Chapter 1
This was the one place you never imagined you'd be in, let alone walking out of. Last night, you must've been more drunk then you had originally thought, or maybe too intoxicated by the way he stared at you and left gentle longing touches on your skin that left you burning. You had been walked right through the front door of the Avengers headquarters without even noticing.
You glanced over at the bed beside you with new hollowing sobriety. The man beside you had fallen dead asleep minutes after you two finished and cleaned up. You, quickly and quietly as possible, stood from the bed, causing the man to stir ever so slightly. You looked back at him… God damn a face and body like that, you had to be one of the luckiest dancers you knew.
Silently you slipped your leggings on and pulled on your bra then shirt. You held your panties, contemplating for a second before writing him a quick note with a pen and a pad by the bed, leaving it and the panties on the nightstand. As much as you'd like to stay and bask in his muscular physique, and let him make you breakfast, something felt so wrong staying in bed with the super soldier himself, Captain America. So you left him your panties as a invitation to see you again.
So many things led up to tonight. You looked back on them as you tried to find your way out of the building which was a never ending maze.
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It had been about 3 months before, about late June. You had a job as a burlesque dancer, basically a stripper but you didn't like to call it that because the club you worked at was more classy than a strip club. Your club also didn't play those aggressive rap songs, mostly jazzy songs almost all the time. At your work, they announced that there was a decades weekend and had set a sign up for each decade starting with the 1920s. You rushed to the sign up, signing up for the 1940s slot, seeing as World War 2 was always one of your favorite subjects to learn about, especially Captain America.
Leading up to that weekend you worked on choreography at home in your room. You ended up choosing a pretty jazzy song, but it had plenty of 1940s essence for you to pull it off. You ended up buying a red, white and blue bra and panties set and a nice tan button down and shorts to go on top, mimicking the uniforms of the soldiers from WW2. You had also found some little flag pasties that you couldn't help but buy as well. By the time it came in and you fixed any stitching that would come undone, it was the night of the performances. July 4th.
You got ready and did your makeup, overhearing other girls whispering about a full crowd and some birthday in the crowd. Apparently a pretty important one too because everyone knew except for you. You tried asking but only got some answers like "I didn't think he'd be in a place like this" or "you'll recognize Him". To those, you just rolled your eyes and continued getting ready. You got to be on stage for about 8 minutes, pretty long compared to any other weekend.
Your boss rushed you out quickly after you were done changing, you were up first to perform. They had welcomed everyone to the show and announced other specials and such before playing your music. You walked out in your costume and began your dance. Very sensual if you did say so yourself. As you slowly stripped your shorts to the song, you caught glances of the crowd, looking to see if you could find this birthday guy everyone was talking about.
That's when you made eye contact with him. None other than the Super Soldier himself, Steve Rodgers. And you were on stage in a skimpy America thong and bra, peeking out from your half unbuttoned shirt. Something about his gaze on you made you feel both very unpatriotic and so hot at the same time. On the stage a little closer to him there was a pole, maybe you'd get a better glance at him. You took off your shirt to expose the bra fully, moving towards the pole.
You spun and grinded on the pole as you looked through the crowd, catching his glance a couple more time, confirming it was him and what you assumed to be the Winter soldier, Bucky, beside him. Bucky seemed more excited by your outfit, elbowing his friend as he smiled. Steve however looked so conflicted, wearing an American flag like you were probably was very unpatriotic but you assumed he didn't care. You slowly undid the bra and dropped on the stage right in front of him as you slowly got on your knees in front of another customer who was a regular, blowing that man a small kiss, sending a pang of jealousy into Steve's chest, even though this was the first time he’d ever seen you.
You stood again, letting your tits bounce dramatically to the music as it came closer to the end. You ended your dance, holding onto the pole with one hand, arching your back gently to push your breasts out, and using your free hand to salute, sending the Captain a wink. Everyone clapped as the song finished, letting you grab your clothes and go backstage. You smiled at your coworkers as you went back to the shared dressing room to lay your clothes down.
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About two weeks went by before you saw Steve again. That weekend you were dancing again but there wasn't a theme so you dressed in a usual garter and thigh highs, a nice bustier and panty combo to match the garter. You had a dress to go above your outfit for your dance and some long gloves.
Your dance had gone as usual, but once again you saw Steve, yet now he was alone and sat towards the back of the club. His eyes watched as you strut around, stripping and dancing sensually to the music. Once again you sent him a wink at the end of the song.
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The next couple months went like that. Once a week you performed and Steve was always there to watch you with his eyes watching your every move. One of your best friends, a bartender, took notice to the man who stared at you and he often teased you about it.
