#fandom: suits

Playfully offended, Harvey turned around to find the object of Donna’s attentions. The girl was dressed in a crimson thong with a skimpy frilly skirt covering the top half of her ass, a push up bra of the same colour giving her amazing cleavage, netted garters and pumps so high, she seemed to be walking on tiptoes. And she was fluidly moving around the pole, rolling her hips, spreading her legs, artfully bending over to give anyone watching an eyeful of her perfectly shaped ass.

Both Harvey and Donna were staring as she walked around, picking up her feet in a way that accentuated her hips.

“See,” Donna whispered in his ear, “prettier.” She finished off her drink, and smirked at Harvey as she got up. “I’m going to go ask for a private dance.”

Before Harvey could process what she said, Donna was striding towards the girl wonder. Harvey noticed when the girl took notice of Donna, unsurprisingly. Donna was a hard woman to miss and ignore. She came all the way up to the the platform and curled her fingers at the girl, who now had a seductive smile on her red lips as she crouched in front of Donna. She was precariously balancing in her heels on the edge, and Harvey was surprised she didn’t topple right off. Donna waved a crisp hundred in front of her, and the girl pulled it out of her hand with two fingers, making it look much dirtier than it needed to be. Donna must have said something because the smile turned genuine, like the girl was actually amused rather than faking it. She said something back, and Donna’s red head bobbed in agreement. And then Donna was back and the girl was getting off the platform, disappearing in the crowd.

“What did you do?” Harvey asked as he leaned back into the cushions and laced his arm around the back. Donna gave him a predatory grin as she reached for her purse, which she had left beside Harvey.

“I’m meeting her in room seven. She agreed to a couple of lap dances. Wanna come? I’m sure she won’t mind if you pay her.”

Harvey downed his drink quickly and grabbed his jacket. “As if I’d leave you in the clutches of a stripper,” he replied cheekily. Donna rolled her eyes.

They made their way down a hallway once they exited the main area and found room seven.The door was slightly ajar, and Donna pushed it open to reveal the girl standing by the stereo, hooking up an iPod. She was even better looking up close, with sinful curves and tousled blond hair that just reached the line of the bra. Slow techno music filled the space.

She turned around and gave Donna a smile until she noticed Harvey, and then she frowned, looking to Donna in confusion. “It’s okay,” Donna reassured her. “He’s paying for himself.”

“Well, in that case,” the girl said, biting her bottom lip intently and slowly striding across the room toward them, “Fifty bucks a dance, sixty and you can touch. No kissing on the lips. And if I like you, we can talk about continuing with…” She gave them both a secretive smile. “...other arrangements.”

The room had a pole in the middle of the room, and there was tacky couch a little to the side, a small table in front of it, and two chairs, randomly placed.

“Deal,” Donna replied, already shedding her cardigan and going for the chair. The girl followed willingly. Harvey sat down on the couch, happy to watch for the time being. Once Donna was seated, the girl straddled her, placing her hands on her shoulders. Harvey watched as they pressed chest to chest, Donna’s hands sliding up her gartered thighs as the girl gently rolled her hips, back and forth, arching her back and rubbing herself all over Donna in time to the music. Both of them we keeping steady eye contact with each other and breathing the same air, lost in each other, Harvey forgotten. Donna’s hands slid up higher and around cupping her ass and pressing her closer, helping her move.

“So,” Donna began, a little breathlessly as she looked up into the girl’s face. “What’s your name?”

The girl's hands slid around Donna’s neck, tangling in her hair as she leaned down close to Donna’s ear. Before replying, she exhaled, making Donna shiver with the warm air. “Michelle.” She didn’t pull away.

“And, Michelle, what are you willing to do for me?” Donna’s hands slid under the tiny skirt, fingers tracing patterns and dipping under the elastic of her thong every so often.

“Whatever you wish.”

“Wow, you feel amazing.” Michelle smiled in pleasure at that, momentarily closing her eyes, and rubbing her boobs against Donna.

Harvey was enjoying the show. He half-heartedly listening to the conversation, more interested in where Donna’s hands were sliding up, exposing more of the girl’s ass as the skirt got caught, before continuing on to the small of her back. Harvey was mesmerized with the new skin, and once he pulled his eyes away and met Donna’s, she was smiling knowingly at him. The girl couldn’t see her expression, as she was still whispering dirty things in Donna’s ear. ‘You want her,’ she mouthed at him, and she was right. Harvey was slowly getting hard in his pants just from watching them together.

The tempo of the song picked up, and Donna spread her legs for the girl to fall through them. Her ass hit the edge of the chair but she was quickly moving back up, rubbing herself up against Donna’s stomach. Donna supported her until Michelle pulled away, and, placing her hands behind her on Donna’s knees, leaned back, speeding up the rolling of her hips. She kept at it, changing the direction a little to the left, and then to the right, and then in little circles. They were grinning at each, exchanging seductive smiles, and little gasps of air until the beat stopped, and Michelle swung her leg back around to get off Donna.

Harvey had already fished out a hundred and was holding it up in the air for the girl to take. He figured she deserved the whole thing, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford be a little more generous.

A new song came on, with the same seductive beat if a different melody.

