Syd Squid

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me that since your popsicle bud has been unfrozen you haven’t gotten him LAID yet?” Tony Stark’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“No, he’s not that kind of guy.” Steve sighed. “He has different priorities now.”

“Was he a ladies man back in the 40’s?”

“Actually, he was. But he’s not like that anymore.”

“Have you ever thought of setting him up in an atmosphere that would bring the old him back?”

 “He’s already old,” Thor pointed out. 

“Guys, he’s not looking for anyone right now and I respect that.”

“You are the worst wingman ever, Capsicule.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I’m going to have to agree with Stark on this one. My friends and I would always be sure to celebrate our victories properly after each battle.”

“Now you’re speaking my language, big guy. I can’t tell you how much I indulged myself after our first battle in New York. It’s a great stress reliever and a great way to expend your energy after countless near death experiences-”

“Okay, I get it.” Steve sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think it might be too soon for Bucky to…” the soldier’s face reddened as he scratched the back of his neck. “… well, you know.” 

“Um, no I don’t know unless you tell us. Do you mean plow his-“

“Tony!”

“Fine, fornicate? Fondue? Have passionate sex? Is that PG enough for you, old man?”

“Maybe we should start small,” Thor mused. “Like put him in an atmosphere where he can admire the wondrous form of a woman-”

“I’ve got it!” Tony snapped his fingers as a lightbulb went off in his head. “Strip club! Damn, you and I need to hang out more often, big guy.”

“No, no no!” Steve stood up. “Absolutely not!”

“Why not?”

“It’s indecent and disrespectful.”

“Um, old man, I’m pretty sure throwing dollars at hot girls, who’s a

aim is to make money is anything but disrespectful. It’s called doing them a service.” 

“I don’t even know what a strip club is but I sure like the sound of that.” Thor traced his chin with his thumb and forefinger, a wistful grin spreading across his face. 

“Thank god, no pun intended. It’s nice to finally be around someone else who appreciates ass and titties.”

“Tony!”

“What?” Stark shrugged. “I really think it would be good for him.”

“Why are you suddenly obsessed with Bucky's intimate life anyway?”

“Um, first off A: I am not obsessed, that’s just gross. B: He’s too grumpy and mopey all the time. It’s infectiously depressing. C: Sex was great for my mental health way before I became Iron Man.”

“Well, yeah. But you’ve calmed down since.” 

“What makes you say that I have?”

“Alright, don’t need to hear anymore.” 

“I concur with metal man!” Thor boomed brightly. “I think this is a grand idea! I haven’t seen a naked woman myself in quite a while since Jane and I went our separate ways.”

“It’s decided.” Tony beamed. “We are having a dudes night out. Tonight we’re hitting up  Leave it to Beavers .”

“Beavers?” The demigod furrowed his brows. “I do not understand. What does a rodent have to do with the wondrous form of a naked woman?”

Steve smiled to himself, proud that he understood the reference.

Breaking the news

The room was bright from the window that served as a wall. Bucky sat at a desk working on his memory journal, trying to unscramble the mess of his thoughts and recollections. 

Steve popped into the room. “Hey Buck. How’s the journaling coming along?”

The former winter soldier let out a sigh as he put down the pen and stretched in his chair. “It’s going.” 

“So, Bucky. Tony, Thor and I have been talking… and we think that-“

The conversation went something like this:

“So the guys and I have been talking and we’re a little concerned.”

Along with:

“You seem down all the time and spend too much time alone.”

And don’t forget:

“You haven’t really been listening to your therapist's advice and getting out there and interacting with the world.”

“I’m not completely antisocial. I go to the grocery store every week.”

“I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as social interaction, Buck. That’s why Tony, Thor, and I have decided we’re all gonna go out for a few beers tonight.”

“I think I’ll pass-”

The door barged open, letting in a flashy dressed Tony Stark and the hunk muscle of thunder. 

“So, did you tell him the news?” The billionaire made his way into the kitchen area and began mixing himself a drink. 

Bucky shifted in his seat and looked between him and Steve. “What news?”

“Tonight we shall be going out!” Thor boomed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and drinking it in one gulp.

“Going out where?” Bucky inquired.

“To an establishment known to Midgardians as a ‘strip club.’”

“Dammit Thor!” Tony groaned. “The plan was to tell him it was just a regular bar and he would find out about the stripping once we got there.”

“My apologies. I figured it would be best to just tell him.”

Bucky let out a deep breath. “I am definitely  not  going in that case.”

“No, you are going.” Tony downed his drink before starting to make another. “And that is final.”

“You really have no choice in this. Sorry bud.” Steve shot his friend an apologetic look. “Believe me, I am very much against this decision myself. But maybe it’s time we try something new.”

“But Steve,” Bucky protested, “you and I are both too old fashioned for this.”

“Well now it’s time to welcome you guys to the new fashion.” Tony raised his glass. “Isn’t your buddy Sam around?”

“No. He’s out of town visiting his sister and nephews.” Bucky sighed. 

“It does not matter!” Thor boomed and walked over to Bucky clapping an arm around his stiff shoulders. “Tonight we shall finally celebrate our victories like men and feast our eyes!’

Leave it to Beavers

Steve groaned as the four of them walked across the parking lot to the club’s entrance. “I really shouldn’t be here. I’m supposed to be the star spangled man.”

“Stop being an old lady, Rogers. Just keep the glasses on and you’ll be good.” Tony took a chug from his flask as they made their way to the entrance.

“I am quite excited about this!” Thor grinned. “I have always wondered what these Migardian establishments are like. I should have brought my hammer for the maidens to admire.”

“Steve, you will be Stanley. Grumplestilskin, you’ll just be Bucky. And you, Point Break, will be… we’ll figure it out later.”  

“Aren’t they gonna ask for ID’s?” Steve swallowed and adjusted the thick framed glasses on his face as they approached the entrance.

“Don’t worry I have it all taken care of,” the billionaire winked as he snuck another sip of one of the many flasks of liquor he had hidden in his jacket.

Tony got insulted when the bouncer asked for ID and of course made a fuss until the owner from the club came over. “Holy shit, Stark is that you?!”

“Charlie! My man!” Tony greeted the owner with a big hug.

“Where the hell have you been?! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Just saving the world, doing Pilates, the usual stuff.” He turned to the three other men accompanying him. “Just giving a much overdo dude’s night out for these guys. They’ve never been to a gentlemen's club before and figured I’d show them the best.”

“Absolutely. Come on in!”

Much to Steve and Bucky’s surprise, the atmosphere was actually neat and fancy. The place was big and decorated with chandeliers, sitting booths and lots of mirrors. Music boomed through the speakers and there were flashing lights all around. There were multiple stages throughout the club, each with a pole on them. There was a center main stage that had the bar wrapped around it. And on each stage were beautiful women of every shape, every size and every color wearing close to nothing in their flattering ‘outfits’. 

The owner, Charlie, gave them one of the better tables that overlooked the main stage while still allowing glimpses of all the others. 

Thor sat down with the biggest smile on his face while Bucky and Steve were visibly uncomfortable and averted their gazes from the practically naked women around them.

“So, old timers, what do you think?” 

Two pairs of wide eyes looked around the club, stiffly surveying the foriegn environment they found themselves in. There was a group of men who looked like they worked construction sitting at the table by them. One of them was in the process of having his face smashed by a huge set of obviously enhanced boobs belonging to a giggling redhead.

“Isn’t this something that should be done in a more private and intimate setting?” Steve shifted in his seat, blushing furiously. 

