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You were sitting in front of the dressing room mirror, putting the finishing touches of makeup on and adjusting some of the fly always in your hair. Perfection. That’s what he demanded, so you knew everything had to be just right or you’d be sitting elsewhere this evening, while some other girl kept his lap warm.
“Y/N…,” your boss, Nat, calls from the entrance of the dressing room, “he’s here and you’re up!”
You inhale and swallow hard and nod in her direction.
“Hey…,” she’s sensed your nervousness and has made her way over to you, resting her hand on your shoulder, “relax...you’ll be fine. He’s already requested your presence afterwards, so ease up and have fun. Tonight, is all about you...and after, I’m sure you’ll have the King of New York eating out of your hand!”
You smile at her hoping to god she was right. Keeping James Barnes company was your goal. The mob boss wasn’t known for keeping the same woman around for very long, and you were praying you could change that. All you needed was to gain his attention, and with Nat’s help, this would be your ticket in.
“It’s time.”
Nat smiles at you and you take one last look in the mirror, giving yourself a once over. “I can do this.” You say, getting up from your seat and looking to Nat. “Let’s go.”
You follow the club manager out of the room and through the halls to the stage entrance. All eyes were on you as you walked, most of the women already knowing who’s lap you were keeping company later, and all of them salty as hell.
Natalia was the key to your future. Getting a seat with any member of the mob was the goal of the women that worked here. Anyone that had the opportunity to warm a lap, stopped being an employee and were fast tracked to luxury at the hands of one of the men that helped to run the empire. Pepper, Maria, Jane, Laura, Gamora, all former employees, spent a night entertaining one of his men. They were now the wives that kept their husbands in check and providing alibis when necessary.
There were two men that never asked for woman to keep them company when they came into the club...Steve Rogers, the Prince of New York, and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, the one and only King.
Neither of them bothered with the ladies at the club, not wanting to mix business with pleasure. However, James was here breaking his own rules and asking for your time outside of your usual routine. This could be exactly what you were hoping for...your way into his life.
Standing at the curtain, you close your eyes and take in a deep breath. This is it. Time to get in the zone. The moment has arrived and seconds from now, you’d walk out on stage and give the performance of your life, hoping it’d be enough for to secure the mob boss and a place by his side.
“Next up...our special of the evening…” you heard the young DJ, Peter, say to the crowd. “Ya’ll better get ya bills out, cause she’s guaranteed to get ya dicks hard!”
You chuckled as you heard the men in the attendance cheer in excitement. The kid was young but knew how to get the audience fired up.
“Gentleman...I give you my best girl...Y/N…” Peter announces and then starts playing the track you specifically planned to gain the attention of James Barnes.
You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy
You put the hat on and slowly walk out on stage, standing in the center, waiting for the lights to turn on put you into focus of the men at the club.
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
The lights came on, spotlight directly on you showing the striped pantsuit, mimicking the look the mob boss was known for. Your head was lowered to the ground, hand holding your hat in place. The men in attendance already cheering loudly for you even though you hadn’t done anything.
You start to sway your hips, letting the beat take over and dancing your routine from memory. The movements of your hips become greater and you slowly turn around, circling your ass for the crowd and bending your knees, letting your ass drop before leisurely standing straight up, back still facing the crowd.
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy
You turn around, and throw the hat, the suit jacket now fully open exposing the black bra hidden underneath. You march to the end of the stage, and shake off the jacket, throwing it behind you out of reach and that’s when you see him...James Barnes and his attention is all on you.
You can hear the lyrics in the background but you’re no longer paying attention, all your focus is on the mob boss who’s eyes have locked onto yours. You smirk and wink at him, then bend down and open your legs wide, taking your hand and rubbing it between your legs, giving the men in the front row a show through your clothed legs.
James is sitting in the back of the VIP section, but you can see him clear as day. The boss who had been sitting casually in the recliner, had adjusted himself, possibly trying to free the tightness he was feeling in his pants. It was a slight movement and to anyone near him, they wouldn’t have noticed...but you did. You saw everything, including the smirk which has appeared as he watched you start to grind against your hand.