She came up to him, saying, “It’s a bit harder to do it on a couch.” She leaned down a little, giving him an eyeful of her breasts which he unabashedly admired. “I can make it so much better for you if you would move?”

There was a lilt in her voice that had Harvey obeying before he could even question it. She grabbed his tie and started skillfully leading him around the table backwards, as if she’s done it a shitload of times before and has memorized the route by heart. She sat him down in the other chair by pushing him down on the shoulders. He spread his legs automatically.

He gave her his famous Specter smile, one that made all girls melt. It wasn’t any different this time, as her pupils dilated and her rosy lips parted. But she made sure to leave him watching her, instead of straddling him right away like she did with Donna. She walked around him, trailing her hands over his shoulders, the nape of his neck, over his chest, and bumping her legs against the side of his trouser clad legs. And what fine legs she had, long and tanned and glistening, the stockings teasing the skin just enough. He kept his hands to himself for the time being, curious as to where this would lead.

She continued to touch him with her fingers, slowly moving her hips side to side as she walked, putting on a little show for him. Her stomach muscles contracted with each subtle body wave. Her thighs stood far enough for his to see where her undies disappeared between her legs, and he wanted to palm her there to feel her heat. The curve of her spine made him want to trace each vertebra with his mouth. All in time to the music.

She stepped between his open legs and then promptly turned around and lowered her ass down to his crotch, rolling her hips in little circles. He gasped as his half-hard cock finally got the friction it was craving. He felt her hands on his thighs, helping her keep her balance in those stilettos as she moved against him. He had to touch her, and he did, running his palms over her hips, and up her sides until he hit the material of her red bra. Sliding his hands around her, he cupped her breasts, feeling the rough material give way to smooth, supple skin.

She threw her left leg over his, and straddled his thigh without breaking the rhythm, rubbing her ass up and down his stomach. The right leg soon followed, and then he was supporting her in his lap.

He was now completely hard. He gave into the urge to kiss down her back. Her bra was in the way though. “Do I have your permission to take off your bra?” he breathlessly asked her. She slowed down the movement of her hips with the question, and glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Only if you promise to be nice to me,” she replied, and Harvey grinned.

“Scouts honour.”  

He unclipped it with his teeth, having had practice before, and she tugged each strap down her arms one after the other. he was now supporting it where he held her breasts and imagined the picture she made.

Donna was the one to tug it free, though. She dropped it on the ground and kneeled in front of them. “Can I kiss them?”

“For another hundred,” Michelle replied.

Donna pulled one from her pocket (Harvey didn’t know Donna carried that much cash in her pockets) and placed it under the elastic of her underwear. “Done,” she said and leaned it to mouth at them, avoiding the nipples for the time being.

“How much would it cost to fuck you?” he asked because he really wanted to.

“None, because I don’t do that sort of thing.”

She squirmed in his lap when Donna finally bit down on a nipple, making him groan. “No?”

“No,” she affirmed.

The song was coming to an end, and, to his disappointment, she began sliding off his lap. Donna moved back to give her space to maneuver and step away from them.

“Classy,” she said when she pulled the hundred from her underwear. Donna just grinned.

She grabbed the hundred off the table, the one Harvey payed her, and brought them into a neat stack, the previous one from Donna included. They were all folded and placed underneath the stereo system.

“Anything else?” She made quite a picture, standing topless in her heels. Harvey noticed a nipple piercing, and got the sudden urge to bite at it.

“Yea,” he replied, deciding that there was no harm to try and pulled out another hundred from his wallet. He held it out to her. “To kiss at your chest.” She went to grab for it, but he curved his fingers before she could and smiled cheekily at her as Donna laughed. “Oh the couch this time,” he clarified.

She snatched it from between his fingers, annoyed, and tucked it into the elastic of her underwear, as Harvey got up. “Classy,” Donna smirked as she got up from the floor to which Michelle rolled her eyes.

Harvey leaned back in the middle of the couch, and she made herself comfortable in his lap, knees on either side. She could still feel his hard-on, but as long as he kept it in his pants, she had no trouble with it. His mouth felt amazing, warm and inviting on her breasts, and she let him nibble at the skin and skim his teeth over her sensitive nipples. He rolled the piercing around on his tongue, and she let out little moans at how it felt, rocking her hips back and forth involuntarily. His hands played with the string of her thong as his tongue worked magic with her chest.

He pulled off and grinned up at her. “You sure I can’t fuck you?”

“You utter and complete bastard.”

Donna chipped in from the floor where she was watching them, “Like that’s anything new.”

“No, I don’t do that sort of thing,” she gasped as his tongue did that thing that made her want to rethink her boundaries. But they were there for a reason.

She let him go on for a while, getting his fill, enjoying it in the process. The music kept playing and she indulged by running her hands through his hair mussing it up and guiding it him to how she liked it. By the time the song finished and she climbed off him, Michelle was frustrated. She needed to get back to work.

“Next time you come in,” she threw over her shoulder as she clipped her bra back in place. “I might be persuaded to blow you.” He groaned at that and Michelle was pleased, a little. “But until then,” she continued as she slid her arms through the loops under their watchful gaze. “I’m leaving you both here. Toodles.” She wagged her fingers at both Donna and Harvey, collected her money and left the room.

“Donna, I slightly hate you,” Harvey said into the silence of the room.