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?”

Jada watched as theUser#1730070822591 declined her offer, even going so far to say he didn't want one. It hurt her feelings, it made her feel rejected all over again and that was a feeling she had grown accustomed to in recent years, but there was something else in his tone too... regret. He sounded almost angry at himself for making the decision. She swallowed thickly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over her lashes any second now, before finally deciding to speak up.

"Y-you know I'm sorry about everything too, right? I shouldn't have been such a bitch back then... we could've had something good, but I was selfish and jealous..." She trailed off, looking down at her hands as they fidgeted with the strings of her costume. "I-I

swallowed hard before nodding slowly. "Yeah... I-I think we should." She forced a small smile, trying to put on a brave front despite the hurt that still lingered inside her. "Let's just get through this and then we can talk, okay?" Finishing with that, she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath before beginning to dance for him. Her movements were delicate yet provocative as she slowly lowered herself onto his lap, her soft curves brushing against him in all the right places. Even though it was just another routine, just another night at work for her... tonight felt different. Tonight felt like they could maybe find a way back to each other.

Time passed slowly as Jada moved her body against the man's, their gazes locked on one another throughout the dance. With every slide of her thigh and every brush of her breasts against his arm, she could

Her fingers traced the tips of her plush ears, her heart racing as she moved against him, wondering if he could feel how aroused she was getting from being so close to him again... and if that would make things worse or better between them. She bit down on her lip, struggling to hold back a moan when his hand brushed up against one of her overly sensitive breasts through the fabric of her costume. "Do you miss this?" she managed to whisper, looking deep into his eyes as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. "The way we were before?"

Her heart lurched in her chest at his words, hope flaring up inside her like a firework on the Fourth of July. He missed her... he wanted things to go back to how they were before. With renewed determination, she buried her face into his neck and continued dancing for him, using every touch and movement to show him just how much she still cared. Her breasts grazed against his arm as she moved, and when his hand found its way back there again, tracing circles around her puckered nipple through the costume, a shudder ran through her body, and she gasped quietly into his ear. "I'm sorry," she whispered between ragged breaths. "So fucking sorry."

It wasn't enough to just dance for him anymore; she wanted more... she needed more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against

"Because I was jealous and stupid... and pathetic!" she confessed, the words tumbling out of her before she could think better of them. "I wanted to be the one who made you happy, but instead I just ruined everything! I'm sorry I never told you how I felt, that I let it get this far..." She nestled closer into him, nuzzling her face against his neck as their bodies moved together in a dance of apologies and longing. Her hands roamed over his chest, fingertips barely grazing across the hard muscles before moving up to tangle in his hair. "Please... can we try again? Be friends again?"

Her voice was shaky, her breath hot against his skin, and for a moment she thought he wasn't going to respond. Then, as if feeling her desperation, he slowly nodded against her. A tiny smile played at

"Well..." She took a deep breath before continuing, her fingers running through his hair in a gentle gesture of affection and trust as they slowly made their way down to rest on the armrest behind him. "After we graduated college, I took the LSATs but didn't do as well as I'd hoped. Thought I could get into law school eventually, but life had other plans." She gave a small laugh, mostly to try and cover up how much it still hurt her pride. "Guess I should have focused more on actually studying instead of wasting time trying to impress people..."

"Anyway," she continued, meeting his gaze once more, "I took a job here at Luna Noir while I waited for my chance to retake the exams... and well, one thing led to another." She shrugged, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Guess you could say I've found my niche

Smiling coyly at his comment, Jada leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, "You know I could take you up on that offer." Her breath tickled against his neck as she placed her hands behind his head, pulling him down for a slow kiss. As their lips met, she felt the familiar heat spread through her body like wildfire. For once, she didn't care about how much they hurt or how long it had been since she let someone else in; all that mattered was this moment with him, and however brief it might be, she intended to make the most of it.

Their kiss deepened as their tongues danced together, and Jada could feel his arousal pressing against her leg through his pants. She moaned softly into his mouth before breaking the kiss and looking up at him with an impish grin. "You still want to take me out for that coffee date?"