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5^ Nines - Stripper

I feel sick. Disgusting. Tired.
Richard, my stripping partner and secret lover, stands in front of me on our podium in the standard attire for our job: white cuffs, black bow tie, black panties. Very standard. Also, very boring. Extremely boring.
Ever since we were activated, we were forced to be together. We've been doing this everyday for months. I'm drained. I'm tired. I don't want to do this, anymore, but we have nowhere else to go.
"Nines? We're being watched." Richard says, turning to look at me. His sharp gaze pierces me. He's the top. I'm the bottom. It only makes sense that I'd listen to him.
So, I sigh softly and walk up to him, letting him take my body and do what he wants with it. But, Richard's not like everyone else. It's not like he likes doing this. He hates it as much as I do.
"Eyes on me," he advises me, holding my chin in his fingertips. "Pretend that it's just us," he whispers, running his hands down my chest.
"Y-You say that all the time," I whine tiredly, moaning softly. Having Richard's hands on me makes me so excited. The best part of my job is being here with him.
"I know. I..." he trails away, placing a kiss on my neck. "I just don't know what else to say, baby."
At the cute name, I whimper, loving his attention.
But, the feeling doesn't last.
"Richard..." I whine, tearing up. "I'm tired of this."
"Hey, hey! D-Don't cry!" His blue eyes widen in fear, eagerly begging me to keep myself together. "I need you to keep yourself together until our shift is over! Please," he hisses.
"I... can't!" I break down, hating myself and knowing how dangerous this is for us.
     "No! No, no, no..." he breathes, sliding to the floor to shield me from anyone looking. "C'mon, Nines, baby, don't cry!" He holds me close to him. I can feel his Thirium pump beat away as his fear spikes.
     "I'm... sorry..." I mutter, rubbing my eyes.
     "Hush. Don't feel bad. Just let it out..."
     "Umm..?"
     Richard takes a sharp intake of breath as he pushes me behind him. "H-Hello," he greets, trying his best to use his seductive voice.
     "Is he alright?"
    I peek over Richard's shoulder to see a man staring at me. He looks... rough. Not in a scary way. It looks more like he's been through a lot.
     "He-He's fine," Richard stutters. "He's... Umm... having an orgasm! Cum! Everywhere!" Richard explains hastily. "Yes. He needs to clean up. And... fast. Before he... gets an infection." He pulls me up, standing with me.
     "Why is he crying?" the man asks, immediately seeing past Richard's lie. "Your model is RK900, right? I work with one. You're all bad liars."
I perk up at that. RK900? There are more of us? I thought Richard and I were the only ones.
"W-Well..." He leaves my side and leans over the edge of our raised stage, leaning into the man. "Ok, fine, he's crying. Just, please, don't tell our manager. Please, I'll do anything you want. I-I'll give you a session for free! Just, please, don't tell," he begs.
The man raises his hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, relax. I'm not gonna tell anyone. I just wanna know why he's crying."
     Richard looks back at me, and I crawl into his arms, letting him hold me as I calm myself down.
     "When you have to live, everyday, being fucked and touched by other men while your partner looks on, unable to do anything, then you tell me why he's crying," Richard hisses.
     "So... you guys are together?"
     "Keep your voice down!" Richard whisper-yells, gritting his teeth. "No one can know. As far as you're concerned, we're just stripping partners. Nothing more. No romantic intent," Richard insists, but I know he doesn't mean that. Our relationship is so much more than just a friendly one.
     "Uhh... Look, I'm not an asshole, ok? So, I have a proposition, if you're willing to listen."
     "What's your name?"
     "Gavin. Gavin Reed. I'm a detective at the DPD."
     Richard sighs softly. "Well... go ahead. I suppose, it can't hurt to listen."
     "What if I bought a session, but I left you guys alone to be together?" Gavin suggests. A smile quirks at the corners of his lips.
     Richard stares at him with wide eyes. "Y-You mean it? Well, you'd have to be in there with us..."
     "Well, then, I won't say anything. I won't intervene," Gavin insists.
     "Why would you do this? What are your intentions?" Richard asks, pushing me behind him protectively.
     "I just... feel bad. Ya know, not every person does nice things and expects something back. I just wanna help..."
     Richard nods slowly. He seems sold, but hesitantly so.
     Gavin presses his hand to the module and buys a session. Richard slides off of the podium, and I follow him, immediately taking my place in front of him. Richard places his hands on my shoulders as we make our way to our room with Gavin behind us. When the door shuts behind us, I freeze. Usually, the patron would take control, but this is different. Gavin doesn't want anything.
     Or does he?
     I approach him, wringing my hands out nervously.
     "Wh-What? Aren't you two gonna get busy?"
     "Are you sure you don't want anything...?" I ask, looking at him shyly.
     "Yes! I... I like someone else," he admits, looking away.
     "Nines?"
     Richard's hushed voice draws my attention. He's sitting on the bed. I walk over to him and straddle him, smiling softly. Richard's fingers brush against my chin before he pulls my face forward and kisses me.
     We've kissed, before. We've kissed plenty of times, before. But, all those kisses were on the pole, just for show. This kiss is full of love and longing, a promise that he will always love me and be there for me.