“You have no idea how much voyeurism is trending, uncle Sam I am.” 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually wish Sam was here,” Bucky admitted. As much as Sam irritated the hell out of him, he still managed to somehow make Bucky feel less tense at times. 

“Stop being so glum. Didn’t they have strip clubs back then? Or peep shows, whatever you called them? I’m sure we’d be able to get poodle skirts involved if necessary.”

“This almost reminds me of Asgard,” Thor mused as he blissfully stared at the beautiful dark skinned dancer on one of the stages wearing a thong and sparkly nipple pasties. “Except it is far too dark, the music is a bit obnoxious, and these fair maidens are too overdressed.”

“Overdressed?” Steve raised his brows. “You mean compared to  this ?”

“Damn…” Tony mused wistfully. “Can we actually arrange a trip for me to visit Ass Guard?”

“ Asguard .”

“Whatever. Anyway, you need to take me there someday.”

“Gladly, my friend.” Thor beamed and wrapped an arm around Steve and smiled at Bucky kindly. “You would all be welcome to my kingdom. But I must admit I am not so sure as to what purpose the spears are for.”

“Spears?” Steve looked around. “I’m pretty sure there are no weapons allowed here.”

“The ones on each platform that these maidens seem so fond of.”

“That my friend is called a stripper pole,” the billionaire informed the demigod, “and apart from the wheel it’s one of the greatest things ever invented.”

“I really don’t think we should be here,” Bucky muttered and looked at Steve who nodded in agreement. 

“Seriously. We should leave.”

“Nonsense!” Thor boomed. “We only just got here.” 

Right on cue their round of drinks was brought to their table. 

“Alright guys!” Tony held up his drink. “To our first official dudes night out—let us be drunk and see some ass and titties!” 

“You know Bucky and I can’t get drunk right?” Steve mentioned after they clunk all their glasses. “It’s physically impossible for us because of the super soldier serum.”

“Unfortunately,” Bucky grumbled. If there was any time he’d rather be mentally incapacited, now would be it.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Thor shot Tony a look which he returned with a smirk.

“Whatever you say.” Steve shrugged as he chugged half his beer. 

“Okay, let’s talk business.” Tony put the flask back in his pocket. “So the game plan is to get Mr. Dismal as many private lapdances as possible.” 

Bucky objected and eventually they compromised on just getting one dance, which Stark begrudgingly agreed with. 

“Oh my god!” A high pitched voice yelled. “Tony is that you?”

“Yvette, darling!” Tony beamed as a tall dancer with curly blonde hair wearing a red lacy garment came over to him. They embraced and she sat on his lap facing away from the other men.

“Are you up for your usual?”

“All in good time my dear. First we gotta get my brooding buddy taken care of.”

“Oh yeah?” Yvette turned around on Tony’s lap, her breasts completely on display.

The drink Bucky was holding in his bionic hand shattered in his fist.

A few shrieks and gasps erupted from nearby dancers and other patrons who heard the glass break.

“It’s okay, it’s okay everyone!” Tony waved his hand over for a server who promptly came over and swept it up. “Don’t mind him. He’s a veteran. Just got back from his tour in Iraq so he gets a little nervous from flashy lights.

“Oh of course.” Yvette smiled at the former soldier kindly. “Thank you for your service.”

Bucky nodded and muttered a ‘you’re welcome’ while still averting his gaze from the practically nude woman and chugged the rest of his beer.

“Aww he’s shy isn’t he?”

“Just not used to seeing so many beautiful women, ma’am.” Steve smiled kindly, taking another sip of his beer. “We’ve never been to this sort of establishment before.”

“Oh my god! Tony, you didn’t tell me you were bringing us newbies!” She turned to Thor. “What about you big guy?”

“I have!” Thor boomed with pride. “Not from this realm at least, but similar.”

“Well I’ll make sure the girls all give you a proper welcome. Hey ladies! Look who it is!”

There was a series of wails of excitement as a swarm of dancers came over to their table immediately crowding Tony.

Bucky and Steve choked on their drinks at all the exposed bottoms and boobs of every size, every shape and every color  in risque outfits that were now surrounding their table. 

“Tony! I’ve missed you!”

“You look so good Tony!”

“Why did you never call me back?”

“You still owe me a ride in your Lamborghini.”

“We’ve missed you soo much!”

“Oh my god Tony! Where have you been?” 

“Saving the world, you know the usual.” The billionaire shrugged as he wrapped his arms around Yvette and another dancer that joined a set on his lap. “But now I’m taking the night off with a few buddies of mine.”

“They’ve never been here before!” Yvette smiled brightly. 

The group of dancers immediately swarmed over the four men. One of the dancers tried sitting on Bucky’s lap to which Steve quickly interjected upon seeing the look of absolute panic on his friend's face.

Thor gladly received the majority of the girls’ attention due to his mansome muscles and large stature and his charming deep accent. 

“And who are you?” the petite blonde who introduced herself as ‘Candy’ asked as she joined another dancer in sitting on the Asgardian’s lap.

“I am glad you asked,” Thor said with a large and proud grin on his face,“for I am the great and mighty-”

“Theodore,” Stark quickly interrupted, ignoring the demigod’s shocked look of disdain. “His name is Theodore.” 

Both Steve and Bucky choked on their drinks, spilling some as they fought and failed to suppress their laughter.

“Theodore, huh?” Candy giggled as she ran her hand up his muscular chest. “That’s  such an adorable name for someone so big and muscly.”

While Thor and Tony, even Steve a little, chatted with the group of scantly clothed dancers, Bucky sat rigid in his seat. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what he saw. In this situation the James Buchanan Barnes back in his youth would be grinning ear to ear, easily conversing and charming these beautiful women, aching with desire. But 90 years later he sat there, frozen as a frostbite, contending with these feelings and emotions that had become a long distant memory. 

All of this. It just reminded him of who he no longer was. He missed being that person so much. But now everything was too overwhelming.

“ Ladies! ” To Bucky’s relief, a heavy set older man with grey hair stormed over and gave the girls a lecture about neglecting the other patrons at the bar. 

Thor grumbled and shot Stark a glare as the group of women walked away from their table. “Why did you do that?”

“Do  what , ‘Mr. Big and Muscly’?”

“Appoint me such a puny Midgardian name.”

“We agreed to lay low and not reveal ourselves as the Avengers tonight.”

“But why ‘Theodore’? ‘Tis an unsuitable name for a man of my stature.”

“You know what?” Steve said after taking another drink and blinking a few times. “I’m actually starting to feel something.”

“A boner?” Tony smirked. “Join the club cap, everyone is bound to get one when they come here.”

“No! Not that… I mean, I’m starting to feel a little… floaty… and happy… more relaxed.”

“I think that means you’re getting drunk dude.” Bucky raised a brow, finally able to take a breath and relax now that it was just the four of them at the table again. 

“No! I mean… I can’t get drunk cuz of the whole cell regeneration.”

“I don’t know, some things might be possible.” Tony shot Thor a look and they both exchanged a smile.

“No no nooo it’s literally impossible for me to get drunk! Trust me I tried to when I thought you were a goner.” Steve pouted and turned to the man who’d practically become his brother. “I was soooo sad that day.”

“Relax, buddy.” Bucky patted his friend on the back with an amused look on his face. “That was in the past, let’s not dwell on it.”

“Damn Thor, I’m really impressed it’s actually working.”

“Of course it works, metal man! No mortals are immune to the power of Asguardian beer.” 

“Wait.” Steve removed his arm from Bucky and sat straight up in his seat. “You  drugged me?!” 

Bucky burst out in a fit of laughter at the whole revelation of the situation. 

“It’s not like we roofied you or anything, cap.” Tony shrugged.

