Pleasure for money - DNF

FOUR

It was Saturday.

George's boss had talked to him on Wednesday and he had shown up to work again on Friday. He figured that life always takes a turn for the worse until it gets better again. He also figured that since this club had better rules than the last one he worked at, the conditions with the clients who'd be receiving a hand or blowjob from him would be stricter. Which they luckily were. It wasn't what he wanted to do at this job but he could manage.

The stripper had so far only jerked two guys off on the day that his new rules applied. Since the guys were wealthy they paid a good four hundred dollars each. Mr Rogers had called him wise for his decision to keep working here and told him that he'd only need to do this as long as the gangsters keep attending the club once a week. That's why he wasn't as excited to see Dream this time when they came barging into the club on a late Saturday night.

He decided to just ignore the tall blond and keep on working. George was currently dancing on one of the small stages to the music as some guys had gathered around him. The men had paid more attention to him when they heard from their friends what he would offer to do with them. As he danced he felt the hungry eyes of the men roaming his body up and down, he had a long night ahead of him.

Once he was done dancing he stepped down from the stage and one of the men immediately began talking to him. He placed a hand on George's back while he whispered into his ear about how turned on he was. The stripper put on his best smile as he listened to the description of the fantasy this man had off him. He zoned out when he locked eyes with a familiar set of green ones.

The gang leader sat in his usual seat with a girl on him, his gaze fixated right on George. He then let his gaze wander down the brunet's body. Staring at the leather booty shorts he was wearing again with a tight white tank top and the same black stilettos as last time he was here. Dream then noticed a man standing quite literally in George's personal space and the man was touching him. Last time Dream checked that wasn't aloud... he understood something had changed when the man whispered something in George's ear and pulled out a whole lot of money. He saw the boy hesitate before taking the money and leading the strange man to a corner of the club. Where they now had put up a bathroom stall type of door for privacy on just one of the lap dance locations.

Dream felt overprotective of George in a way he hadn't felt of anyone before. All he wanted right now was to run after him and see what the hell that man was up to, he needed to check and see that George wasn't hurt in any way, shape or form. It itched in his entire body the minutes that passed after the stripper had disappeared behind the door with his client.

The gangster could barely take it anymore, he had no idea why he was this possessive over someone he didn't even know. He knew his occupation and name, nothing else, still his entire body screamed at him to go after George. Dream knew that he would absolutely destroy everything and everyone who hurt the male stripper. He didn't know why he'd do it, he just knew he wouldn't be able to help himself.

After almost ten minutes had passed he couldn't stand it anymore. He thanked the stripper in his lap for her time before he walked off towards the secluded part of the club. The gangster walked normally so as to not draw any attention to himself. When he finally came up to the door the man who'd been touching George came out of there, looking smug. Dream had no idea why but he just wants to punch the smug look off of his face. He seemed so pleased that Dream went unnoticed by him and that doesn't happen often at all.

After that man came George, who wiped his mouth as he made eye contact with the gangster. Dream furrowed his eyebrows at the boy, the waterline eyeliner he had on previously smudged under his eyes as if he'd cried. But those weren't tears because he'd been sad and Dream understood that in a heartbeat. The two men just stared at each other, George had frozen when he realized that Dream had caught him after he just gave head to someone for eight hundred dollars. Dream was frozen in place because he was trying to calculate why and how this had happened. He quickly grew angry at the possibility that George had lied to him, therefore he sighed and gripped the stripper's arm, pulling him inside the room he'd just come out of.

George stumbled to keep his balance when the gangster quite literally threw him inside the little secluded area before shutting the door behind them and locking it. The brunet stood looking at Dream as he wondered what the man was doing then when he turned around he saw the irritation on the gang leader's face.

"What the fuck?" He spat. "Did you lie to me?"

"What- no," the stripper quickly defended himself. "It's a long story, it doesn't matter."

"I've got all night George," Dream snapped and leant against the closed door. "I can't wait to hear why you're whoring." He exclaimed with a sarcastic tone.

"Excuse me?" the stripper asked, offended. "This is all your fault." He muttered under his breath.

The gangster furrowed his eyebrows and huffed. "How the fuck is you sucking dick for money my fault?"

"Because if you and your stupid ass gang wouldn't have showed up here in the first place, my boss wouldn't have made me start doing this shit again!" George raised his voice at the taller man, finally getting to release the anger he'd been burying the whole week.

'Again' the word echoed in Dreams' head. He now realized how little he actually knew about George but that didn't contain the anger he was feeling.

"Don't fucking yell at me." The gangster warned sharply, taking a step closer. "I still don't see how this is my fault?"

"Because I didn't tell the manager about the money you've given me for the... dances. I thought you wanted to keep it a secret and now he's making me do hand and blowjobs to make as much money as the girls, because you guys pay so much. Otherwise if I don't sell myself I'll get fired." The stripper explained to Dream who stared at him intensely.

George waited for the gangster to say something but he just kept staring at him. He couldn't read the expression on Dream's face so he had no idea what the man was thinking. All of a sudden the blond reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money.

"How much does your boss want you to make?" he asks the stripper, flipping through the dollars in his hand.

"Two grand extra each week, that's about a blowjob and three handjobs. I didn't know you and your friends had so much money to spend each night individually." George sighed, looking down onto the floor.

"Here." Dream said, handing the boy more money than necessary.

The stripper began counting the money and his jaw dropped when he finished.

"Dream, this is triple of what I said." George said and held up the six thousand dollars.

"Some of it is a thank you for keeping quiet about our thing and now you don't need to touch a dude for money until I come back again." He explained and the stripper smiled at him.

"When will you be back?"

"Next week, Saturday as usual." The taller one informed as he looked at George who nodded to him. "Wear something sexy, will you?"

The stripper got flustered at his words and Dream chuckled smugly before leaving the room, once again leaving the brunette with unanswered questions.