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Being a good girl never got her anything good.
So, for the first time in her life, Betty Cooper was doing something completely crazy. She was getting into bed with a powerful gang leader.
Well... she would be if things went her way.
Things at The Whyte Wyrm had changed in the last couple months. They were no longer just a gentlemen’s club where men could come and get lost in a fantasy. They were also a place where clients could get their hands on top of the line drugs without any fear of getting caught.
Once Reggie, the owner, got into business with The Serpents, Betty no longer just came into work for a paycheck. She came into work to see him . To see Jughead Jones, the mysterious and painfully handsome leader of the ruthless gang.
She hadn’t had any interaction with him other than the heated looks they shared whenever she was on stage. At work she went by the stage name American Nightingale, singing her heart out as she stripped, bearing both her body and soul. His eyes always burned into her from across the room with so much intensity that she could actually feel it. She knew something about her interested him.
It drove her crazy. It made her heart beat like a jackhammer. She’d never been attracted to anyone the way she was to him. She’d never laid awake at night picturing someone between her legs the way she did him.
She noticed that he didn’t stop and watch any other performances the way he watched hers. That had to mean something. This connection between the two of them from across the club was tangible, and it was too good not to act on.
Stepping into the private room, she took a deep and calming breath to center herself.
Jughead was sitting straight ahead, comfortable on the deep maroon couch, with one arm outstretched across the back while he typed something into his phone with the other. His leather jacket was thrown over the armrest and without it on he seemed a lot more laid back. Like he wasn’t the big bad leader of a gang. Like he was just a regular client she had to dance for.
She’d never been alone with him before and this was the only way she knew how to make it happen.
The lights in the room were dimmed and the music played at just the right volume, as it always did. ‘Intimate’ was the word she’d use to describe these rooms. The rooms in which she became whoever her clients wanted her to be.
She’d done this so many times and yet, she also hadn’t. Tonight felt different. She’d never been alone in one of these rooms with someone she wanted . He was dangerous and she was taking a risk, but she didn’t care.
His eyes didn’t leave the screen of his phone until she had walked halfway across the room, her step faltering when he finally looked up, his smoldering eyes burning into hers.
He threw his phone down and focused on her, extending his now free arm up across the back of the couch to join the other. He was like a king on his throne, exuding power without needing to even utter a single word. It was exactly the kind of energy he always displayed from across the club as well.
“I was surprised when I heard you wanted in on this deal,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face, never looking down at her half-naked body.
“I need the money,” she answered, trying to sound emotionless as she slowly stepped closer, an inch away from standing between his open legs. It was only half true. She could always use extra money, but the real reason for doing this was to allow the two of them a chance to meet, alone .
He kept eye contact as her heart beat out of her chest. She’d given many of his men lap dances before, but never him. Never the boss. He never asked, even now, thus forcing her to take initiative. Taking the final step, she gently climbed into his lap.
Using his shoulders as support, she flicked her perfectly blown out hair over her shoulder, her body slowly moving against his to the soft music. She’d taken extra care getting herself ready tonight, knowing she might have to seduce him.
His muscles were hard as her hands traveled from his shoulders to his chest, touching innocently.
She remembered the first time she saw him and how she almost forgot her set. She was performing on stage, all eyes on her but all she saw was him - his heated gaze, ignoring whatever Reggie was saying to him. He was into her, she was sure of it.
His heavy stare remained on her face, both his arms outstretched and comfortable, no indication that he’d touch her, even though she was burning for it. She tried harder, pressing her breasts against his chest and feeling down lower over his abs, inches away from just pushing her hand down his jeans and ending all this tension between them.
Despite her best efforts, he didn’t touch or look at any other part of her except her face as she danced in his lap, straddling him, dry humping him. He only smirked once when her hands ventured into his thick lush hair, hair she wanted to grab onto and pull.
It was maddening.
When the dance was over she contemplated asking if he didn’t like it, if she’d done something wrong.
Maybe she had been mistaken about their unspoken connection. Before this very moment she had been sure he was as interested in her as she was him, but now she worried she had read the situation all wrong.
