GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 2

warning: this story will contain mature content such as language, drugs, and sexy, smutty scenes. nsfw 18+ pls!

"You're a stripper?!" Harrison exclaimed once they were out of earshot.

"You'll see, man, trust me."

Harrison follows Tom out of the club back onto the streets, where they walk several blocks before crossing the street to a lonely looking building with no one in sight. Harrison noticed the banner name, XCALiBUR, matched the one on the flyer, signaling that this must be the club.

The inside had rather dim lighting with mostly dark colored decor. There were many round shaped tables all over the main room with a stage jutting out in the center, forming a catwalk.

There was a man wearing an all-leather outfit standing on the stage, waving around what looked like a small flamethrower. Tom walked in his direction and Harrison continued to follow him.

"Tommy!" The man exclaimed upon seeing him. "You see this shit? This could be your act, you want it?"

"Nah, man, I'll stick to the flips," Tom replied.

"Alright, suit yourself." His attention shifted over to Harrison. "Who's this?"

"This is Harrison. Or Haz, as he likes to be called."

The man stepped off the stage and towards Harrison with an outstretched hand. "Daniel."

Harrison shook his hand before Tom continued to explain Harrison's presence. "Can he start here tonight?"

"I thought I told you guys we weren't looking for anyone right now, Tom."

"I know, but he doesn't have to perform. He can just help with props for now. Please, Dan?" Tom pleaded.

He looked over to Harrison before complying. "Okay, you can do props but listen to what Tom tells you."

Harrison nodded gratefully. "I will, thank you."

He and Tom walked backstage and into a room where several men were getting ready for the show.

"Hey guys! This is Harrison and he'll be helping us with props tonight so whatever you need, just let him know," Tom announced to them.

Tom introduced all the guys to Harrison, before leaving him to get ready for the show. Alex, who was similar to Harrison's height and stature but with chestnut brown hair walked up to him. "Hey man, have a seat," he offered while leading him over to the couch.

Harrison sat down and shifted uncomfortably as Alex sat rather close to him. Harrison felt a sense of overall discomfort as he was surrounded by men wearing little to no clothing.

"Feel my leg."

Harrison's attention shifted to Alex's leg, which was now propped up in his lap. Harrison looked back up to Alex, confused. "I'm sorry?"

"C'mon, just moisturized 'em. Just feel the knee," Alex insisted.

Harrison reluctantly rubbed his fingers over Alex's knee, gaining a bunch of laughter from the other guys. Harrison looked up at the guys laughing at him, a smile of his own starting to form on his face at their amusement. Alex clapped his hand on Harrison's back with an audible smack.

"You're alright, man."

Harrison let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, relieved that he was quickly accepted by the other guys.

Soon the show was about to start and all went on stage for the opening group routine. While Daniel gave his opening spiel, the guys all gathered to take a shot. Before they took the shots, a shorter, stouter man came into the room to join.