“Oh my god!” Steve giggled. “I haven't been drunk since that time Bucky and I-“

Steve rambled about a bunch of various stories, reminiscing on all the good times they had back in the day and all the crazy things they used to do. And for the first time since walking into this club, Bucky began to enjoy himself a little. It was nice to see this new side of Steve and it made him cherish their friendship even more. 

“Oh my god! Buck you need to have some of this-”

“No, no, no.” Tony quickly blocked the drink Steve was about to hand to Bucky. “ Absolutely  not.”

“Are you serious?” Thor raised a brow. “Both men deserve to indulge in the glory of my Asguardian beer.” 

“Yeah but I don’t trust Jarhead here to consume any type of outer world inebriating substances.” 

“Why not, Mr. Stark?” Steve groaned. “The whole point of tonight was for him to let loose and have a good time. You’re being a party pooper.” 

“True, but I don’t trust Time Bomb here drunk.” The billionaire turned to the former winter soldier. “I mean, you did kill my parents afterall—which all is forgiven.” Tony quickly put his hand up to prevent Bucky from protesting. “Kinda. Not really.”

“Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes and put down his drink. “We’ve been through this a million times; you  know it wasn’t his fault-”

“Yes yes yes. ‘HYDRA made him do it,’ ‘yada yada,’ I get it. But I certainly don’t want to risk any of the brainwashing coming back to light and end up with a killing spree.”

“I actually agree with Stark on this one.” Bucky nodded, letting out a sigh. “I’m already a danger enough as it is-”

“Goddammit Barnes!” Tony groaned and clapped an arm over Bucky’s shoulders. “What did we agree on? No gloomy business outta you. Cheer up and look at the tits on Destiny over there. Actually, I think they might be new.”

“Guys. Come on.” Bucky shook his arm off him. “Isn’t this a little excessive?”

“I’m actually starting to enjoy myself,” Steve slurred as he ogled the dancer on one of the side stages. “Everyone’s so nice. And pretty.”

“There we go now he’s getting it!” Tony grinned and turned to Bucky. “So, Sergeant Barnes. Tell me which of these fine specimens captures your eye?”

Bucky lowered his eyes to his beer and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Uhhhh…”

“Times up.” Tony rolled his eyes and turned to Steve. “What was his type, cap?”

“Bucky didn’t really have a type. He’d go for any dame with visible ankles.”

“Was I really that bad?” 

“The last time we saw each other before I finally got enlisted, you took two girls dancing.”

“You took two ladies dancing?” Thor perked up. “By yourself?” 

“Oh yeah he did! And I’m sure you did more than dance?” Steve wiggled his brows and nudged his friend who smirked. 

“For the record we were all supposed to go dancing, but you bailed out last minute.” Bucky chuckled, feeling that pleasant memory wash over him. 

“Well that certainly narrows it down.” Tony rolled his eyes before ordering another round of shots to a passing bouncer. “Let’s start with the easiest, yet most objectiving factor: body type. Now tell me; before becoming Mr. Celibate were you an ass or tits kinda guy?”

“That’s so degrading-”

“Boobs!” Steve yelled out. “Bucky loved loved loved  loved  boobs!”

“Okay, perfect! Real or enhanced?”

“Real,” both Bucky and Steve said at the same time. 

“I for one have always been fond of a woman’s bosom myself.” Thor mused looking at the beautiful darked skinned dancer on stage. “However there is nothing like seeing a woman with a nicely curved backside.”

“Boom: major shot points for Point Break over here!” Tony exclaimed. “I have always been an ass man myself. Always need a cushion for the pushin’.’”

“A cushion for the pushing?” Thor furrowed his brows. “I do not understand.”

“Sure you do, Point Break! It’s when you have her bent over and you’re slamming her from-”

“Tony!” Steve dramatically covered his ears.

“What? I’m just trying to educate this big guy right here on some of Earth’s vernacular.”

“Oh! I see what you mean, metal man. So the cushion is the woman’s bottom when you thrust forward-” 

“Alright that’s enough!” Steve interjected. “He gets the point, no need to explain any further.”

“Jesus, Rogers,  you’re such a prude. I think you’re the one who’s gonna need a dance.” 

“I’m up for it!” Bucky perked up, thrilled that the attention wasn’t on him for once. “I think that’s a great idea, Steve.”

“Neee-ope!” The all American man giggled and wrapped an arm around Bucky’s shoulders. “This night isn’t about me it’s about you.”

“I agree with the scruffy man, I think it would be a noble gesture.”

“What could possibly be noble about it, Thor?”

“Think of it as a noble gesture and testing the waters for us before jumping in with the sharks.”

“Yes Steve, what Thor said.” Bucky grinned. “Think of it as a special mission.”

“Hmm…” Steve traced his chin with his fingers. “Well since you put it that way…”

“Alright! One lapdance coming up for Uncle Sam!” Tony turned and called over a dancer in a green thong. 

About ten minutes later, the Star Spangled Man walked back to the table, blushing and smiling. His face a pure shade of scarlett.

“What is the verdict?” Thor eagerly asked.  

“It was…” Steve sat down and took a drink. “It was very… interesting.”

“Interesting in what way?” Bucky scooted closer to Steve, wanting to hear the details.

“Did she get completely naked?” Thor prodded. 

“No. I mean, well, not completely. She took off everything except for her… uh, thong.” Steve gave the men a brief overview and summary of the dance, commenting on how sweet the dancer was the whole time and easy to talk to. “She also did this thing where she was on my lap but had her hands on the ground while her legs were spread on either side of my head-”

“I want one!” Thor boomed. 

“As do I,” Tony muttered as he pulled out some cash and slid it over to the men. “Give me about thirty minutes to catch up on dances I owe these ladies and we will reconvene. Feel free to treat yourselves to some until then.”

Forty-five minutes later…

“Alright!” Tony sat back down, wiping some lipstick off his cheek. “So, who got dances while I was gone? And I already know Grumplestilskin didn’t get any.”

“I got three!” Thor smiled. “Well, four if you include the second maiden that was also present for one of the songs. Rogers over here got another.”

A flash of neon caught Bucky’s eye drawing his attention away from the conversation. He looked over and observed a dancer who was wearing a neon yellow gown, with a long slit that came up to her thigh. Her hair was dark along with her eyes and she wore red lipstick which complimented her features. 

Every part of her seemed to glow. 

He couldn’t get a good look at her without craning his head over the crowded bar, so he paid no mind.

“Okay, let’s get back on track for you, Barnes: so far we are looking for someone who is not too petite and skinny. Someone who has meat on her bones and an incredible rack.” Tony counted each quality on his fingers. “That narrows it down a little because according to my calculations, there seems to be more smaller women as opposed to curvy ones. What kind of personality are we going for?”

“Uhhhh….”

“Stacey over there will literally laugh at everything you say. I’m not even kidding—she laughed when I told her about my heart condition”

“That doesn’t sound appealing at all,” Steve commented.

“He needs someone who is not dim witted, someone smart and relatively easy to converse with,” Thor chimed in. “A lady who is strong, fierce, kind, and not easily offended. Also someone with a good sense of humor.”

“Great thinking, god of thunder!” Tony raised his glass to the Asguardian. 

“What makes you think I would offend them?” Bucky furrowed his brows. “I’ve barely spoken three words since we got here.” 

“Um hello? Have you seen yourself? Your stoic mopey demeanor would offend an attendant at a gas station.”

“This is true, Buck,” Steve concurred. “Definitely someone who is nice but more thick skinned.”

“And now let's welcome on stage the lovely Aurora!”  The DJ's voice echoed through the speakers in the room, making Bucky look over at the main stage.

