First time
ofcccc lovey! such a good idea. i hope this is the kinda thing you were after! love you
warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, pole dancing
a/n: my fingers actually have slices in them from the strings on my new guitar so it hurts to type lol. excuse any typos teehee
sat in front of a litted vanity mirror, you meticulously place jewels onto your face using a pair of tweezers and some eyelash glue. you’re sat backstage at the local burlesque club - you were honored to recieve an invite to perform tonight as a guest.
the door to the dressing room creaks open slightly followed by a gentle double knock on the door.
“come in” you shout into the void.
in walks your beautiful girlfriend, billie, holding a bouquet of pink lillies wrapped in deep red tissue paper - all held together by an olive green ribbon.
you gasp loudly, making eye contact with billie through the mirror. you leap up from your seat, and skip over into billie’s arms.
“hi, mama!” billie excitedly says into your ear, her free hand wrapping around your waist. “these are for you” she leans back from your hug to present you with your gift.
“they’re beautiful, bil. thank you” you make eye contact with her, all doe-eyed.
“you look so beautiful, baby” billie says, her eyes raking up and down your body. you’re wearing sweatpants on your bottom half, and the bra you will be performing in on your top half.
“thanks, it’s only half the outfit, but i had to put the top on before i got ready so i don’t get makeup on it” you explain - doing that oh-so-typical thing of reasoning away any compliments you get.
“oh yeah? show me the full outfit then” billie says, her pointer finger pulling back the waistband of your sweatpants so she can peek into your pants.
“hey!!” you push her hand away, “no peeking!” you turn around and lay the bouquet onto the dressing table, bending down every so slightly.
billie chuckles as she walks up behind you, her right hand lightly cupping your ass. “i cant wait to see” she says in a low tone.
you ignore her flirty advances - aware that this will be the first of many tonight - and tell her where to go, instead.
“i saved you a seat in the front row. there’s a seat with my name on it, you can sit there.”
“when are you on?” billie asks you.
you look up at the analog clock above her head before answering, “in half an hour. shit, i gotta finish up, baby.”
“good luck my love” billie pecks your cheek, careful to avoid any glitter on them.
once billie has left you alone again, you finish up your makeup, putting on the finishing touches. you change out of your warm up clothes, and strap into your heels.
looking in the mirror you speak to yourself:“you’re hot shit. you got this”
“please put your hands together for, pixie!”
applause erupts around the room, your girlfriend’s cheers being the loudest.
from the side wing, you hear the stage tech counting you in.
“you’re on in 1… 2…and… go”
bitch better have my money begins to bleed from the speakers as you smoothly strut onto the stage to the beat. your heels click in time with the drums.
the crowd gets even louder when dollar bills start shooting out of a gun you’re holding. bills shooting into the air with each ‘brap brap brap’.
you throw the gun to side stage and begin climbing to the top of the pole. once you’ve reached the top, you invert into a straddle, your hands are the only thing holding you in place. as rihanna sings ‘knock me off the to-o-op’ you suddenly drop to the ground, your body reverting so you can land in a slut drop.
billie is sat there, front and center, screaming her damn head off. clutching her dogtag in slight fear. she’s never seen what you do before, so she has no idea what to expect.
much to her delight, you’re soon shaking ass in front of her.
bent over, ass to the crowd, your hand reaches through your legs and strokes over your clothed pussy. you turn your head to make eye contact with billie as you do so, sticking your tongue out.
billie charades as though she’s been shot, her body collapsing into the chair she’s sat in. your friends sat next to her laugh at her antics.
stood straight again, and continue your routine. you elegantly flow around the chrome pole, your body moves like water in time with the music.
when the song slows down, so do you. now, you’re facing the audience - body wave after body wave as you descend into a box straddle. your body crawls forward and you approach billie who’s mere feet away from you.
she’s holding a whole wad of cash, waving it in front of you. your lips creep into a side smile, and you crawl towards her.
as she makes eye contact with you, she mouths, “can i?”
