Laced; Phan

Chapter 3; Dance Dance.

I get up, get dressed.
Now, getting dressed before going to the club can be risky. But this time, wearing nothing but a Black hoodie, black jeans. I could just run there and not worry about cat calling. At about 8:30, I open the door. Not many people are outside, so luckily I get there easily. I knock on the door, A man opens it, looks at me, and then notices who I am. He lets me in and...nobody else was in the club expect workers, and other strippers. I see, the woman. She was grinning and clapping her hands. Now, there were strippers that I needed to get to know before I did my first show tonight. There were 5 girls and 1 male, me.
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I walked over to the woman, and scratched the back of my head. "Hey! Erm, I never got your name?" She smiled and patted my shoulder, "My name is Karla. I'm Your boss." I smiled back, "Well, Karla, um.. What do I do now?" I turned my head to the main stage. "Ah! Right, Mr. Howell, follow me" She motioned her finger for me to follow, and I did so. We walked down a hallway that was blazing with purple and pink. I liked it. A lot.
She brought me to a room painted in pink and black designs. It was filled with two large black furry couches with lit up cup holders, a red rug, a giant mirror and counter with different drawer compartments below it, a walk in closet, and a.. Bed? The whole place smelled like candy, and cum. Wow. "This here, is your dressing room! It's all yours." Karla Grinned at me. "Really? Wow. Thank you!" This room was all mine?
Fuck me, I'm loving this job already. "That's right. Now, I see you have the box with your outfit with you. Get dressed and put on makeup if you want, pole dancing starts in 30. People will start flooding in like moths to a flame. Bye now, darling." She walked out of the room. I'm so excited my dick hurts. Time to get dressed.
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I put on black lace panties that exposed most of my ass and hardly covered my dick. I didn't mind too much, but considering it was my first night, I was kind of scared of what people would think.
'What if people don't like my body?' 'What if they think I'm ugly?'
'No. Don't think that Dan. You'll be fine.'
I continued to put on my outfit. I hooked on my black lace Garters that had a metal heart in the middle, then I slipped on my boots, struggling a bit at first, but easily zipping them up. I didn't have any top wear, so I didn't bother with that, but I did buckle a leather collar around my neck. It had a pendant shaped in a heart that had "Daddy's Bitch" engraved on it. Perfect. Lastly, I clipped in Black Cat ears to my hair.
I walked over to my giant mirror and check myself out, 'you look like a pretty little slut just for daddy' I thought to myself. Maybe I will meet some one here that I could actually have a relationship with. that could happen, right? Maybe not.
I opened a drawer, it already had makeup in it. 'Maybe a little?' I put on some black eyeliner on the lower water line of my eye. Damn. I look good. 8:50, read the clock. Almost time.
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Minutes later, I hear a knock on the door, I walk over to it and open it seeing karla. "You look amazing!" She yips. I blush and bite my lip, "thanks." She claps her hands and brings me out of my room, "okay, it's gonna start soon, since you're male, you'll go over there, she points to a pole, which is the pole she told me the before hand. I lick my lips, and walk over there. I got positioned, standing by my pole. It was lit up in purple neon lights. The music starts. The song is "BITE" By Troye Sivan. Fuck. Hundreds of people run,walk in. The sluttly girls distract them. What the fuck do I d-.....HolY MOthERfucKInG SHIT. I see a man..he has stunning blue eyes, pitch black hair..pale skin. He walks in. Out of everyone..he catches my attention. Fuckfuck.. I have to have him. He is MINE. I walk over to him, and squeeze his ass. This is what strippers do, right?
"Hey there~" I say with seduction in my voice. He blushes. I take his hand and whisper in his ear, "Do you like girls, darling?" He grins and shakes his head, "No."
Perfect.
Another faggot.

Just like me.

"Let me dance for you, darling," I purred, The man smirked and eased himself onto a chair In Front of my pole. He relaxed his arms onto the arm-rest and kept his eyes on me, examining every detail of me. I climb back on stage, being careful of my heeled boots. I take hold of the pole, wrap my right leg around it and start dancing to match the music. "BITE" finished playing, and "Adrenalize me" by In This Moment came on. I loved this song, which made me feel even dirtier. I swayed my hips and swung around the pole opening my legs when my heels clanked against the tile and I began to grind my hips in the air nice and slow. I closed my eyes and opened them, the man's attention was glued to me, it was like my movements were mesmerizing him. It was like magic. The tension in the air was strong of lust. He gave me a look that made me want to moan right on the spot and I could tell from his eyes that he wanted me.
Once the song ended, I stepped down the stage and put my hands on my hips. Grinning at the man. He gave me a hungry look, I wanted him to feel this way. I took him by the hand and motioned my head to the hall, he nodded. I moved my hips back and forth as we walked down the hall.

I walked the man to the back rooms, Karla showed me around the whole building ahead of time, So I know where most of everything is located. I draped back the red curtains, and led the man into one of the private stalls. Two security guards stood by each stall, in protection of the strippers. Which made me feel safer about this job. Hopefully. The rules are that the clients are not supposed to touch the strippers, unless permission is granted.
In this case, I've given this man complete permission to touch me.
The music turned to "Sick like me" by In This Moment. The purple and pink lights illuminated my face and body. The man's eyes traveled down my figure. "Get ready for a show darling," I ran my hands down my torso and moved my hips to the melody of the music. I began my next dance, swinging my ass back and forth moving my body down and pushing myself back up with my hands on my knees. "You're so beautiful," the man complimented me. I slipped my legs in between the chair's arm rests to where I was sitting right on the man's lap. He parted his legs, as I pressed up as close as possible on him. His body heat mixed with mine, crotches pressed together, and chests to chests. My back arched as his hands trailed up my spine. I shivered and began to grind against him, perking my ass up between each movement. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. "Nnm.." I moaned gently against his neck. "You're so fucking sexy, baby boy." He whispered against my skin. His eyes trailed to my collarbones, he pressed his lips to my left collarbone and ran his tongue over it. I groaned in his ear, "Now now, don't get too carried away, darling". He stopped and growled. I grinned. His hands met my hips and he pressed me against him harder. I could feel his erection against mine, sending electricity through me, I'm sure he could feel it too. I broke the connection after a bit. And stood back up, winking at him. He stood up as well, and as I began to walk him out, he took my hand for a moment, "What happened back there, Was amazing. What is your name?" He smiled at me. "My name is Philip, but you can call me Phil."
His expression was gentler than it was before. He was the most attractive being I've laid eyes on. God I can't believe I got to do that to him.
I need more. I need him. I don't even know him..
Is this really what I've become? Jeez. "My stripper name is KandyKrush The KittyBoy, but you can call me my real name, Dan."
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I finish my shift. Sigh, after the long night. I take off my strip clothes and put on my extra clothes. I then, thank Karla and leave. I decide I should make a YouTube video, trying not to show off too much sexuality. I make a video called, "Reasons why dans a fail" and upload it to YouTube.