Pleasure for money - DNF

TWO

After that night at the club Dream had been stuck in George's head. He hadn't told anyone about what happened but his brain had gotten caught on it. He was so shocked about how the gang leader acted that he forgot how attractive the man was.

After Dream had left the secluded area for his dance, the male stripper had watched as he left the club with an extremely tall brunette man by his side. The rest of the people in black suits were still getting strip teases or just talking to the girls.

It had been six days since that Saturday and George was dying for him to come back. Not only did the two grand he gave him help him out a lot, but he missed the thrill he had when he was grinding on the gangster. Something inside of him told him that he would be more confident this time and not as caught off guard.

George had been working all night, shaking his ass in front of old men who thought they owned him. They'd grope him and call him names while he danced, that's what he hated with his job that he could only smile and keep on being pretty. Because that was what he was hired to do, if he would speak up he'd risk getting fired.

It was around two in the morning and he got off at four. His working-pace was starting to slow down as he got tired. His dance moves were getting sloppier and all he wanted was to order a pizza then go back to bed.

George was at a table of four talking to a guy while loud music blasted in the background. At this time of night there were a lot of Britney Spears playing. He was just thankful it wasn't three in the morning yet. Because that's when the more spicy and explicit songs come on, therefore, the customers also expect more.

Another hour passed by and soon George could take his worn out body home. His feet were hurting from the pair of black stilettos he was wearing. He couldn't breathe from how tight his tiny little shirt was, the obnoxiously tight leather pants he was wearing hugged his body so tightly that he lost his breath from time to time.

George was trying to get a man to pay him for a dance at the bar but was rejected over and over again. Being the only male stripper at a strip club that had 90% straight customers was rough. Although his regulars were here often and paid well, not as well as Dream did but enough to make a living.

He had finally found someone who seemed into him when the man suddenly froze under George's touch. Just like last time it felt as if time froze, everyone went quiet when the men in black suits walked through the building. Dream was at the front of the group once again, when he walked past the male stripper he locked eye contact but kept the serious expression on his face.

They sat down around the same table again and the manager came out to welcome them. Dream didn't even say a word to him before he waved him off, it didn't look as if he liked George's boss a lot. Girls instantly swooned over their table and George watched as the same blonde girl as before named Emmie began touching Dream. He was so confused because of how the gang leader had acted with him, wasn't he gay?

At this point he was glad he hadn't told anyone about what happened, because;
1, nobody would've believed him
2, Dream most likely wasn't gay

George continued flirting with his customer and kept glancing over to the table where the gangsters were sitting. On multiple occasions he was met by a pair of piercing green eyes staring right through him.

When he was brave enough to hold eye contact, he saw Dream signalize towards the corner of the room to the private dance location. He did all of that while he had a girl all up on him. Maybe he was just a douchebag or a fuckboy.

George excused himself from his client, not daring to disobey Dream's orders. He walked with small steps towards where the tall man wanted to meet him.

He got into the small space and waited for the tall man. After a couple minutes he came around the corner and saw George standing leant against the wall. Dream stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes.