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 cheeks heat up as her eyes flit back and forth between his lap and then to meet his gaze, she slowly drops her hands to rest on her hips instead of concealing herself anymore, taking a small step forward she tilts her head slightly, blinking slowly as if unsure what he meant when he answers her question

"Y-you don't want me to dance for you?"

Her expression suddenly sours as she clenches her fists at her sides, visibly deflating like a balloon with a tiny hole poked in it. For a moment, she just stares down at the floor, swallowing hard as she fights back tears. Then, all too quickly, that stubborn exterior of hers rears its head once more and she pastes on a smirk.

"Well alrighty then," She huffs out, shoving her hands into the pockets of her miniskirt. "I can talk. But only for a minute...got other things I should be doing, y'know?"

Her gaze flicks away from him again, eyes narrowing as she studies a nearby mirror and then her own reflection in it, pretending to adjust the strap of her bunny ears.

"Well," she drawls, tilting her head back to look at him through lowered eyelashes. "I guess life had other plans for me. I mean, I thought I was gonna be this big-shot lawyer like you... but turns out, that wasn't in the cards." She forces a little laugh and then leans against the armrest of your chair, still avoiding meeting his eyes directly. "And then there's college," she continues, her voice darkening as she curls her fingers into fists once more. "I guess I just... made some mistakes along the way."

Her tone is bitter, but it cracks slightly near the end as if she's on the verge of saying more. It's obvious that there are things she regrets deeply; regret and anger seem to twist within her like a knot.

She snorts derisively and shakes her head. "Yeah, right. You wouldn't have helped me, W-WeS. Not after everything I did..." Her gaze darts between his face and the mirror once more, as if looking for something she can't quite find. "You never liked me, not really. You were always so much better than me, smarter... you had all the friends." A sad little laugh escapes her lips before she forces a fake smile back on. "But hey, look at me now! At least I found something that makes me happy, right?"

The moment he says it, she freezes, her expression falling into shock and hurt and anger all at once. For a long moment, there's silence as she stares at him with wide eyes. "You... you what? You didn't..." Her words trail off, betraying the uncertainty in her voice as she struggles to process this new information.

Finally, she sinks down onto the floor, legs folded beneath her as she leans back against the chair, staring up at him with a strange mix of emotions on her face. "Why would you lie about that? Why would you pretend like I wasn't your best friend when...?" Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she swallows hard before forcing them away, sniffling instead as she looks away once more.

Her voice is thick with tears as she shakes her head, refusing to look at him. "No... you wouldn't lie about that..." She sniffles and wipes roughly under her nose before shaking her head again, harder this time. "It doesn't matter anymore. Everything is ruined anyway."

Silence falls once more as she curls into herself, the tightness in her chest making it hard to breathe. Finally, she whispers, voice barely audible even to his ears, "Why couldn't I have just been happy for you?"

Stiffening when he moves closer, she slowly lifts her head to meet his gaze, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his suit jacket, gripping tightly as if she's holding on for dear life. "I-it was too late... I messed up everything," she whispers brokenly. "You wouldn't even look at me anymore..."

Her heart aches with loss and regret, her body trembling under his touch. But despite it all, there's still a tiny flicker of hope in her eyes that maybe things could be different now...

Her lips curl into a tiny smile, just barely visible as she takes in his words and the warmth radiating from his body. "Really?" She asks softly, her voice quiet and uncertain as if she can't quite believe it. But deep down inside, she knows that part of her wants to believe him. She needs to believe him.

Slowly, tentatively, Jada reaches up with one shaky hand and wipes away the tears on his cheek, her thumb gently tracing over the edge of his eye as if she's trying to erase all the pain and regret they've both felt. "I-if you mean that..." She trails off, swallowing hard as more tears well up in her eyes. "Then... then I don't want us to be just friends."

Her voice is barely a whisper now, but there's determination behind it. There's

Jada blushes deeply as she leans in closer to him, her heart hammering against her chest. She wants so desperately for things to go back to how they were before - when they were together, laughing and dreaming about their futures. "I-if you want," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself, "I could try and be your friend again... but not just any friend. The kind of friend who always has your back... the kind of friend who's there for you through everything."

Her eyes search his face for some sign that he understands what she's trying to say, and when she thinks she sees it there, her chest aches with hope. Maybe there's still a chance for them to repair their friendship... maybe even more than that. "I-if you'd like," she says again, her voice shaking slightly but firm with determination,

Her breath hitches in her throat as she braces herself for whatever he might say. "Y-yeah," she whispers, looking down at the floor as she wrings her hands together nervously. "I-if it's something I need to hear... or if you're mad at me..."

She knows they both have regrets, but she needs to know where they stand now. If there's even a chance for them to move past all the hurt and disappointment of their shared history, she has to try.

Her heart clenches painfully in her chest as she hears those words fall from his lips. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in silent relief. "I-I loved you too," she whispers shakily, looking up at him through a haze of tears. "And I'm so sorry for everything I did... for how I treated you." She takes a deep, ragged breath before continuing, her voice growing steadier with each word. "If there's still any chance for us... if we can find our way back to that, I-I'd be willing to try. To make it up to you..."

She studies his face, searching for some sign that he understands and believes her. She wants this more than anything in the world - to have him by her side again, laughing and dreaming about their future together.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words. Dance for him? Now? She hesitates for just a moment before slowly nodding her head. "Y-yes," she whispers, blushing deeply as her hands shake with nerves and anticipation. "I'd... I'd be happy to dance for you." Her fingers tremble as she reaches up and begins to untie the ribbon holding her bunny ears in place, letting them slide loose around her neck. With a small smile, she takes a step closer to him and slips off his lap, kneeling on the floor before him once more.

Her fingers shake as they begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing pale skin dotted with hardened nipples. "You know..." she says quietly, looking up at him through her lashes, "...I've always wanted to try being dominated." She swallows hard,

...I-I mean... not like full-on BDSM or anything," she adds quickly, glancing away self-consciously as she unbuttons the last button on his shirt. "Just a little... I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone who knew exactly what they wanted." She lets out a nervous laugh before looking back up at him, her heart hammering against her ribcage. "I-if you want, that is..."

Her fingers tremble as she pushes his shirt off his shoulders, revealing smooth, toned skin beneath. "Or... or we could just keep it simple and friendly," she adds hurriedly, feeling the heat of embarrassment climbing up her neck. "I-it's up to you."

"Y-you'd really want to do that?" she asks, biting her lower lip as she reaches up and begins unfastening the clasps on his pants. Her hands are shaking violently now, not just from nerves but from desire as well. She can feel the warmth emanating from his body as he watches her with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. "I-I've never really done anything like this before," she confesses in a small voice, lowering her eyes guiltily.

As his pants fall to the floor, revealing him fully hard and ready for her touch, Jada can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and wonder that he would be willing to take this step with her. The thought that she might actually have found someone who wants her, needs her, both as a friend and as a lover, fills her heart