With a smug grin, Tony Stark basked in the standing ovation from the audience. He stood there for a second, just soaking in all the adulation.

Then he gave the peace sign before pivoting on his heel and swaggering off the stage.

“That was wonderful, Mr. Stark.” The organizer gushed. “Your theory on infinite fusion could revolutionize the energy sector—”

“Yes, yes.” Tony waved him away. “Places to go, people to see.”

He nodded to Happy and his other bodyguards, who were following closely behind him.

Obadiah, his second-in-command, had disapproved of Tony attending this convention. In his eyes, clean energy was just a hippy-dippy pipe dream.

In Obadiah’s opinion, Stark Industries was a weapon company, and that was all it would ever be. Tony, however, could see the advantages of branching out, since he wasn’t the type of businessman to put all his eggs in one basket.

Tony and his group caused quite a commotion as they strutted through the ARIA hotel and resort. He was thankful that he had his red sunglasses on that night because the flashing lights of the slot machines worsened his usual sensory issues.

They walked past a bunch of card tables, and Tony winked at a hot redhead who was giving him a lascivious once over but kept on moving.

Whenever Tony was in Vegas, he would spend the night gambling a small fortune away, but tonight he wanted something a little different.

Tony sighed in relief as they walked out into the cool air. Free from the smell of stale cigarettes and spilled alcohol. It was March, and the scorching desert temperatures dropped once the sun set.

Happy hurried in front of him to open the door of the black limo, waiting for him.

“Where to, boss?”

Pepper, his assistant, had allowed him to stay an extra day in Sin City as an incentive for him to be on his best behavior at this highly publicized event.

Not only that, she had also arranged a room for him at The Bellagio, his favorite place to stay in town.

He would never have gotten a moment’s peace if he had stayed within sight of the convention goers.

“I need to blow off some steam,” Tony said as he patted Happy on the back. “How about Juicy Lucy’s?”

Happy lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing as Tony slid into the back of the limo.

Tony poured himself a finger of Glenfiddich neat and took a sip. He loosened his tie and smiled.

A night with lots of drinks and beautiful naked women was exactly what he needed.

Juicy Lucy’s was a large rectangular brick building that had a simple lime green awning above two large black double doors and the words Juicy Lucy in cursive written across it.

The club hadn’t changed at all since Tony and Rhodey had discovered it a decade ago. Tony had convinced his best friend to come out with him to Vegas to celebrate graduation. 

One last adventure before they shipped Rhodey off to basic training and forced him to become a responsible adult. Tony, however, was Peter Panning this shit to the grave.

He signaled to Happy, who opened the door for him. Even from the empty parking lot, Tony could hear the pounding bass of a rock song. 

“Hey, all of you can either come in and have a drink on me or scram,” Tony shrugged.

“Mr. Stark,” Happy frowned, and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be a party pooper, Happy.” The big man just shook his head and excused the rest of the security.

Happy opened the door for Tony, and it took him a moment for his eyesight to adjust to the dim lighting and the neon lights that illuminated the bar.

The place was practically empty except for a bunch of guys in their mid to late twenties taking up one of the tables up front. His attention was immediately drawn to the woman in a white tank top and short daisy dukes on stage. 

Tony felt his heart speed up and his face flush as he watched her gracefully flip and twist on the pole.

The spotlight illuminated her golden-brown skin, making the dancer look ethereal and untouchable. Her lean, muscular body was poetry in motion; controlled, powerful, and sexy as hell. Her long black cornrows swayed with every spin that mesmerized him. It was obvious from the way she moved that she didn’t dance for the audience’s approval; she danced because she truly enjoyed it.

Tony gave a low whistle. “Jesus!”

When the stripper spun down gracefully, she finally locked eyes with him. And Tony couldn’t move if he wanted to. The noise in the room had fallen away, and his eyes met hers. This goddess was the only thing worth watching. A slow, dangerous grin curved her lips, and without breaking her rhythm, she slid down the pole—her bottle green eyes were hot enough to burn before she arched back into the next move. 

That grin promised all types of filthy things that went directly to Tony’s cock.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Lucy.” Tony took her hand and kissed it. “It’s always a pleasure to see you again.”

“If that was the case, you wouldn’t have stayed away too long.” Lucy laughed. “Now, let’s show you to the VIP area, and I’ll call my best girls to attend to you.”

Tony gestured at the green-eyed beauty who was sauntering off the bar to the cheers of the table.

“How about her?”

A brief look of surprise flashed on Lucy’s face, and then she shook her head. “She doesn’t work here.”

Tony’s eyes went wide. “You allow customers to dance?” He playfully clutched his chest. “Why, I never!”

“I do if the price is right,” Lucy said, with an enigmatic smile. “Now, how about I call Amber over–“

Tony promptly ignored the rest of what Lucy was saying, as he saw the woman coming out of the back, sliding a motorcycle jacket on, and walking over to the table.

One of the guys handed over what looked to be coins, and then a ginger man came over to her and whispered something in her ear. 

Green eyes shrugged before she turned and headed towards the bar.

Was that her boyfriend?

Tony didn’t care. He was going to shoot his shot, regardless. And if she left with him, then that was that guy’s problem.

“Mr. Stark?” Tony shook his head and gave Lucy a sheepish smile.

“Sorry about that, Lucy,” he said as his eyes followed his target for the night. “I think I’m just going to hang out at the bar.”

Ignoring Happy and Lucy’s judging stares, he followed the dancer.

Tony’s eyes were on the dancer’s thick bubble butt, and he licked his lips. The green-eyed babe would be under him by the end of the night.

Tony wanted her, and Starks always got what they wanted.

* Rewritten: (07/17/2025)