There she was, the girl in neon making her way on the stage with a bright smile on her face, head held high as she placed one hand on the pole. She wasn’t skinny like most of the other dancers but she wasn’t large. Just somewhere in between with curves.

“Am I seeing things or did someone finally catch Scruffy McScruffscruff’s eye?” Tony commented before all the men turned to the center stage. 

“That quite a bright outfit!” Thor commented as he observed the luminescent yellow halter gown glowing in the dim room. 

“She’s cute,” Steve affirmed with a smile while glancing at his lifelong friend.

Aurora,  Bucky thought.  Like the northern lights.

The opening drum beats of what sounded like a rock song boomed through the club as well as a shredding guitar. 

“Oh my god YES!” Tony put away his flask. “That’s what I’m talking about! FINALLY someone with good taste in music.” 

“You know this song?” Steve asked. “What is it?”

“Jesus Christ,” Tony rolled his eyes, “you are all so uncultured. It’s called ‘Icky Thump’ by The White Stripes. Absolute classic.”

“Seems like an unsuitable choice for this setting.” Thor took another drink. “I do not see how one can dance to this while taking off clothes.” 

“I’m sure she’s got something in mind,” Steve perked up with interest.

The neon dancer on stage gripped the pole in both hands as she moved her hips to the melody, bending forward as a male singer echoed the ridiculous lyrics from the speakers:

Yah-hee, icky thump

Who'd-a thunk?

Sittin' drunk

On a wagon to Mexico

She curved her back forward and flicked back her dark hair while arching her spine at the drum beat as she stood straight up and began her sensual walk around the pole. Bright tall pink heels glowing around the stage as she did a few fan kicks and pirouettes throughout the first three verses, doing a spin around the pole.

So I gave a drink of water

I'm gonna sing around the collar

Well, I don't need a microphone

The dancer stood still as the guitar rift to the chorus started and began jamming out as soon as the drums kicked in. She did a long step around the pole, spinning around before hooking one of her legs behind the pole and lifting herself up before landing on her knees. With slinky movements she bent forward and rested her chest on stage before curling her flexible spine and doing a few side to side speedbums with her rear in the air before doing a spin back up to her feet. 

She quickly gripped the trail of her gown and swung it over her waist revealing a doubled neon thong which emphasized her sizable rear before giving it a smack before climbing up the pole. As soon as the chorus came on again, she wrapped her legs around the pole before laying back, with her feet over head, holding herself up with her thighs. She then slowly pulled the gown down over her head before tossing it to the side. The crowd cheered as she revealed the matching neon top, formed like a sexy bikini and sensually ran her hands down her sides, and over her breasts, squeezing them as she closed her eyes before running her fingers through her hair. 

Balls of crumpled ones began getting tossed on stage. She lifted herself up with her strong torso and gripped the pole in one hand while the other gripped the pole beneath her bum as she sat back and unashamedly spread her legs while she held herself up giving the crowd the perfect sight of her legs spread. Which of course, caused more dollars to be thrown on stage. 

She did a few more tricks on the pole including individual leg hands as the chorus continued before finally lowering herself on the ground. 

Bucky watched as she moved around on stage with such grace and enthusiasm before doing another hook around the pole and landing on her knees, did a graceful roll over her shoulder before landing on her hands and knees again. The crowd roared as she did individual buttcheek twerks to the base of the drum. 

Once the first song was over, she stood up and gave an adorable shy smile, thanking everyone and getting into the next position before the opening beats of the next song boomed on the speakers. 

An excited cheer roared from a bunch of dancers who were walking around and sitting at all the various tables throughout the club.

“OH MY GOD!” Tony exclaimed. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I haven’t heard this song since the early 2000’s!”

“Is this an old song?” Steve asked.

Now this one the dancer truly let herself go and had a blast with it, jamming to the music. Smiling and laughing and cheering on the crowd, interacted with the enthused audience. While playfully mouthing the lyrics:

I may run and hide

When you're screamin' my name, alright

She opened her eyes, grinned and stepped around the pole swaying her hips at the beats after that line before continuing her playful walk-arounds the pole. 

But let me tell you now

There are prices to fame, alright

All of our time spent in flashes of light

She did another long step around, doing a back hook on the pole as money rained on the stage.

She pirouetted around the pole, resting her back on it and looking around the audience. She happened to catch Bucky’s eye and winked as she lowered the cups of her bikini top, exposing her full and large breasts, pushed up from the underwires of her top, making his throat dry at the sight of them.

“Yup, they’re real.” Tony confirmed as he took a swig from his flask. “Definitely real.”

“They most certainly are,” Steve awed. 

She then went a step further, running her hands down her sides, over her thighs, before sliding them up and cupping her breasts, squeezing them as she closed her eyes and toyed with her nipples, inflaming the cheers of the crowd.

This made Bucky twitch  in his seat and a tingling feeling shot through his belly. There was something so erotic in her touching herself.

She opened her eyes, grinned and stepped around the pole swaying her hips at the beats before continuing her playful walk-arounds and eventually taking off her top completely.

After doing a fan-kick and a twist around the pole, she got on her hands and knees again, twerking her hips, bouncing that glowing rear of hers up and down, unashamed as the skin on her cheeks rippled when she pressed her chest flat to the ground, shaking it with the beats.

As the song continued, she kept dancing with such vigor and playful enthusiasm. Smiling at the crowd and cheering them on as the whole bar began jamming to the beat. It was obvious she was having an absolute blast on stage as her cheeks scrunched from her big smile that stayed on her face even when she wasn’t facing the audience. And how she would make eye contact with everyone in the audience playfully gesturing her hands to cheer them on, almost acting like a goofball. The whole room was practically dancing to that throwback.

“I think we have a winner here.” Thor smirked and reached over giving Bucky a playful nudge.

His favorite part, aside from when she danced on her hands and knees and did her body rolls, was when she removed her top and kept dancing around the stage, even without the pole, dancing around in nothing but her thong with no care in the world and just having a blast with it.

By no means was she “cover on a magazine model” status but she truly was stunning. Her frame was exceptional and her face adorable and something about her thick thighs drew him in. The energy she brought on stage was contagious.

There was something different and genuine about her. Authentic and unique. A non-copy.

Bucky even cracked a smile during her routine without realizing it.

“FINALLY! An expression other than dismal from ‘Sir. Pouts-Alot.” Tony grinned and clapped him on his.

“How do we get her attention?” Bucky asked as he turned to the billionaire after she finished her performance and left the main stage.

“She will make her way around the bar like the other dancers, collecting tips for her set and when she comes to our table we will ask her for a private 45 minute dance with you.” Tony took another swig of his flask.

Over the next half hour the gang occupied themselves with watching more scandalous performances by the other dancers and chatting with others as they passed by their table.  

Bucky scanned the crowd looking for a flash of neon. His brows furrowed when he spotted her standing at the bar with a group of blatantly intoxicated men. Aurora had what appeared to be a distressed look on her face while interacting with an older man in a suit and tie. It looked like they were in some sort of disagreement and she was trying to cut the conversation short but kept being prevented by the group of men the guy was with who seemed to surround her.

“Uh oh,” Steve slurred, “I know that look. What’s going on now?”

“It looks like she’s in trouble.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony turned around before waving a hand in dismissal. “It looks like just some old horny guys trying to bargain for services that include more than private dancing.”

Bucky’s fists clenched at the thought of drunk grimy men trying to solicit the adorable dancer. “We should help.” 

“Relax, Grumplestilskin. It happens all the time with her line of work. I’m sure she’s fine.”