"All I'm saying is that his eyes stick to you like glue the whole time you dance… he looks at you like the most valuable diamond in the whole world" The bartender, Kyle, said as you helped him clean up the bar before the day even started.
"I don't know Ky… I always took him as a more old fashioned man. What would he be doing in a club like this?" You said, wiping across the top of the bar with a cloth. You were dressed in the usual server outfits, your stockings, ruffly shorts, and a nice bra and a sheer bodysuit above the bra. "I always thought of him as the kind of guy that probably sits at home on Saturday nights and reads the newspaper as smooth jazz plays out of a record player."
"You do realize burlesque is probably the closest to an old fashioned strip club there is? He's looking for a woman and must I say, he's already got his eyes on you." Kyle said and patted your shoulder. "Are you working the floor or the stage tonight?" He asked you as you thought about what day it was.
"Floor, serving. One of the other girls needed the tips towards her schooling this week so I gave her the slot for dancing." You explained as you saw people start to trickle into the club.
"So you finally get to be face to face with Mr. Handsome, can't-peel-his-eyes-off-you, superhero. Good luck." Kyle wished you as you laughed at him.
More and more people took seats and ordered drink service so you strutted around and gave the men their drinks. As some music played before the performances, you shook your hips or body as you felt the music. You had one for a table in the back and your heart dropped, realizing who sat there. none other then the hero himself. You put on your smile and strutted yourself over to him.
"Mr. Rogers?" You read off the receipt and set the drink on his little table. He held out a couple bills as most men did. "Choose where you want to leave it hun." You purred in your most sultry voice and he looked up at you finally. His eyes widened as you crouched over slightly, assuming he wanted to put it in your bra.
He slipped the couple of bills in your hand and gently kissed it. You smiled as a small blush spread on your cheeks. "You're not dancing today?" He asked and watched you as you put the couple of bills into your bra for safe keeping.
"Nope. I decided I'd come out here to visit you." You said playfully and smiled at him. He offered to buy you a drink on him. Normally you refused offers like that until later in the night but what would one drink hurt. You weren't a lightweight but you also weren't a heavy drinker so one drink would be good enough to loosen you up a little.
You continued to take drinks out to other men until the show started. Once it started you made your own glass of white wine and walked to the spot that the captain was sitting in. You held out your glass and a refill for him to take. He took it and offered a toast to you quietly as the girls on the stage danced. You took a gentle sip of your drink as you or eyes flickered between the girl on stage and him. He wasn't even acknowledging the girl dancing, eyes staring at you.
You two talked quietly and he leaned in to talk to you. Every once and a while he touched your hand or your arm and smiled at you. Those small touches made your heart pound and your skin burn hotly. A couple times you got up to walk drinks out, usually bringing back a refill of wine for you and whatever he had been drinking. Every time you stood and walked you could feel his eyes on you. Did he not realize that there was people on the stage?
Towards the end of the night you were basically sitting in his lap. You weren't, but someone took the seat you had been sitting in so you resorted to sitting on the arm of Steve's chair. After a couple minutes, Steve's hand found itself gently placed on your knee to be sure you were able to sit comfortably. As he took a sip of his drink you caught Kyle's eye and he made the international hand sign for having sex. You rolled your eyes and looked back to Steve to continue your conversation.
After the show finished, your shift was basically over, but the bar remained open. You took all the dollars off of you and eventually the one out of your bra, splitting it with Kyle. You realized the bills in your bra were both $50 bills. You widen your eyes and looked over at the captain and smiled at you. You had about 3 glasses of wine which was enough for you to still be conscious about your surroundings. Kyle split the tips evenly and hugged you goodnight.
You walked to the back to pull on your shirt and leggings, calming your hair down a bit and deciding to remove your makeup at home. As you walked out the back entrance you immediately noticed the man lingering outside the entrance. You smiled and walked over to him, the same man you been sitting with all night. "How would you like to take me home?" You said, leaning against him as your head buzzed with the flow of alcohol through your system. He wrapped an arm around you to help you stabilize, guiding you towards a black car.
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That brought you to where you were now, walking out of the goddamn Avengers tower you had found your way out of after about half an hour, your heels in your hand as you walked out into the street. You remembered him helping you and kissing you back gently. When you had gotten to his room you had immediately expected him to want to have sex, but he was more loving and sensual then you had expected, helping you take off your heels and such. Maybe alcohol didn't do anything to him. He seemed shocked when you started undressing and kissing him, but he eventually went along with your lead and ended up being one of the best hookups you've had in a long time.
You smiled stupidly to yourself as you glanced back at the tower. But not even that night would prepare you for the weeks to come.