Patrick's POV.
I stood by the alley outside of where I work, taking a break from the smoke. I work in a gay strip club. Sue me. Someone came up to me an smiled.
"What's a fine man like you doing out here at a time like this?" He was tall with brown hair and brown eyes.
"Taking a break from the smoke."
"You work in there?"
"Unfortunately."
"I'm Pete."
"Patrick."
"Pat! You're on in five."
"I have to go. See you around Pete." I added a seductive wink at the end on my sentence. He smirked and handed me a piece of paper. His number and address and name. Wentz. I've heard it before. But where?
He disappeared into the night and I went inside.
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I went home and texted Pete. He asked me how much he had to pay me if I came over.
'Me: I don't know. How much are you willing to pay?'
'Pete: As much as it cost. ;)'
'Me: I'll be over in five. ;)'
I put my phone in my pocket and started walking to his place. I walked up to his apartment. We lived in the same building. I knocked and he opened the door, wearing just his boxers.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey, sexy." He looked me up and down as I walked in. He shut the door. "Any rules?"
"You clean?" He nodded. "Then none."
I went over and kissed him. He smirked and kissed back. I felt his bare chest and he started taking my clothes off. He grabbed my hips and guided me to his room.
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I walked off the stage and went back to the floor. I saw Pete and smiled, winking. He smirked and leaned against the wall. He motioned me over. I went over and he kissed my cheek. I looked around.
"Not here."
"But it's a strip club." He whispered.
"I can't do anything more than lap dances. And the marks are still there."
"When do you get off?"
"Ten." I whispered.
"Only ten more minutes."
"I know. Now can I go take the money out of my shirt and pants?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
I ran to the dressing room and took the money out, shoving it in my wallet. 462. I started doing research on Pete. Just quick sh.it. His parents were the owners of a multimillion dollar company. What was he doing here? I put my phone away and went back out. My boss, Gerard, came over.
"Pay check. Leave." He whispered in my ear.
He handed me an envelope and I nodded. We were an underground strip club that wasn't legal yet. I grabbed Pete's arm and pulled him into the back with me. I changed into my regular clothes and grabbed my stuff. I walked out and got i
n my car. He got in the other side and I sped to our apartment building.
"What was that about?"
"That place. It's not legal." I replied as we got out.
"Where do you live?"
"4B, Mr. Penthouse." I answered.
"So I can see you any time."
He smirked and slapped my ass. I jumped and we went inside. We went to my place and I threw my stuff on the floor. I grabbed my pay check and he kissed my neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist as I opened it.