The dancer then threw up her arms in exasperation while her mouth kept moving. She turned around to leave but one of the men grabbed a hold of her arm and yanked her back.

Bucky instantly stood from his seat. Tony jumped up and placed his hands on his shoulders. “No no no,  you stay out of this-”

“But he’s harassing her!”

“I think the scruffy man is right,” Thor also stood up and Steve followed suit. “The lady looks like she is in need of aid.”

“Oh come on guys! The last thing we need right now is a showdown in a  strip club .”

“Let go of me!” They heard her shout from across the room.

“The damsel is in distress!” Thor boomed and the demi god jumped forward doing a barrel roll over the table next to them sending glasses crashing on the floor and patrons and dancers shrieking before landing on his feet and racing towards the commotion with Steve on his heels.

Bucky made to join but Tony blocked him, keeping his hands on his shoulders shoving him back. “Dammit Barnes! Let  them handle this-”

There was a sudden crash and they looked just in time to see the dancer’s fist collide in the man’s face with an audible crack as his head turned from the impact. This elicited a series of gasps and “ oohs” from bystanders.

“Damn!” Bucky and Tony gaped at the same time. 

“Fuck you motherfucker!” Aurora shrieked.

“Unhand that maiden!” There was another crash as Thor pounced on the man easily tackling him to the ground with a loud thud.

“You fucking bitch!” One of the other men in the group made to attack her, a raised bottle in hand. Steve blocked him and grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him over the bar causing the man to land on a stage and hit the back of his head on a pole.

“I’ll fucking kill you you piece of shit.” The infuriated dancer ran to the guy Thor had detained in a headlock. 

Steve grabbed her from behind to prevent her from attacking the guy. “Hey hey hey! It’s okay.” He tried calming her as she struggled against him. Bright pink heels flailed in the air as she kicked her legs. 

“Well, she definitely fits the criteria for strong,” Tony commented across the room as they watched a bouncer approach the scene, exchange a few words, before kicking out the group of rowdy men from the club. “Then again she already checked that box when she was on the pole.” 

Bucky was relieved that the dancer seemed okay but felt a twinge of jealousy that he wasn’t the one who had come to her defense. Seeing her chatting and laughing with his lifelong friend and a literal god of muscle made his blood boil. 

Panic shot through him when Steve pointed at him across the room and Bucky ducked his head and sat down when she turned and looked in his direction before her gaze caught his.

“What did you say to her?” Bucky asked in a tight voice when the two 'heroes’ eventually returned to the table. 

“Only good things buddy.” Steve let out a wicked grin as he sat down.

“The lady will be joining us shortly!” Thor chugged the rest of his midgardian beer after he sat down and motioned for the server. “Another!”

“Excellent!” Tony reached into his jacket and pulled out a large wad of $20’s. 

Another 30 minutes later.

“Hey there!” 

The men looked over to see the dancer in the neon gown walk over to them. 

Tony instantly stood up clapping his hands. “Bravo my dear bravo! Both for the dance set and the knock out!” He reached into his jacket after she sat down and handed her a large wad of $50’s. “This is from all of us, no need to take your top off again, unless you want to. What drink will you be having, darling?”

“Would a Long Island be too much?” She smiled and sat down on the chair Steve pulled out for her so she was sitting between Tony and Bucky. 

“Not at all! I’m sure you need it after that encounter.” Tony called over a server and put in another round of drinks. “Do you drink tequila, dear?”

“Absolutely.”

One of the strippers who got a dance with Thor named Tempest came over, massive tits bouncing, giving Aurora high five. “Nice one girl! Much better aim since the last one.”

“Wait? You’ve done that before?” Steve gaped.

“You should’ve seen the bloody nose she gave a few months ago.”

“Tempest please,” Aurora blushed, “don’t give them the impression that I’m a violent person. I just have strict boundaries.” 

“Well, let’s take a round of shots to that,” Tony cheered as the table’s round of drinks and shots were served to them. 

Tony put down his glass after taking another shot, “Sweetheart, you have reawoken my appreciation for 90’s boybands.”

“Right?! Isnt it such a great song!?” Her bright smile beamed with excitement.

While the rest of the table drank and chatted, Bucky remained taciturn in nature as he took in her appearance now that she was up close and next to him through stealthy side glances at her profile. Her features were soft and delicately structured and he noticed there was a subtle bump on the bridge of her otherwise small nose. The silver hoops of her cartilage piercings along the shell of her ear glinted in the light. There was no sculpted space between her chin and her neck yet the side of her jaw was well defined. 

“Your friend is quiet.” Aurora gestured towards Bucky who tried keeping his gaze hidden under the bill of his hat. 

“Well, believe it or not you’re the only one who seemed to capture his interest.” Steve gave Bucky a nudge.

“Oh really? Should I be honored or something?” She smirked and looked at him. 

Bucky looked up and for the first time since she joined their table they made eye contact. Now he could see that her eyes were dark and big. 

“Grumplestilskin, stop staring and go over to the bouncer in front of the back rooms and hand him this.” Tony reached over handing Bucky cash. “Tell him you would like a champagne court with Miss Aurora and he will give you a ticket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at Tony before he took the cash, relieved to be leaving the table before getting up and doing what the billionaire instructed.

“Now listen here, darling.” Tony scooted closer to the dancer and snuck her an extra wad of cash. “Scruffy McScruff Scruff over there hasn’t interacted with a woman in a while and it’s certainly been ages since he’s seen a naked pair of boobs, and exquisite ones at that.”

Aurora blushed, shifted in her seat and muttered a thanks for his compliment.

“He’s very prude and old fashioned so I would like you to show him a good time.”

“Excuse me?” The dancer raised a brow. “I’m not sucking his dick if that’s where you’re getting at-”

“No no no no no no nooooo!” Steve slurred. “We were not implying that at all.”

“It better not be. If you’re looking to proposition anyone to blow your friend I’d get a dance with Candy-”

“I understand, sweetheart. From what I’ve gathered you are a no nonsense autonomous woman and I 100% respect that. I apologized for giving you the wrong impression.”

“Apology accepted, Mr. Stark. Go on.”

“I just don’t want any sitting down or chatting business. I want him to cooperate and get a dance. Chances are he’s gonna offer you his jacket but please don’t be offended.”  

***

Red seemed to be the theme color of the room the bouncer led them to after sliding open a red curtain. There was a large comfy looking plushy couch as well as a loveseat in the corner. The room had a light glow to it from a fake fireplace on the wall with artificial dancing flames of fire.

“Alrighty then.” Aurora walked past him.

Bucky stood there observing her movements as she sat down on a chair and began to take off her bright pink high heels. Now that she was in close proximity to him he could make out more details—her build wasn’t thin, neither was it large but right down the middle with a thin waist, thick thighs and a muscular frame. 

“You can sit down and make yourself comfortable.” Her fingernails were unpainted as she held up her glass and took a drink.

The pulse of his pounding heart thudded in his ears as he slowly sat down on the red couch provided against the wall opposite of the ‘fireplace.’ His fingers twitched, every muscle in his body rigid.

He knew what lap dances entailed of thanks to Stark: a sensual dry humping and teasing, as he put it. Steve also had a similar description to give him.

“Ah, that’s much better,” the dancer sighed as she finished taking off her heels and stretched her feet a little before standing up. He noticed they were small and one of them had a tattoo of a  dragonfly on it. 

He bit his lip and kept looking to the side as she made her way to him, drink in hand. Focusing on the lamp then shifting the fake fireplace that glowed on the far wall

“You know, usually guys come back here to actually look at the dancer.”

There was a pop in his ears as he swallowed and glanced in her direction.

