Bewitched (Jinxx x Andy)

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Andy stepped out of his car and looked up at the flashing neon signs of the strip club. Why Ronnie had recommended this place was beyond him, but he had decided to try it out. See what Ronnie was so enthusiastic about it. He walked to the door and opened it, nodding to the security guard. He opened the door and stepped in, only to knock into somebody. The person turned, blue-gray eyes flashing.

"Oh, don't tell me. Another fucking pervert." He folded his arms, bringing a variety of tattoos to Andy's attention. "No, I don't fuck customers. That's not only out of the job description at the moment, but it's also really fucking weird. So don't even ask." He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"Wow, he's sexy," Andy muttered to himself, finding an empty table and ordering a drink.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look this way. Keep those drinks flowing, here's Jinxx!" Came an announcer's voice. Onstage walked the cute boy that Andy had seen just minutes ago. He walked forward until he was leaning on the pole. His eyes scanned over the crowd, and paused a moment on Andy before flicking away. Andy looked at him before grabbing his drink and sipping it, watching everyone as the music turned on. A witch-like laugh sounded out before bass shook the room, followed by a light few notes and more bass.

"You're attractive, you little witch." Jinxx swayed his hips outward, bending down with his hands still wrapped around the metal. He seemed to be looking at everyone but no one at the same time, moving hypnotically along to the beat of the music. "You're beautiful." Andy could feel his aroused state in his pants, making him shift stances. "You've got me bewitched, cause I'm under your spell." Jinxx moved around to the front of the pole, keeping his actions fluid and in time to the music. His body swayed and his hips rolled, gaining some cheers and whistles from the crowd. "You must be a witch, cause I am living in hell." He began to work his way along the edge of the stage, pausing longer in places or moving past some people entirely. He was by Andy's table the next instant, shaking his hips to the music. Andy pulled out a wad of cash and stuck a couple bucks in Jinxx's waistband. Jinxx tipped his head slightly and kept moving. When the end of the song came, he was back on the stage, joined by a second ravenette with star tattoos and Outlaw branded on his stomach.

The second stripper wound his arms around Jinxx's waist, pulling him close. Everybody Sells Cocaine started playing, and the two were dancing together, grinding and rocking against each other and gaining more cheers and bills thrown onto the stage. The second stripper, taller and slightly more built than Jinxx, controlled most of it, but the shorter had some room to improvise. Andy watched them with hooded eyes, the tent in his pants growing. He cleared his throat and stood up, giving them one last glance before walking to the bathroom to readjust himself.

Jeremy wiped his forehead, leaning against the wall in the dressing room. Ashley was counting out what they'd gotten from that one dance.

"We did pretty good tonight, Jeremy." Ashley noted. "And I saw that there was one visitor really interested in you." Jeremy shrugged, tilting his head back as a cool breeze came in from the back door, drying his hot skin.

"Yeah, I saw him earlier. Thought he might be one of those kinds of guys who asks to fuck." Ashley laughed quietly.

"Well, you should probably apologize." Jeremy shrugged and rubbed his arm. "Yeah. I'm gonna grab a drink and then go back up if I'm needed." He walked back out onto the main floor of the club, heading for the bar.