Pleasure for money - DNF

FIVE

Trigger warning: Seuxal harassment

The day George had longed for was finally here. It was Saturday. He had butterflies in his stomach as he thought about the gang leader. The stripper would've never thought someone who was known for gruesome and horrible acts would be so kind. The way Dream cared for George and made sure he didn't have to do anything for money around the club until he showed up again, made the brunet make scenarios in his head about the two. He hated to say it but for these past weeks he'd slowly been falling for Dream. It was bad, really bad. But the gangster seemed to care about him for real.

George had given his boss the cuts off his tips the past week and Mr Rogers was beyond pleased to see that his business idea was working. He now thought George was making three grand a week before giving his boss his part that went to the club. Truth was though that George hadn't done anything with anyone since Dream left him last Saturday. He had continued with his usual lap dances and declined the requests he'd gotten about hand and blowjobs.

Today before he went to work he'd thought about what the gangster had said the last time. He searched like a maniac through his closet to find something sexy and he eventually found it. The perfect outfit. He had taken his best pair of leather shorts, fishnets, stilettos and a tight silver bodysuit. The bodysuit had long sleeves and had a high leg cut making his waist and hips visible where the shorts didn't cloth him. He had also added some waterline eyeliner and then he was done with his look.

Now here he was in the club talking to different customers and waiting for the gangster to show up. It was beginning to become really late and there was still no sign of them. George felt the anxiety within him on the thought that he might not show up. But he pushed it down and decided to not think about it because he still had a few hours to work.

The clock ticked and soon the strippers shift was over in five minutes. George felt stupid when he went back to the dressing room to change and go home. He had really thought that there was something special between him and Dream. He had really believed that he wouldn't lie to him, but he was wrong. Everyone always lied to George and took advantage of his vulnerability. He looked in the mirror in his changing room and sighed. How could he have been so dumb?

After he was done changing he went home and got to bed. The brunet wanted to cry but he had no idea why. It wasn't as if Dream owed him anything. Still he thought he'd keep his word.

The day after no one in that gang showed up to the club either. Mr Rogers wasn't happy about this as it meant not as much money for his club. All the strippers hated how crazy he'd become about the money, it was all he ever thought about. Therefore the week after that all the workers were treated more poorly and everyone was in a bad mood. That week there was no sign of the gang either. George had begun wondering if Dream would ever want to come back and see him.

The week after that the gang showed up again on the Saturday as if they hadn't been gone for two weeks. When George saw the gang leader he felt his stomach twist in anger. He wasn't mad because Dream hadn't shown up. He was mad because he let himself pretend that the gang leader actually liked him and cared for him. Also that he didn't keep his word and he felt betrayed.

The stripper ignored the gang leader's presence and was about to go up to one of his regulars to ask if he wanted something. The money Dream had given George wasn't enough to also last this week since he had rent to pay. Therefore he knew he'd have to give a hand job or something to someone. George understood that he couldn't be dependent on someone else to pay his bills and that he'd just have to do his job. He was anxious when he saw them come into the club again because he knew he'd have to begin prostituting again. All due to the fact of his boss' rules of how much they needed to make when the gangsters were there.