Tempt Me, Tease Me.

Stage lights shined bright on the gorgeous dancer, showing ever ridge of muscle in his masculine body. A light sheen of glitter covered his body, as per the usual for someone of his profession. Tattoos ran the length of each of his arms, the colorful swirls tantalizing and enticing anyone who saw them. The beautiful dancer was the envy and desire of anyone who entered the lustful and exciting atmosphere of the club.

The man danced with his fellow co-workers, though he was the center of attention. He always was, even if he wasn't working. At the store, the bar, or anywhere else, people would stare from every direction, men and women alike. His dark brown eyes were like pools of chocolate. His high cheekbones were perfect. He had dark brunette hair that fell just below his chin, almost to his shoulders. His nose was adorable, in a way. Almost button-like. All this, added to a body that was muscular and bronze from many days spent at the beach. Many of the people who stared were women, and some had even tried flirting. But the dancer wasn't exactly into women. He certainly didn't look like the stereotypical homosexual, though.

He enjoyed teasing the patrons at the club. Most of them were women, though there were the male patrons who came every now and then. Even though the dancer was gay, he loved teasing the women who swooned over him. The way they squealed when he shot looks at them, winked at them... it made him happy, knowing he was desired.

When the music changed, he and a few of the other dancers strutted up to the main poles. He always sort of enjoyed the pole-dancing more than the others, but that was probably because he was better at it than them. So he gave it his all, sliding, moving, grinding, dancing on the pole with ease, earning screams and cheers from the patrons, screams of "Woo! Synyster!" and, "We love you!" erupted from the patrons. That was his name. Synyster Gates, best dancer at "The Temptation Lounge." If you didn't know better, it would sound more like a rock concert than a strip club. Synyster's gaze landed on a very muscular, very embarrassed-looking male patron in the audience. He clearly didn't enjoy being there. His shoulders were hunched a bit as he tried to keep his gaze away from the stage, giving him a pissed off/frightened look. Syn laughed to himself, deciding to try and get the man's attention. Oh, this would be fun.