you nod as you sit back on your heels in front of her legs. billie counts the bills of 20s in her hand, and stuffs them one by one into your bra. as you sit on your knees, your pointer finger enters your mouth and you seductively chew on the tip of your finger, never breaking eye contact with her.
once she’s about to put the final bill into your bra, you grab her hand and bring it towards your mouth - grabbing the money with your teeth - leaving a lipstick stain on the paper.
happy with your work, you turn around on, still on your knees, to face backstage. you place your hands in between your knees so you can throw your hips up and slam the balls of your feet down onto the vinyl flooring.
you slowly stand yourself up, bending one knee to make sure the audience has a good view of your ass.
you walk towards the pole, climbing once, twice, three times so that you’re high in the air. your legs open in a straddle - either side of the pole - before you quickly cross your legs over one another. now sat crisscross on the pole, your head drops down with the final beatdrop.
as you spin in a layback, you undo the tie on your bra. all the money that once tucked in it is now flying across the stage like a cloud. with your bra disgarded on the floor, your tits are left completely bare except for a pair of cherry red pasties with tassles hanging from them.
you spot billie sat in her chair, legs manspread, as she’s nibbling on her bottom lip. she looks… hungry. you chuckle to yourself, bracing yourself for what’s to come later on.
the tassles on your chest sway with the momentum of your spinning body. you slide down the pole into a handstand on the ground and then handspring out of it, landing in another box straddle, but this time, your back is to the audience.
slowly, you lie back onto the floor as your caress the fat on your chest. your legs bend up slightly, allowing you to lie all the way back.
you end in this pose, your back arched off of the floor, one hand on your tits, one hand covering your clothed core, as give the audience a wink.
the song fades out as you lie there - slightly panting from the 3 minutes of cardio you just did. the audience raises to give you a standing ovation. you blush at this as you roll out of your straddle and stand on your feet.
dollar bills are flying everywhere - the audience loudly showing their appreciation for the show you just put on for them.
suddenly shy, you half-heartedly bow for everyone.
“that’s my baby!” billie screams out, her hands cupping her mouth, causing the audience to giggle in unison.
you giggle, too, before picking up your bra and running off of the stage to the wings.
you walk back to the dressing room as quick as you can through the maze that is backstage - suddenly feeling slightly exposed.
once you reach the room, you open the door to billie standing there, waiting on your arrival.
“what’d you think?” you ask her, still stood there breathing heavily.
billie silently walks towards you and roughly grabs your face in her hands, leaving a warm, passionate kiss on your lips.
you smile into the kiss before pulling away for air. “you liked it, then?” you teasingly ask her.
“baby, i dont even know what to say… you’re so, so sexy” billie says, one of her thumbs stroking your cheek.
“yeah?” you ask her, looking for reassurance that she’s not just saying that to appease you.
“hell yeah. i’m so lucky i get to have you all to myself” billie whispers with a smirk.
“yes you do” you laugh, before leaning in for another kiss. the kiss starts to become heated, billie’s hips grind into yours.
“not here, bil. lemme get changed and we can go home” you mumble into her lips. but she’s relentless.
she pulls you up into her arms, using your ass as leverage.
“ah!” you lightly yelp with a giggle, quickly kissing her back. billie spins around and sits you onto the vanity dresser before pulling away to stare at your chest.
her hands go up to feel you, but you stop her.
“just wait, lovey. like half an hour, max.” you try and coax her.
“urghhhh!” billie groans as her head falls back. “you’re such a tease, y/n.”
“i’m not a tease, i’m just doing my job” you retort.
“what, it’s your job to make me horny?!” billie slightly raises her voice.
“no baby” you softly place a hand on her chest, “it’s my job to dance on stage. not my fault if that makes you horny” you shrug your shoulders with a laugh.
“fineeee” billie whines like a toddler, “but be quick. i’m taking you home and blowing your back out.”
“is that a promise or a threat?” you question with a half smile, teasing in your voice.
bille kisses her teeth before stepping out of your hold, “god damnit, just get dressed and quick tempting me” she rolls her eyes jokingly.
“yes, ma’am” you say, hopping off the desk.
