Bare Skin| Septipler |

First Encounter

Mark and his friends were entering the strip club in the downtown area, having a guys night out. The posters near the admission was covered by an advertisement for the new, and first, male stripper. There were no pictures, but the rumors were that they called him Lucky Charm due to his bright green hair and Irish accent. Today was the first day he was going on stage, and Mark was here to see it.

Mark had only ever been brought to a club for his 19th birthday with a family friend. That night however, was when Mark had his first hint that he wasn't exactly in to women. 3 years have passed since that, and Mark was now out of the closet.

Exactly one month ago, his boyfriend cheated on him with their pool boy, making Mark throw him out of the house. However, Mark's friends were super exited when they found out about it because they thought he never really fit in with their group. That was the main reason they were having a guys night out.

They all sat down in a lounge area, just in time for the event to start. Two girls left the stage passing by the young man, wearing a fishnet vest and booty shorts with chains hanging in the belt loops.

Mark's attention left his friends, and rested in the eye-candy before him. For a first show, he was fantastic! Mark thought. He could feel himself reaching for his wallet and placed a five in the stage.

Lucky looked at Mark and gave him a small smile. Mark winked back and sat by his friends who teased at Mark's new interest.

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Lucky– or should I say Jack, walked off the stage into the managers office in the back. He placed his earnings on the table.

"I-I finished my dance. W-what else should I do?" Jack spoke, a hint of fear in his tone.

"Lap dances." The chair swiveled around to face him. "But save the best for me, and maybe I'll let you take some of that hard earned cash." The voice coming from the older man in the chair was an obvious sign that he was a smoker. Either that or he was a profound yeller. Jack always wished it was the former.

He made his way into the main room of the club, smiling to everyone and winking at people all around. He felt a tap on the shoulder, and turned to see a twenty in his face.

"Care for a dance?" The deep voice coming from Mark's mouth hummed out. Whistles were being called behind him and Jack nodded slowly, leading Mark to one of the rooms.

Mark sat on the comfortable seat and Jack proceeded to dance on him. Mark, every now and then, would slip his hands around Jack's body along with a dollar bill.

Jack felt something different about this mans touch, and the touch of the man who has been with him since he was 13. It felt a little more, how would I say, enjoyable? Yes. Enjoyable. So enjoyable, that Jack hadn't realized the song had ended. He removed himself from the man, and nodded his head as Mark left the room.

Mark had a smile on his face when he came back to the lounge area with his friends, ending the night on a good note.

Jack went back to the managers room after the club closed, and once again placed his earnings on the table.

"S-sir," he took a deep breath, "I gave out 5 dances, is that too much?"

The man on the chair stood up. He was of course the owner of the Strip Club. His name was Carter Grey. He had a muscular build, and was much taller than Jack.

"As long as you make mine longer. I might want a little more after that, today has been a stressful day." Carter grabbed Jack's wrist and took him into the back room.

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Back at Mark's place, he was getting ready for bed. His mind kept wandering to Jack's body, and how smooth it was.

Mark had of course, made plans to go to everyone of his shows.