“Just chill, dude. Relax. You can take off your jacket if you want.”

“Do you want it?” He finally looked up at her and quickly began unzipping it.

“Really?” The dancer snorted. “Your rich friend told me this might happen.”

“He told you what might happen?”

“That you would offer me your jacket to cover myself up. You know, I’ve given a lot of awkward dances, but this is the first time someone has asked me to put on clothes.”

“I just wasn’t sure if you were cold-”

“Uh huh. Sure. I guess my body is too disgusting for you to look at up close.”

“No! That’s not it at all.. I mean your body is…” Unable to speak he licked his lip before biting it, catching her gaze with wide eyes. “I’m just… old fashioned and I’ve never had one of these before.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Bucky.”

“Hm. That’s an interesting one. Well this is how it works, Bucko. First, I’m gonna finish my drink so I can feel less awkward in this situation.” With that, she took another gulp. “Then I’m gonna put on some music, do some slinky moves while removing articles of clothing and eventually I’ll be sitting on your lap and most likely rubbing against your hard on, if you have one that is. And all the while your pants will stay on, buckled, buttoned and zippered.”

“Has that ever been an issue?”

“Oh it has. Last time a guy tried whipping his junk out during a dance I nearly took his eye out.”

“Did that really happen?” The former soldier straightened up his spine.

“Oh yeah, you’d be surprised how many times guys try to solicit us. Some dancers here will give ‘specials’ as I’m sure your rich friend knows very well. I, however, am not one of them and don't offer such services.”

“Isn’t there someone trained to prevent that?”

“Yeah, there’s hidden cameras in the rooms security is supposed to always watch and interfere when needed. But usually if there’s a problem the situation is already handled by the time they arrive in my case.”

This got the corner of his lip to raise, respecting her transparency. “I have no problem imagining that after seeing how you handled that bastard at the bar.”

“Ah, so you saw that?” Aurora raised a brow and took a sip of water. “And yet you still were brave enough to request a dance from me.”

Aurora stretched out her arms before resting one on on the arm rest to her right, leaning her head against her hand, cleavage pressed together making his fingers flex and extend in his gloves. 

“So what’s your story?”

“I don’t…” he paused, “I don’t know.”

“Well that’s a great icebreaker,” Aurora snorted and took another drink. “It’s gonna be a long 45 minutes in that case. At least some conversation will help if you’re too spooked out to get a dance.”

“I used to know how to talk to girls when I was younger. A long time ago.” 

“Well it can’t be that long, you don’t look too old to me.” 

“You’d be surprised.” He stared down at his gloved hands

“Well, why can’t you talk to girls now? I mean, you seem respectful as far as I can tell. Plus you’re a good looking dude.”

There was a light fluttering in his chest from her compliment. “Because I’m not… I’m not the same person I was back then.”

“Damn you make it sound like that was decades ago.”

“It definitely feels like it.”

“What happened to make you change?”

Bucky paused, chewed the inside of his cheek before answering. “War.”

The expression on her face softened and she straightened up in her seat. “Your heroic friend Stan mentioned something about you both being in the army.”

He swallowed. “We were.”

“And that you both fought together.” 

“We did. I can’t… it’s complicated.”

“Try me. What feels the most complicated?”

“I have a hard time remembering things.”

“Like what happened while you were on duty?”

“No. Unfortunately I remember a lot of those. It’s the before I don’t remember.” He sighed and wiped his mouth. “All the years of fighting. It changed me. Who I was. Who I am.”

“Trauma changes people. Believe me, I know. And I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of terrible things.”

“And did terrible things.” Bucky’s breath caught in his throat before he cleared it with a cough. “There’s so many horrible things I’ve done. That’s what haunts me the most. I just wish I could take it all back.”

“Well I’m sure you didn’t have a choice at the time.”

Flashes of HYDRA securing him in the chair and shoving the mouthguard between his teeth coursed through him. Bucky swallowed and stared at his gloved hands. “There is always a choice.”

“Are you seeking any treatment for your PTSD?”

Bucky looked up at the dancer sitting next to him.

“You know, post traumatic stress disorder.”

“How do you know about PTSD?”

“Believe it or not, some dancers have had a formal education. Also I have some experience with it.”

Bucky sat up straighter and rested his arm on the back of the couch.  “You have PTSD?”

She nodded. “Not anywhere near the same extreme as yours, but yes, I do.”

“Were you in the army?”

“No. I had a roommate who was. But I was never in the army. My PTSD is different from yours.” 

“Did something traumatic happen to you?”

“Yes. I… I have a lot of deep rooted trauma.”

“From what?”

The muscles in her neck lightly tightened as she swallowed and lowered her eyes to his chin. “I’d rather not get into it right now. Anyway,” Aurora took a drink of water and waved her hand, changing the topic. “Do you like reading?”

“It’s one of my favorite things to do.”

“Really?” Those big dark eyes perked up. “I’m a bookworm myself! What do you like to read?”

“History mostly, as of late.”

“Nice! Have you ever heard of the book Slaughterhouse Five  by Kurt Vonnegut?”

“No, I haven’t. What’s it about?”

“It’s an antiwar book based on Vonnegut’s life and experiences when he was taken prisoner by the enemy while serving in World War II-”

“So was I!”

She looked at him with a raised brow. “You were in World War II?”

Bucky cursed himself for his slip up and struggled to recover. “I mean… I, uh, I was also taken prisoner while I was in—Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “So is it a memoir?”

“Kinda… It’s hard to explain because Vonnegut breaks a lot of the norms of contemporary literature.” She let out a chuckle. “I mean there’s elements of sci fi and aliens. It’s a satire so there’s a lot of dark humor in it but it’s so on point. It’s very out there and eccentric but it’s one of my all time favorite books.”

“How is it ‘out there’?”

“I can’t tell you too much about it, I’m really bad with summaries cuz I’ll end up giving it all away.”

“No, thank you. I look forward to reading it. It sounds very intriguing.” 

“Yeah. There’s another great one I think you’d like. It’s also about World War II.”

“Actually let me write these down.” Bucky promptly pulled out a small notebook and pen from his jacket pocket, jotted down the first book she recommended before looking up. “Okay what’s the name of this one?”

“It’s called ‘Man’s Search For Meaning’ by Viktor Frankl. He was actually a Holocaust survivor. His book is more introspective and philosophical. It’s brilliant because he discusses his experiences with trauma through a pragmatic perspective and describes his own psychotherapeutic method of coping after being liberated from the concentration camps, which involved something like identifying a personal purpose in life and turning people’s sufferings into personal achievements. He was a doctor and psychiatrist. Definitely give that one a read, I think it will really help you.”

“I’m sure it will. Thank you so much.” Bucky finished jotting his notes before putting the notebook and pen back in his jacket pocket. 

“No problem.” She smiled with those small red lips. “So… tell me a little about yourself before you went to war.”

“I remember growing up with Stan in Brooklyn. Not all of it but more is coming back to me. He was so small back then.” The former soldier chuckled. “Like literally half his size, skinny and short.”

“Wait, back up.” The dancer held up a hand. “Your hot jacked friend who tossed a fully grown dude over the bar used to be tiny? That is literally impossible to imagine.”

A bitter taste filled his mouth and his fists clenched when she referred to Steve as “hot.” “Yeah. But even then he was still respectful and was never afraid of fighting for what he believed in.”

“He sounds like a great friend.”

“He’s the best man I know.” Bucky smiled to himself. “He’s the only one who stood by me even when no one else wanted anything to do with me.”

“I wish I had a friend like that.”

“Do you enjoy what you do here?” Bucky looked up at her, wanting to change the topic.

