Pleasure for money - DNF

THREE

"George!" a voice called out from behind the stripper when he was about to enter his dressing room before starting his shift.

He spun around and was met by one of his colleagues named Ruby. She had gorgeous long brown hair that went down to her chest and she was dressed in red lingerie that complimented her skin tone perfectly. George raised his eyebrows at the stripper to ask what she wanted.

"Mr Rogers wants you to come to his office right now." The girl informed watching as the male stripper began walking away.

George walked through the club wondering what the manager could possibly want to talk to him about. It couldn't be anything he'd done wrong because he's not a troublemaker and he knew that himself. He accepted the way his life had ended up and went along with it.

He knew he couldn't get a promotion either because none of them were around here. Maybe his boss wanted to talk about changing shifts with someone? George had no idea what to expect when he arrived outside of his boss' office. He brought his hand up and knocked solidly on the door. When he heard a "come on in!" from the inside he opened the door and stepped inside.

Mr Rogers stood up and put a smile on his face. The kind of smile that you could tell the person was amused by.

"George! Just the person I wanted to see!" He exclaimed while taking pumping steps around his desk.

He then leant back onto his desk and his overweight body pushed the desk back a bit when he sat down onto it.

"What's going on?" The stripper asked uncertainly while closing the door behind him. "Am I in trouble?"

The old man let out a chuckle at the question and ran a hand through his sweaty and greasy thin hair. "No of course not, you're an angel George. I called you here because I needed to discuss something with you."

"What is it?" The brunet questioned.

"You know that gang has been coming here recently?" Mr Rogers began, earning an approving nod from George. "Well, ever since they began dropping in everyone has earned more money. Those sixteen men talking to our beautiful girls, give more tips and spend more money on drinks in one night than all other customers combined do in a week."

"What does that have to do with me?" George asked, confused.

"You see, with all of our girls making much money with the gangsters you kind of... fall behind since none of the gangsters pay you a thousand for a dance." His boss continued explaining and George couldn't help but scoff.

If he only knew how much Dream paid him for a dance they wouldn't even be talking right now. But he couldn't tell his boss because of the risk of getting fired. He had chosen to keep Dream a secret from everyone at work because that's the way he thinks the gangster wants it to be.

"What do you want me to do about that? I can't help that they aren't into boys." He sassily said.

"I know that, that's why I came up with a solution..." his boss smiled at him and George raised his eyebrows. "You still have your regulars so I'm going to need you to offer them some extra stuff, if you know what I mean."

George looked at his boss baffled, did he mean what he thought he meant?

"You want me to fuck someone for money?"

"No, no! Not directly have sex with them, maybe just offer them a hand or blowjob?" Mr Rogers explained and the stripper felt how it began boiling inside of him.

"That's still sex! I'm not a fucking prostitute!" George argued as he grew upset. "I started working in a wealthy club to not have to do that shit anymore!"

"Look George, I get that you're upset. But it's what's best for business and since you've done it before it won't be anything you're new to." His manager shrugged as if it was nothing.

Maybe it was nothing to him but not to George. There were reasons why he didn't do that anymore. He hated it, to be treated like a sex toy.

"No, fuck that. I'm not doing it." He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I thought you'd say that and I hate to break it to you but then you just have to kiss your job goodbye."

"What?" His jaw dropped. "Why?"

"Because your income would be less and it would mess up the club. It would decrease the amount of gay men we have here and you'd be unemployed in a couple months anyway." Mr Rogers shrugged once again.

"Has anyone else been talked to about this?" George asked and his boss quickly replied with a shake of his head. "So it's only me who's gonna be needing to suck dick for money?" he raised his voice, refusing to believe what he was hearing. "No one else?"

"I'm sorry, that's just the way it has to be. Now I'll give you until Friday to think about this, if I don't see you here then... you're fired."