Rating: R
Summary: Loki finds you after dark.. but who owns who?
Note: Based off the song The Boy is Mine by Ariana Grande
Requester: @Laer111ee
*Insert slut song here First and play as you read LOL*
Your hips swayed from side to side as your fingers gripped the pole firmly to keep your balance. Shifting your weight as you swung yourself, arched your back and flipped your hair, all were the main ingredience to get the big bucks coming, especially with those regular fat cats in the audience that continued to gawk at you for the 5th day in a row. It paid the bills at least, kept your head away from other problems and.. you just really loved to dance.
Your hair was loose, make up was light but still captured a sexy look, you ditched the ridiculous high heels and just put on the shorter ones that almost said 'sexy business woman' and you had your favorite black outfit that almost resembled slave Leia from Star Wars.. or at least, that's what that one guy shouted from the audience that one time.
As soon as your last song ended, you struck your pose and closed your eyes, catching your breath with a smile as the feeling of paper brushed against your exposed skin as people threw cash and cat called. After a moment, you collected it all after a corny bow and headed down the stairs for the next girl to take over.
''hey Y/N, some fella in curtain 5 paid for a private dance'' your boss whispered before you could get to the back rooms. His grip on your arm indicated his usual 'I'm telling' not 'asking'.
Your eyes glanced over at the closed curtain room, as if expecting to see the gentleman right there and glanced at your boss with a sigh. ''fine, then I'm done for the night.''
''sure.'' He waved off and disappeared elsewhere.
After placing your bag in your locker, tiding yourself up a bit and even changing into something similar, just with more exposed leg space for your usual lap dances and headed over. Ignoring the stares and cat calling as you pass people, you paused at the curtain and took a deep breath- knowing you've done hundreds but it was just to prepare for.. anything, and went in.
"hello darling, you've never mentioned about your little side business..''
You stopped dead in your tracks with wide eyes and queasy stomach. Your body ran a cold shiver up your spine as you remained a deer in the headlights at who sat before you, manspreading and comfortable, rocking his perfect black suit and your expression was still.
Snake..
''what the hell are you doing here?'' you managed to squeeze out, your voice not indicating any anger but more.. uncertainty as you glanced at the curtain behind you to make sure it was closed.
''don't worry darling, I'll keep your little secret'' Loki smirked and laced his fingers together before him with a cross of his legs. ''but might I say, you do look ravishing, especially displaying your skillset and.. assets on stage'' he smirked, trying to get a rise out of you.
So he had been there that long.. your eyes narrowed in challenge as you remained calm. At least on the outside. Loki has been your long-time crush for a long time, having seen him amongst the tower many times to share some playful bickering and knowledgeable conversation here and there. He was someone to keep things interesting, never boring and got your mind to always think- unlike the dull and self-centered males that also occupied the tower. Most of them anyway. Being an Avenger was also your job, but you just couldn't give up your first job here when Stark offered you the position, so you worked both, this one obviously in secret- until now.
