Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

sixteen;

there's no smut but it gets a little heavy i guess

pls comment this is a super cute chapter. kind of.

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It's weird, Michael knows, and a waste of money.

Ever since Luke had said that he was open to the idea of feminisation, Michael hadn't been able to get the image of Luke in panties or lingerie out of his head. A sheer blue one piece with garters and thigh highs, the colour complimenting his eyes.

Or maybe a soft pink with little bows adorning the fabric, the colour of Luke's lips and his blush.

Michael spent all afternoon in Victoria's Secret, Peaches n' Cream, Wild Secret and any lingerie boutique he came across trying to find the perfect items for Luke. The things were more expensive than he had remembered buying for Leah, but then again he hadn't bought sexy lingerie for Leah in years.

It's late at night when Michael pulls up at the club, paying the uber driver. He sends a quick text to Brittany, stating that he was staying late at work wrapping up a case. Brittany replies with a series of emojis that are meaningless to Michael, but he sees a few hearts and guesses she doesn't care. He couldn't bare to send the text to Leah, he's too pathetic.

He knew, going into this with Luke, that his marriage with Leah was dead. God, he wishes it wasn't true. He wishes he and Leah were the same people they were fresh out of high school, so deeply in love.

He wishes he and Luke met under different circumstances. He wishes he wasn't married, he wishes Luke wasn't a stripper, he wishes he could get Luke out of this town. He's about to give a nod to the bouncer and step inside when he gets an idea.

It's stupid. And unhealthy. And he's wasting even more money than he had just spent.

It's not like the loss will make the Clifford family go bankrupt or anything, in fact each case Michael completed and won earned him a handsome pay. It's the only reason they'd been able to fund Jake's extensive nerdy obsessions, Britt's expensive dance school and their mutual elite private school. But the few thousands of dollars is still noticeable, and he's going to have to think of some excuse.

The club is located on some street downtown, similar clubs on either side and running down the road. There was a difference though; While the other clubs were for partying and getting drunk, the one Luke worked at and Michael frequented was targeted at middle-aged men who were cheating on their wives. Like Michael, except they've got an extra twenty years on them and a bigger beer belly.

It's only a block or two away from the main street, so Michael buttons his coat to the throat and readies himself to face the chilly night air.

His ideas always land him in shady clubs or with a pretty boy on his lap. He's hoping this idea is as good as the latter.

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Luke is away with another customer when Michael walks in and he grits his teeth, finding a table in the centre of the room so Luke will see him when he gets back. He places the bags under the the table beside his feet and waits.

He doesn't get a drink. Instead, he sits there, staring at the grain of the table and twiddling his thumbs. He's watching the dancers out of his peripheral vision, not out of interest, but to compare them to Luke. He's making little notes in his head like 'Luke would be able to get his leg higher than that' and 'If that were Luke grinding on an audience member naked except for a cheesy golden thong, the audience member would have creamed his pants at least three times by now'.

Michael has to remind himself that he came here for a reason, both this time and the first time he ever came here, and it was not to criticise people who probably know what they're doing.