A boy was just staring at himself through the mirror, which was kept, in front of him. The mirror was big and he could see his whole figure through it, not only his body but also the feeling, the pain, the sadness his eyes hold, he could see all of this through the mirror. He lifted his left hand and touched the mirror, he was feeling a wave of emotions pass inside of him but he just ignore it, he ignored it because he was scared. He was scared of being himself, scared of not being loved, scared that he will be let alone, scared that he has to live through this hell. So he choose only one emotion out of all, only one emotion was in his mind and body. Lust, he was aroused by imagining him getting fucked by someone, anyone. He was keeping himself occupied by that single feeling so that he will forget about every thing else.
"Bunny boy, you are up next"
The boy named 'Bunny Boy' turned to meet the person who called him, he nodded his head. He once again turn to face the mirror, he was wearing a black lingerie and he was every much satisfied with it. At least he was just being himself by wearing the clothes he wanted, he wanted to or liked to or loved to wear girly sexy dresses.
'Bunny Boy' got out of his room, locking it, he was standing in the corridor observing his surroundings. Some were devouring each other, some were giving blow job, some hand job, some were getting fucked by their night partner. He also liked to get fucked by someone or was he just trying to escape from all his problems, his feelings, the reality he was facing, maybe yes he was just distracting himself from everything, from himself. He ignored it all and started to walk. He reached in front of a stage, the lights were dimmed, pink, purple and blue colours were spreading across the room, there was a pole in the centre of the stage.
"Next we have your favourite stripper, Bunny Boy"
He was broke out from his dreams and also he was happy because he was in a world of pain and hurt and he wanted to hear the announcement.
His waiting was over when he heard the announcement and got up on the stage. He hold the pole and turned around to give the audience a full view of his ass, the crowd was going crazy. He didn't wanted to do this but sometimes he feel alive and happy whenever he do something like this. He knew that he hated it, some part of him hated it but the other part loved it, more than anything.
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