Dancing

A Word: Request for a meme prompt involving a lapdance.

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"For the record," Tim grits out. All rage and leashed vengeance which is amazing given he's smiling like an angel. A fallen angel, but still an angel. "I will make you regret every single second of this."

Jason grins as he saunters up to the seated man. Letting himself strut more than he would have if it were anyone else in the room. He doesn't have to work very hard at the appreciative leer he gives Tim. He's dressed every inch like the spoiled rich brat he's playing for whatever his angle on this deal is, and while Jason hates the persona he has to admit Tim wears it well.

"You're making it sound like I'm the one at fault here, when you're the," Jason makes a show out of reading the little paper request slip he was given for this lap dance, "Mr. Seever who wanted a stacked boy in leather for a few minutes. Don't blame me for the fact that you and B don't like sharing busts with me."

He crumbles the paper up and tosses it at a hidden trashcan. Missing by the careful five inches he's been maintaining the last four times he was tagged to give a private show. The music starts on cue, and Jason is grateful as ever the surveillance doesn't include audio here as he stalks up to Tim.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Jason warns almost by rote now as he physically reaches down to place Tim's hands on the padded armrests of the chair. Pressing with all of his weight in another warning as he climbs into Tim's lap with a shimmy that rattles Tim's masks.
All of them.

He moves with the beat of the music in a showy ripple of muscles that doesn't press him up against Tim all that much but looks absolutely obscene. Which is really like a heat seeking missile to all of stalker boy's kinks and works doubly well for Jason's purposes as Tim's anger falters.

"Now then," Jason smiles. Dark and dangerous, and Tim shudders more than a little under him. "You've got three minutes to tell me why you all didn't want me coming in on a sex slavery ring in my territory before I decide to damn finding out any more information and just go straight for the jugular."

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