The Stranger on the Stage (DNF Smut)

Chapter 1- Nervous Glances

"You have to come with me tonight! It'll be super fun, trust me!" Nick urged me, lightly pushing on my arm. 

"Why should I? Spending the night watching girls dance in bikinis doesn't exactly sound like a fun time to me..." I said, only standing up to avoid his nagging. 

"But you don't know that it'll be just girls! What if there are guys?" he asked, dragging me out of the living room and into my bathroom in the hall. 

"I still don't know...." I said, as he went back to my room next door and started going through my dresser drawers.

 "Here!" he said, handing me a blue t-shirt and some flattering jeans. 

"Just change out of your hoodie and we can go! Come on I can't go alone!" he persuaded. 

"Fine," I said with a sigh, closing the door on his smug face. 

"Yay!" he cheered, before running off to finish getting ready, himself. 

I groaned and looked up at my reflection in the mirror. It wouldn't be that bad, right? These sort of weird party-strip club combinations are supposed to be fun, anyway. What's the harm? 

I splashed some water on my face and pulled off my hoodie before quickly swapping it with the t-shirt that Nick had offered.

 "It's almost 7 pm, we should head over!" he called through the door.

 I could hear the jangle of his car keys. I opened the door, feeling decently awake and ready. 

"Alright, let's go," I said, not even attempting to hide the energetic and nervous undertone in my voice. 

Before I knew it, we were in his car and listening to fast songs play loudly through the speakers while speeding off to a who-even-knows-strip club. 

The night air seemed to taunt me as we stepped out into the chilly parking lot. A small building lay waiting only a few steps away. I shook my hands, trying to shake off the nerves. Sapnap strolled along with a grin on his face. I wasn't sure what seemed to excite him the most-The fact we were about to walk into a party, or that he had convinced me to come with him to it.

 After showing our IDs to a large bodyguard by the door, he stepped aside and we entered the new environment. Bright pinkish-orange lights filled the room, the space thick with a party atmosphere and the slight linger of alcohol. 

There were only two stages, surprisingly quite bigger than the typical. A strip pole stood on both, with a wide platform accompanying them. The party seemed to have only recently started. Still, people stood at the bases of both platforms, with one girl dancing on each. Posters hung behind them, advertising their club and events around the area. A small bar lined the wall beside the door, with a man in a white shirt and vest standing behind the counter preparing a drink for two or three old men sitting on the stools in front of him. 

Sensing my nervous tension, Sapnap pushed me to the stage closest to us, the bigger of the two. The song that both girls were dancing to ended soon after and they both walked down and into a door between both stages, that had a clear "employees only" sign posted on it. 

After only a minute or two, four people exited it. Through the large crowd, I couldn't make out much. I only knew that there were three girls and one man. Two girls split off to head to the other stage. The last girl headed onto the stage before me. My heart beat in excitement in seeing the male stepping on the stage in front of us, as well.

 "We need a volunteer!" he called, his voice alone enough to make me blush. 

Before I knew what was happening, a hand grabbed my wrist and I turned to meet a pair of beautiful green (or to me, yellow since I was colorblind) eyes. Not even realizing it, I had somehow made my way right next to the stage and was now leaning on it for support as he pulled me up the ledge. I made brief eye contact with Sapnap, and he just shrugged and smiled a devilish grin at me. 

Once I was able to firmly plant my feet on the wooden platform below me, I finally got a look at the man who had dragged me on-stage. He had bouncy wavy blond hair, and freckles lined his cheeks. He was wearing a thin t-shirt and tight pants with attractive accessories handing from his pockets. 

I struggled to swallow as a tall girl with brown hair pulled up a chair behind me. I sat down startled, as the man continued to speak through the microphone he was holding. 

"Ah, a volunteer! Is it alright...?" he asked, looking at me with genuine care.

I nodded and smiled, resting my hands on my lap while he beamed back. His laugh lit up my heart, and it only made me smile harder in return. He nodded in a direction away from the crowd, and a song began to play through the small speakers.