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
You bounce back off your knees and stand straight up, undoing the button of the pants in one languid movement and letting the drop to the stage in a messy pile. The men around you screamed and hollered, seeing you on stage in only the little black bra and barely there lace panties, yelling for you to take them off. You’d give the men what they wanted...your bra was the next item to go.
As if James was anticipating your next play, you saw him lean into one of his men standing next to him and watched as the man looked at you and nodded. He walked out of the VIP section and to the booth where Peter was manning the music. You stopped watching at that point, you had a show to put on and needed to continue no matter what drama was beginning to unfold at the hands of James Barnes.
You stepped out of the pants and kicked them off into the crowd and made your way over to the pole behind you, circling it slowly, letting the men take in your half naked form. Your reach out and place your hand on the brass to steady your grip and swinging your body around, bending your knee and allowing your body to circle around the pole, lowering yourself to the ground.
It was at the exact moment you were about to grab for your bra, Peter’s voice could be heard over the music in the club.
“Alright gentlemen...change of plans. Due to a special request, our lovely lady will not be bearing all for you this evening.”
Well damn! The men in the audience start to boo and become pissy at the halting of your performance. They came to see naked women, and as of now, your bits were no longer up for display.
“I know you’re upset, but a special guest has requested our beautiful Y/N, finish out her dance keeping her privates, private.”
The words seep into your brain, and you move your hands away from your bra, and use them to get yourself up and dance around the pole, continuing to shake your ass for the men in the club, finishing off your set.
Pick a bitch up in the big baddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy
You end your time on stage with a slide down the pole, half naked body facing the men in the front row. You could hear the clapping and cheers, but it wasn’t the same as it had been in the past. These men came to watch you dance around naked and it wouldn’t happen tonight. Someone else had something different in store for you, and it wasn’t taking off your clothes for this crowd any longer.
Walking off the stage, you were met by a smiling Natalia who had watched your dance with glee. “He’s waiting for you.”
You smile at her, giddy from adrenaline, “should I put on something else?”
Natalia smirks at you and holds out a sleek black dress. You smile and walk off to the dressing room, putting the dress on over your head and wiggling it down to your thighs. You slip on your black flats and take a look in the mirror to make sure your hair is still intact.
“You look amazing,” Natalia watches you from the door, “now let’s go!”
You walk away from the mirror and over to your friend. She grabs your hand and walks you out from the dressing room and into the main area of the club. You see some of the patrons look your way as you walk hand in hand with Nat, even catching some of the employees watching you being escorted to the VIP section.
Natalia leads you to the VIP lounge and past the bodyguards keeping watch over the club. She walks right up to the man everyone knows as the King of New York and stops in front of him, leaving you to stand a little bit behind her.
“James.”
“Natalia,” he responds flatly.
“As requested...this is Y/N…” she pulls you forward, making you stand in front of her, coming face to face with James Barnes.
The mob boss moves his blue eyes up and down your body, checking you out from head to toe. After several moments of silence, he raises his hand and motions for you to come forward.
You do as directed and take the three steps towards him, placing yourself directly in front of him. He picks up the drink next to him and sips from it, leaving you to watch his every move and notice he’s no longer looking in your direction.
James is currently talking to his right-hand man and Prince of his empire, Steve, ignoring the fact you’re standing there, waiting for him to acknowledge you. You felt your body tense, as you start to second guess why you were even here if he was paying you no mind. Maybe you weren’t what he wanted after all now that he’s had a chance to see you up close.
James looks back to you and gives you a smirk. Using his eyes, he instructs you to sit down on his lap, and your body moves voluntarily to do so, silently thanking whatever god was looking out for you right now.
Once seated, he leans into you, and places his hands on your back. “Relax, get comfortable…,” he whispers in your ear, “you’ll be here for a very long time.”
You smile and relax your body against his. ‘Yeah,’ you thought as you wrapped your arms around James’ neck, ‘One day I’ll end you’.