“Actually… yeah. I mean not the whole dealing with gross creepers part. It’s the dancing I love.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Those small red lips quirked into a smile. “I mean I already love hanging out at my apartment naked so the fact I can get paid for getting drunk and dancing on stage to music I enjoy, wearing fun sexy outfits, and not worrying about sticking to a certain routine is just awesome.”

“You looked like you were having an absolute blast on stage.”

“I was! I always do. It’s liberating. It’s a nice break. Especially after working 50 hour weeks in the ER.”

“You work in the medical field?”

“I do.” A proud grin spread on her face. “I graduated from X-ray school last year. I absolutely love it.”

His jaw practically dropped. “Wow. You are certainly full of surprises.”

“I’m not your typical stripper.”

“That’s for sure. Then why do you work here if you already have a full time job?”

“I only work at Beavers a few times a month to help pay off my student loans. Schooling is expensive in this country. I do admit, though, that I’ve been kinda over this whole stripping thing for a while. And it gets more tiring the more I work in the professional medical field where people treat me like someone who has an actual brain and not just some dumb gold digging bimbo who would do anything for money.” 

Aurora sighed and stretched her legs. “It’s exhausting, really, keeping up an act, pretending I’m stupid  and dealing with horny assholes instead of people who actually need help.” 

“What helps you get through it?”

The dancer smirked and held up her drink. “Lots of alcohol. We’re not supposed to get too drunk on the job but I can’t help it sometimes. It’s too much pressure and it makes it easier for me to interact with people because I’m awkward as fuck when I’m sober.”

“I can’t imagine you being awkward.” 

“You’d be surprised. Anyway, why do you wear gloves?” 

That was a question he always hated answering. “Um… they are…”

“Ohh…” Those big dark eyes softened. “Did something happen to them when you were on duty?”

Bucky was almost flabbergasted at how perceptive he was. He nodded. “I’m just not comfortable with strangers looking at them.”

“Well, it’s nothing you should be embarrassed about. I’m positive I’ve seen worse working in the hospital. But I understand if you’re not comfortable-“

A loud scrape of the rungs on the curtain rod swinging open made them both jump.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Tony Stark stumbled into the room, clearly drunk and struggling to keep his eyes open. “Um, why is she still wearing clothes?”

“Hey!” The dancer frowned. “You’re not allowed back here! How did you-“

“Charlie gave me permission to make sure Mr. Celibate here is using my money the way it’s intended.” The billionaire turned to Bucky who was wishing he could crawl somewhere deep inside himself to die. “Seriously, dude? I did not pay for a chit-chat. Less talking more dancing-”

His intoxicated ramble was interrupted by a bouncer kicking him out of the room and closing the curtains again.

The pair looked at each other and chuckled. 

“Well… he seems persistent.” 

“You have no idea.” 

Aurora looked down before giving him a shy smile. The dancer stood up and walked over to the set of speakers in the corner, phone in her hand and connected to the cord. “Alright, so let’s start like this: I’m gonna put on some music, dance and take it from there. Sound good?”

“That sounds good.” Bucky smiled, trying to control the rapid beating of his heart and feeling genuine excitement for what was about to transpire.

“Here are the rules of where you can’t touch: no titty,” she cupped both of her sizable breasts through the yellow gown, “no kitty,” she pointed to her crotch, “and no crack,” she turned around and drew a line between her ass cheeks with a finger.

Bucky couldn’t stop the amused smile that cracked on his face as she laid out her rules. “Did you make that saying up?” 

“I did, actually.” That proud grin spread across her face again. “So those are the three places you are not allowed to touch. Everywhere else is fine. I can touch you though. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” Bucky’s toes curled in his boots as his knee bounced up and down. He was appreciative of her strict limits and it made her all the more appealing.

“My taste in music is kinda different, just a heads up.” 

“Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable.” Bucky smiled. 

“Okay.” She pressed play and took a deep drink downing the rest of it before putting down the empty glass and closing her eyes, concentrating on the music.

She turned around, facing away from him and swayed her hips to the unique hypnotic melody, sofly, moving her arms above her head, wrists together as if they were bound. The alcohol and music taking over her body. 

Bucky leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he watched her in keen interest.

It was clear this was a song that she loved dancing to as different as it was. Everything about her movements became fluid and relaxed. Slowly, she undid the straps of her gown and let it fall down her body letting it pool to the floor.  

The multiple straps on her neon thong were bright pink, yellow and orange. He’d always appreciated a dame’s backside but was never a particular enthusiast about them. Her’s was exceptional though. It was wide and round and emphasized by the small dips of her waist. 

After a few seconds of swaying to the hypnotic tone, she turned around, looked him dead in the eyes as she reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her top before slowly and sensually removing it from her arms, revealing her naked breasts.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as she stood before him, topless. Gloved hands balled into fists as his gaze zeroed in on her chest, his pants becoming painfully tight in the confines of his jeans as he took in the shape of her breasts. They weren’t perky or symmetrically round like most of the other dancers but instead they were big and formed naturally slightly lower on her chest, relaxed and accepting of the light pull of gravity and proportional with her long torso. They were inviting. The small pale pink nipples made his mouth water. 

The urge to squeeze them in his hands, bury his face in them filled his entire being. Mold his lips around those nipples that were just begging to be sucked while rolling his tongue over the hardened peaks while gently nibbling his teeth.

Aurora gathered her breasts in her hands almost as if she was reading his mind and touching them for him since he couldn’t while she kept dancing, swaying. Closing her eyes and playing with her nipples before running her fingers through her hair and slowly getting on her hands and knees. With her chest pressed against the ground she arched her flexible back looking at him from the side swaying her hips back and forth before doing a few sensual body rolls, emphasizing the flexibility of her spine. After a few moments she slowly began crawling towards him on the couch keeping her eyes to his.

Bucky tried to focus on his ragged breathing and keeping it even and quiet, captivated by how good she looked on her hands and knees. Hundreds of scenarios flowed through his head where she would be in this position, crawling towards him or away from him.

The former soldier removed his arms from his legs and rested his back against the couch as she got near him, expanding his arms along the headrest of the couch, gripping it to prevent him from literally pouncing. 

When she got close enough, she placed her hands on his knees and slowly slid them up his thighs, making his toes curl in his shoes.

He couldn’t resist imagining her sucking him off in this position, head bobbing up and down between his legs, teasing his cock with her lips and tongue. Occasionally looking up, piercing him with her dark eyes. He wondered how much she would be able to hold in her mouth. It looked like she could hold a lot in it despite the small appearance of her non injected lips. Would she be able to take him halfway or fully down her delicate throat?

Slowly, she made her way up his body before lifting one knee on the couch and resting the other on either side of his hips, settling herself on his lap. 

Bucky bit his lip and kept his hands balled into fists to decrease his chances of touching her, scaring her away and ruining this moment. The heat from her small hands burned his skin through the fabric of his shirt as she delicately slid them up his torso before resting them on his heaving chest. 

Neither of them realized he had destroyed the headrest of the couch with his metal hand from grabbing it so hard.

“Can I do something?” 

“Anything you want,” he rasped. 

Aurora bit back a chuckle. “I don’t mean anything like that.”

“Oh, sorry. I, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t have been opposed if that was the case. Shit, I’m sorry, I-I mean-“

She giggled and blushed. “It’s all good.”

“Anyway… w-what were you gonna ask me?”

“Can I take off your hat?” 

“Oh! Yeah of course.” He tilted his head forward. Don’t stare at her tits don’t stare at her tits. Instead he focused on the delicate script that was tattooed on her collarbone, struggling to read it in his hazy state of mind.

