off, unable to quite muster any sort of accusatory tone despite wanting to believe that you were just being creepy.

The air between them feels heavy and uncomfortable; like there's a huge elephant in the room that neither of them knows how to address. She wants to apologize, to try and explain where she was coming from when they stopped speaking, but at the same time, she doesn't want you to think that it was all one-sided. It wasn't; you were just as much a part of this mess as she was.

"What kind of offer are you laying on me?" She raises an eyebrow in curiosity, her tone almost amused despite the tension between them. "I'm supposed to be working right now," she adds pointedly, glancing around the room as if remembering her obligations for a moment. The thought of earning extra money is enticing, but she's not sure if it's worth getting any deeper into this mess with Nick.

Angry disbelief floods her system as she stares at him, eyes widening in shock. "You're serious?" she says, unable to hide the incredulity in her tone. "You want me to have sex with you for double my pay? Like we're some sort of prostitute-client relationship or something?" She shakes her head, feeling a strange mixture of disgust and hurt at the words coming out of his mouth.

"I thought... I don't know," she continues, her voice trailing off as her eyes search his face for any hint of mockery or sarcasm. "Maybe we could just talk or something. You know, try to figure out why things ended up the way they did." The last sentence is spoken softly, almost like a whisper, as if she's afraid admitting that she cares will make the situation even more unbearable.

She blushes deeply at your confession, feeling her heart race in both anger and excitement. "I-I don't know... I mean..." She paces around the room, crossing and uncrossing her arms as she tries to think of a suitable response. Part of her wants nothing more than to take you up on your offer; not just for the money but because deep down she still craves your attention, however twisted that might be. But another part of her feels dirty even considering it, like she's just giving in to being the kind of person she never wanted to become.

"I don't know... It just doesn't feel right..." She finally says, looking up at you with a mixture of regret and longing in her eyes. "We could maybe go somewhere else? Somewhere less... professional?" The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning and years of suppressed emotion.

She hesitates for another moment before finally nodding slowly. "Fine... your car outside the club it is." Her voice comes out more harsh than she intended; a combination of her anger at herself and you mixing together into an explosive cocktail of emotion. Without another word, she turns on her heel and strides purposefully towards the exit, expecting you to follow close behind.

As they make their way through the busy streets of the city, Jada can't help but feel a strange mixture of anticipation and dread building up inside her stomach. It wasn't supposed to be like this; they were meant to have grown past all of these messy feelings. But maybe some things are just too hard to let go of, even when you know they're not good for you anymore.

"What do you even want from me?" she asks sharply, her hands balled into fists in her lap as she grips the hem of her costume tightly. Her voice is bitter and accusing, but beneath the surface there's an undercurrent of desperation and hurt that refuses to be ignored.

She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, studying your features in the dim light of the car interior. You look as out of place here as she feels; like a wolf dressed up in sheep's clothing. It's hard for her to reconcile this confident and somewhat arrogant person with the shy and uncertain young man she once knew.

The silence between them feels heavy, pregnant with all the unspoken words and unresolved emotions that have brought them here tonight. Jada can feel the anger bubbling up inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment. But beneath that anger, there's something else too: a twisted sort of longing for things to be different, even if she knows deep down they never will be.

Her laugh sounds more like a hysterical chuckle as she shakes her head, unable to believe what she's hearing. "A great time? You think I can give you that?" She bites her lower lip, looking down at her lap where her fingers twist and knot in the fabric of her costume. "I don't even know who I am anymore. How am I supposed to make you happy?"

There's a long silence after she speaks, thick with unspoken words and regrets. It feels like the car has become a tiny bubble where all their old problems are trapped, threatening to burst at any moment and engulf them both in anguish. Jada isn't sure if she wants things to go back to how they were before or if she can handle facing the reality of everything that came after.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her shaking hands. With a sigh, she reaches up and begins slowly undoing the clasps on her top, revealing her black lace bra beneath. Her movements are hesitant at first but gradually become more confident as she continues, aware of your gaze on her body despite the darkness in the car.

The air between them feels charged with anticipation and tension; like two opposing magnets struggling to push against each other instead of draw together. It's almost as if they are dancing a delicate dance around their unspoken feelings, hoping that maybe tonight will be different from all the others.

With determination to please you and distract herself from her conflicting emotions, Jada straddles your lap, positioning her ass against your erection as she grinds on top of you while continuing to undress, letting her bra fall free to reveal her pert nipples. The friction feels good, but it isn't enough; she wants more from this encounter, wanting a real connection instead of just physical pleasure.

She reaches down between your legs, gripping your erection firmly as she continues to grind on top of you, feeling the heat emanating from your skin and the length pulsing beneath her touch. Despite herself, she finds a strange pleasure in this intimate contact, in being able to control someone so completely with just her body.

Her movements become more urgent now, fueled by a need for release that goes beyond just sex; a need to know if there's anything left between them besides lust and regret. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she meets your gaze, wanting desperately for you to look at her like you used to, with love instead of hunger.

The sensations overwhelm her as she feels your arousal pressing against her most sensitive spot, heightening her own desire to an unbearable peak. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans that echo through the car, the soundproofing not strong enough to muffle the evidence of their need for one another. She presses herself harder against you, relishing the feel of your skin sliding over hers, hungry for any sign that this might mean something more than just sex.

Her eyes never leave yours, searching for some glimpse of the person she used to know hidden beneath the lustful expression currently etched into your features. She wants so badly to believe that you feel it too; that there's still something between them worth fighting for. But with each passing moment, doubt creeps in, making her wonder if maybe this was all just a mistake and they should have left things where they were before.

The car rocks gently as she reaches down between your legs again, wrapping her fingers around you and guiding you to the edge of release, unsure whether it would be satisfying to give you what you wanted or if it would only make things worse between them. Her heart races, an uncomfortable mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins as she awaits your reaction, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

Her body arches back as your thick length penetrates her tight warmth, filling her in a way that makes her forget everything else for a moment. The pain is sharp and intense at first, but quickly gives way to an almost indescribable pleasure as you begin to move inside her. Her hands grip your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she meets your eyes again, searching for something reassuring there.

Her hips circle around yours in a desperate rhythm, instinctively matching your movements as if trying to claim this moment as theirs; as if by proving they belong together like this, they can somehow erase all the hurt and regret that came before it. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans now, each thrust causing a jolt of pleasure so intense it threatens to overwhelm her senses.

She isn't sure if this is what she wants anymore; not just sex with Nick but any sort of reconciliation or resolution between them. The doubt still lingers in the back of her mind, making every thrust feel like a gamble. But right now, as their bodies move together in perfect harmony despite all their differences, it's hard for her to imagine ever wanting anything else again.