     His tongue slips inside, exploring my mouth, learning more about me. I push my tongue against his, letting him take control as he pushes me down on the bed.
     Richard almost never gets to do much. Even though we always come together, Richard acts as more of a bodyguard or a comfort person for me, since I'm always the one getting used. He's adapted his main role as making sure that the patrons aren't too rough with me or hurt me. He does his job well, considering the fact that I'm still alive. But, now I can give all of myself to Richard, even if it's only for a half hour.
     "Tell me if I'm doing anything that you don't want to do. Anything, at all. Unlike a lot of people you end up with, I actually care about your wellbeing," he growls, attacking my neck viscously.
     I moan and squirm around as he bites at my sweet spot. "R-Richard!" I cry, digging my nails into his back as he sucks and bites at my skin. He pulls away and blows on it, making me shiver in absolute pleasure. Having Richard go down on me causes me to go in an extreme state of ecstasy. I've never been so excited to be in bed with someone.
     Richard knows exactly what he's doing as he makes his way down my chest, placing deep kisses as he goes. When he reaches my groin, he kisses it through my panties, pressing his face on it.
     I whimper, desperately wanting him. "P-Please..." I moan, bucking my hips up into him.
     He slips his fingers into my waistband, pulling at it and letting it snap back to my skin with a sharp sting. I hiss in pleasure, slowly being driven crazy by him. "Beg for me," he demands.
"Please, Richard! Please, I want your cock in me! I want you to fill me up and cum in me! Please, I want to know what you feel like!" I beg, putting my hands together pleadingly. My cock throbs with sheer arousal and longing. I can barely take it.
Richard pulls my panties off and takes my member in his hand, slowly stroking it. "It's... almost unbelievable that this is our first time, together," Richard breathes. I can see the excitement in his expression.
     He pulls his panties off and throws them on the floor. Instinctively, I self-lubricate, preparing for him to go inside. It's almost surreal to have my boyfriend finally go down on me after all this time. I feel like crying, but I hold it in.
     Richard pulls me into his lap and positions me. I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails in his back, silently asking him to let me have a moment to gather myself.
     Over time, we've developed a system of various taps and sounds that we use to communicate with while we're in a session. His hands are always somewhere on me, so I can tap him or scratch him, whatever I need to do.
     My nails in his back are a sign telling him to hold back for a moment. After I take a shaky breath, I let go of him and pat him once on the back, bringing my hands down to squeeze his hips as I wiggle my ass against him.
     The message is clear: I'm ready.
     And, I am ready. I'm so very ready to feel him. He grips my waist as he hoists me up. I hold his forearms, whining softly as he slides inside. Of course, it's nearly painless, considering the fact that I've done this so many times.
     "Mmm?" he hums.
     I nod, encouraging him to continue. He lifts me up, then lets me slide back down. I huff, feeling comfortably full from his length.
     He taps my thigh rapidly, asking if he can go faster.
     I tap his shoulder twice, granting him permission to go faster.
     Richard lays me down on the bed, speeding up as he works on pounding me. Having him do me like this is purely euphoric. This isn't like all those other times I did it with patrons. This time, I can feel the passion and love that Richard puts into fucking me.
I squirm and grip the bedsheets as I moan and whine beneath him. He feels so good and full inside of me, throbbing as he makes love to the only one he wants.
     I can't help but grab him and pull him down to me, kissing him in full, fighting him with my tongue. He moans softly as he fucks me harder, slamming himself into me with each thrust. I can feel him. And, I love what I feel.
     "Richard," I breathe. "I love you."
     "I love you, too, Nines," he breathes back to me. "I love you more than anything in this world. Nothing could ever be better than spending my days with you."
     I whine and shudder as I cum, feeling slightly embarrassed. Richard leans down and licks the cum off of my chest, slowing down to fuck me slow while he finishes himself off.
     I wring my hands together above me, crying out his name, begging him to cum.
     He puts a finger to my lips, burying himself deep and releasing himself inside of me. He lets out a soft sigh, pulling out slowly, meticulously.
Richard pulls me into his lap, letting his breath wash over my neck. I slightly shiver in his lap, feeling suddenly vulnerable. But, I'm ok with being vulnerable with him. I stare into his eyes, smiling softly as he blinks slowly at me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, leisurely leaning into him. Richard kisses my forehead softly.
I startle as Gavin shuffles around where he sits. Richard sighs. "Forgot you were here..." he mutters.
"Oh, don't mind me. Carry on. I'm just..." he shrugs. "Ya know... making myself comfortable."
I look away in embarrassment, pressing my face into Richard's chest.
"No. We're done here. Do you want anything?"
Gavin shakes his head. "N-No. No, I'm good."
"Then, let's-"
"No!" I cry, gripping his shoulders. "I-I don't want to go back there! I d-don't want to!"
Richard comforts me, holding my naked body against his. "We have to, baby. We have to."
"Maybe, not," Gavin pipes up.
Richard laughs breathily. "No, we can't. We're stuck here. We have nowhere else to go."
"No, I meant that you guys could live with me and my partner. He's the RK900 I was talking about earlier." Gavin smiles.
I stare at him in surprise.
Does he mean that?