She bit her lip before taking off his cap revealing his full head of hair. 

“Oh wow…” the dancer whispered, eyes widening in delight as she cupped his face, feeling the scruff against her palms, before running her fingers through his thick chin length hair. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting this.” 

Bucky groaned and leaned his head back loving the feeling of her fingers moving against his scalp. They elicited so many physical sensations that had become almost foreign to him. “You like it?” 

“Yeah, it’s so soft and full. It’s always nice to have hair to grab on to,” she slurred lightly tugging at the strands making him let out a soft moan.

“You shouldn’t say those things to me.” 

“Oh, sorry.” Soft fingers let go of his hair. 

“No, you’re fine. I like it.”

"Hey, aside from those three areas I mentioned, you are allowed to touch me.” She reached down and moved his hand to her thigh silently encouraging him, giving him permission. “Just imagine I'm wearing a thong bikini and the areas that aren't covered you are allowed to touch. "

He instantly attached his gloved hands to her hips. No, he was not able to feel the direct softness and warmth of her flesh, but he was able to feel the contours of her body through his gloves and that was enough. 

She let out a shaky breath, feeling him grip her hips and dug her fingers into his hair and lowered her hips to his and began to gyrate and shift her pelvis over and against his. Throbbing in his pants.

A light moan escaped his lips and he tightened his grip, fingers digging into her hips as he followed and guided her movements so she was rubbing against his lap. They reminded him of handle bars, like the ones on his motorbike, how he would use them to steer, direct and ride.

He slid his hands up the narrow dips of her waist and up her rib cage stopping them before he could reach her breasts, remembering the 3 places she said he couldn’t touch so he lowered them. Feeling brave, he went past her hips and gripped her ass, groaning at the fact he didn’t have each cheek fully in both hands. 

She let out a gasp and bit back a moan when she felt his fingers digging and kneading each cheek.

“Damn,” he whispered and opened his eyes.

“It’s a handful, I know.”

“Without a doubt.” He chuckled. “Are you sure you’re okay with me touching you?” 

A snort escaped her. “I think you should know by now I’d let you know if I wasn’t.” 

“I know, but I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am. It’s different with someone wearing gloves, but I actually kinda like it.”

“Oh you do?” Bucky let out a smirk and squeezed her ass in his hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling a soft sound behind them. 

He felt himself harden even more from her reaction, practically straining against his pants. Thoughts flooded his clouded brain of her in this position, both of them undressed from the waist down, her riding his lap as he used his hands on her ass to bounce her up and down on his cock. He wondered what kind of sounds she would make and their pitches and volumes. 

“Yeah it’s interesting.” Aurora opened her eyes and looked at him through her lashes. “You really can take them off if you want, you know. I promise I won’t judge you. I’m sure I’ve seen and treated a lot worse.” 

It was so tempting to just rip them off and feel her warm flesh against his normal palm with nothing shielding between. Run his flesh hand up and down the creamy skin of her thighs and feel the actual curve of her hip bones.

“I won’t be able to stop touching you if I take them off…”

“Fair enough.” She shrugged with a small smile. "Do you mind if I turn around?"

He still wanted to still see her face, but it would be easier to fully look at her if she couldn’t see doing so. “Not at all.” He lifted his hands from her rear, feeling a high wash over him and he just needed to feel her all over.

She turned around and sat on his lap facing away from him.

There were tattoos on each of her shoulder blades. One had a design made of swirls that was blue and reminiscent of an ocean wave. The other had a purple dragonfly with blue wings which rippled from muscles contouring beneath her skin. Using a finger he traced the lines and swirls of the tattoos on the back of her shoulders and down the indentation of her spine.

She leaned slightly forward resting her hands on her knees as she moved herself on him with more purpose. Bucky allowed his eyes to wander lower and found yet another dragonfly on the right side of her lower back. 

Why did she have so many of them?

His inquisition wandered when she moved her ass with more purpose on him. Seeing it grind against his lap made him just want to bend her forward, grab her hips and pound into her relentlessly. 

Licking his lips, he imagined the ripples of her cheeks bouncing against his hips with each forward thrust as he dove himself into her. Using those hips as handlebars to steer and direct and control however hard or fast or slow he wanted.

She leaned back, resting her back flat against his chest continuing to grind her ass against him matching the rhythm of the music. Reaching behind her, she ran her fingers through his hair making him sigh. God he loved when she did that. 

She leaned to the side and draped an arm around his shoulders as she placed her left foot on the couch, bending her knee as she adjusted herself so she was almost laying across him diagonally as she continued grinding her ass against his lap;  her upper body and thick thighs completely exposed to him now. He wondered how they would feel pressed against his ears with his face between them.

A gloved hand rubbed light circles over her belly, sliding up and coming close to her beautiful breasts but not touching them. He lowered his hands and gripped the protruding bones of her hips and placed one hand on her thigh, marveling at the expanse of it.

Another deep soft sound escaped his parted lips, his eyes closed before opening and directing his light eyes to her dark ones. Penetrating his gaze into hers. It still felt strange to look at her body when she was so close to him and could see him looking at her. 

Never in his extended life did he imagine he would be in such a particular situation, with this stunning, goofy, down to earth woman over his lap. That body, fuck, her body was one he’d never seen before until now. He was enraptured by all of it—all the curves and edges of her being.

“Turn around and face me.” He didn’t mean to sound controlling but he was already using every ounce of will power to restrain himself from throwing her on the couch and climbing on top of her.

Aurora turned around, straddling his lap again, placing her hands on his shoulders. He reached up and cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of it radiate through his glove.

A tremble went past those red lips and her eyes closed. He could see the details of the sparkles that danced across her lids, the thickness of her lashes and how they made her eyes look bigger when she opened them. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

A series of loud noises, crashing and yelling echoed outside the room. 

“Isn’t that the big guy at your table?” she asked.

Before he could respond the rungs from the curtain scraped against the rod with a shriek, revealing a very much intoxicated and disorientated Steve.

“What the hell Steve?!” Bucky growled and pulled the dancer closer to his chest wrapping an arm around her to leave her less exposed to his now irritating friend. “Get out of here!”

“Sorry man but we’ve gotta go before the cops show up!” 

“Oh my god what happened?” The dancer asked, got off the former soldier's lap and crossed her arms over her exposed chest.

“Thor- I mean, Theodore got in a fight with one of the men who made an offensive comment about his long hair and how the women should spend more time with a real man who doesn’t have girly hair-”

“YOU DARE TO THINK YOUR PUNY CHAINLINKS STAND A CHANCE AGAINST THE GREAT AND MIGHTY SON OF ODIN?!” The distinct tumultuous voice boomed throughout the club. 

“Damn, your friend seems to like conflict.”

“You have no idea.” Bucky grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

“Ma’am, it was great meeting you, so sorry for interrupting your dance.” He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. “Compliments from Mr. Stark. Come on, Buck.” 

Before Bucky could say anything Steve grabbed his arm and yanked him off the couch and out of the club into the chaos outside. There was a crowd of patrons and a few dancers. About 4 or 5 men were in various states of injuries. A few of them struggled against the bouncers, shouting and cursing at the infuriated god of thunder whom Tony was greatly struggling with.

“About time you come to help,” Tony grunted as he struggled to control Thor who was still shouting profanities at the crowd. “Don’t make me pull out the suit, Point Break!”

After the three men were finally able to detain Thor, they darted out into the parking lot just when the shriek of sirens from police cars approached.

A few of the dancers ran outside calling after the towering hulk of muscle:

“Bye god of thunder!”

“Please come back and visit us again!”

“Only a real man can pull off long hair!”

“We’ll miss you!”