But before she could continue silently worrying, his hand gently moved to her chin, tilting it up a little as he looked more deeply into her eyes. His were dark swirls of deep blue, like an endless ocean she craved to be lost in.
She held her breath, nervous and glancing down at his lips. They were slightly full and looked so soft. She wondered what they’d feel like on hers.
“Let’s see how you do tonight,” he said, almost suddenly pulling her out of her lust induced haze.
Her eyes finally broke away from his as she looked to see him reaching for his jacket, pulling it closer to them. He grabbed a small plastic bag out of one of the pockets and held it between his pointer and middle fingers as if it were one of his cigarettes.
She accepted it, a little unsure.
She was now holding drugs, officially doing something she could get into a lot of trouble for. Something about the threat of getting in trouble had always excited her though.
When he shifted she realized he wanted to get up, so she stepped off his lap. Now standing before one another, she looked up at him, his height just another one of the many things that made him the most attractive man she’d ever met.
“I take it the other girls explained how it works?”
She nodded, wanting to say or do more to make him stay. But he reached back and grabbed his jacket, putting it on and stepping around her without another word.
So she’d been wrong, she thought. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.
.
When he didn’t ask to see her the two following nights she tried not to be disappointed.
She’d completed her job. She gave the clients what they purchased and handed all the cash to Fangs as instructed.
The other girls told her maybe there just wasn’t any work, but she knew that couldn’t be it. Their clients came in for the drugs as much as they came in to see the girls. The Whyte Wyrm had always had good business, but ever since the Serpent’s came into the picture, the cash flow had tripled.
Finally, on the third night, when she stepped into a private room expecting a regular client, he was there instead. He was on his phone again before acknowledging her and standing.
“Good job,” he said, his tone neutral, “Your cut will be with your next paycheck from Reg.”
“Oh,” Was that it?
“I’ll have more for you in a few days,” he told her, stepping around her to leave.
Before she had time to think, she bravely reached her hand out to his arm, grabbing a hold of it and making him stop.
“Don’t you want a dance?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows slightly in question.
He gave her a smirk, his second one (but who was counting?). The rarity of it made her heart flutter.
“I’m busy tonight,” he answered simply.
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The following week she met him again, in the same room. This time she smiled, seeing he was sitting back like that first night, his jacket off. He wasn’t on his phone this time though, his head pressed back and his eyes closed, as if he were resting or getting a power nap in while he waited. She almost laughed at the thought of him taking power naps.
When she climbed into his lap, using his shoulders to steady herself, he slowly opened his eyes and maintained eye contact as she began to grind against him without a word, much more firm and direct than their first time. He hadn’t watched any of her performances on stage lately, and she’d missed it. She missed feeling like she was giving him a private show even though so many other eyes were on her.
Something was different about tonight. He seemed more present. She even caught his eyes as they glanced down at her chest for a moment, just as her hand traveled down her cleavage and back up over the swell of her breast.
She could feel him, proud of herself for getting one step closer to her goal.
With her face inches from his, she moved her hands down from his shoulders, over his hard chest and abs, all the way down to the buckle of his belt. The sexual tension was killing her. He had to feel it too.
She’d never know if she didn't try. But as soon as she began undoing the belt, his hands flew down to grab hers, stopping the action.
She frowned, her eyes asking him why he stopped. The amount they looked at each other, she felt like they had developed that superpower.
“Don’t you want to?” she whispered, moving her lips closer to his. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and wanted more of it, everywhere .
He sat up, causing her to lean back slightly, one of his hands reaching around to support her back. Her body had never felt as alive with fireworks as it did to his electric touch.
“When I fuck you,” he began, his voice deep, “it won’t be while you’re working,” The way his deep and smooth voice said the word 'fuck' made it sound even more erotic than it already was. She tingled with excitement. He wanted this, he wanted her .
“Later tonight then?” she asked, her voice breathier and more desperate than she intended.
God, she felt pathetic. She knew that if she went after any other man in this club they’d sleep with her in a second, but he was something she had to work for. Something she actually wanted, all for herself.
She was rewarded with another handsome smirk, giving her a little jolt of confidence again.
“Meet me in the back,” she told him, “I get out at two.”