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✮ Heavenly Hooker .

. . . General Info . . .

Characters ;; Craig T , Kenny M , Clyde D
Ages ;; 21 , 22 , 21
Genders ;; Male , Male , Male

POV ;; Craig's
Type ;; Lemon / Smut-ish
Part ;; 1/1

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     Me and Clyde were on our way to The Peppermint Hippo; AKA the town's strip club. Going there wasn't my intention. Today was supposed to be my 21st birthday, and Clyde insisted that I and the guys go there for my birthday. But everyone else refused, me having to be dragged here. I insisted on just staying home. But now that I can legally drink and go to strip clubs, he thought it would be the best idea to go there.

     Peppermint Hippo was originally just a female strip club, but now with more laws added to this town, guy strippers were also allowed here to be more "open to the queers" since there are more of them in this town now than when I came out around 10 years ago. Which just gave Clyde another reason for us to go. Considering that I wasn't attracted to any feminine person in any way. Plus he wasn't exactly straight himself.

     How else to spend your birthday getting drunk and possibly sexually harassed. That's exciting.

     As we got to the club and the security guard checked our IDs, we were allowed in. I hesitated before going in, knowing this was a literal strip club. Filled with half naked people waist up or down. I never tried to look at anyone's bodies but when they're just swaying and dancing in front of your face like that, it was kinda hard to ignore it.

     Me and Clyde chose a table in the back corner and ordered a few drinks as we just looked around the room. I wasn't trying to look at anyone, but Clyde's eyes were just darted on any topless women he could spot. God is that considered harassment? Or is it just normalized here. I don't understand strip clubs at all sometimes.

     Nothing really happened for the first few rounds of drinks, but a lady with exotic lingerie walked up to us and offered a dance to either of us. I declined and Clyde accepted it without a doubt. The girl's performance was long but I barely paid attention to her. The only reason I did for a bit was because of her outfit. It looked so uncomfortable; how could anyone wear something like that?

     I slouched back in the seat behind me and listened to the music as I spaced out looking at whatever I last had my eyes on. After a while I found a blonde figure walking in my direction, soonly getting in front of me with a smug smile on their face. Once they stopped and I looked at them for a while, I realized they weren't a women, but a man. Not just any guy, but someone I knew. Kenny. Kenny McCormick. Working at a strip club as a stripper. I mean, I wasn't exactly surprised but I wasn't exactly chill about it either.

     "What is a guy like you doin' at a place like this?" Kenny asked in a seductive tone, a country accent in his voice. As everyone got older, Kenny and his siblings got more and more country accents from his redneck parents. It suited him at times but after seeing this guy in fucking lingerie, a country accent does not fit his current looks. As Kenny talked to me he lifted my head up by my chin to meet his eyes. "My eyes are up here, sweetheart." He said with a grin, leaving slight shivers down my spine.

     "Clyde brought me here for my birthday." I answered honestly and bluntly, sitting up and moving back against the cushions, keeping my man spread position the same as before.

     "Ooh, I forgot it was your birthday~" Kenny replied as he stood up straight as he looked down at me. "Want a free ridin' session as a gift?" As soon as he asked that, I looked over at Clyde, who was completely distracted at the time. Fuck. How am I supposed to reply to this? Part of me wanted to say no and the other part wanted it. Either way my face felt hot as hell.