"JACK!" screamed a voice from the empty stage.
"WHAT, YA DOOZY BASTARD?!" Jack replied, strutting out. The strip club was empty and would be for another few hours. Opening time - 8:45pm, closing time - 3:15am. Jack worked through all the working hours. The men (and woman) in the audience loved Jack and had given his the appropriate nickname of 'The Irish Angel' which was now his stripper name. Jack wasn't exactly open about his job and tended to say he worked in the 'Entertainment Industry' which wasn't incorrect, just very vague. Jack actual loved his job because he made so many friends there. He (and a few others) lived in a small apartment next to the 'Gay Dancing Beauty's' strip club and he loved living there. He lived with a few men: Anthony Padilla, Felix Kjellberg and Philip Lester. They were good dancers but they weren't as good as Jack. They all had their favourite clients: Phil had a man called Dan Howell, a young, tall man with brown hair; Anthony had Ian Hecox, a gamer and Felix had Cry, an anonymous man who paid him for photos which Felix happily supplied. Jack really wanted the kind of connections the men had with their respectable others. Phil was even leaving at the end of the month because Dan wanted them to start a relationship! Jack couldn't be happier for him but was very curious of how it felt.
-FLASHBACK TO THREE DAYS BEFORE-
"I can't wait, Dan! Thank you so much, babe! I'll talk to you later. Bye, baby!"
" *wolf whistle* What's goin' on, Lester?" Jack laughed, pausing his game.
"You won't believe what Dan just told me!" squealed Phil.
"Try me, bro."
"Dan want's me to move in with him! He just asked me to be his boyfriend!"
"Really?" asked Anthony who overheard their convocation. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at Phil's ecstatic behaviour. Phil nodded.
"I asked him about my job and he said if I enjoyed doing it, because I have such a good body, I could carry on if I wanted..."
"Don't tell me you are, though." Jack interrupted, frowning.
"Of course not, silly! I'm going to start an internet career!"
"Porn?" asked Anthony.
"NO! I'm done with this! YouTube! I'm going to make vlogs with Dan, I can't wait!" finished Phil. Jack laughed and said:
"When are you leaving?"
"End of this month but I won't do anymore private shows. I want Dan to be happy."
"I thought he was..." Jack said, confused.
"Yeah," Phil shrugged, "but I have a boyfriend now and I don't want him worrying. He's even going to support the club so we get better pay! He think's we're brave!"
"Not really. Mostly, we're just stable drunks!" laughed Anthony, winking at Jack who nodded and gave him the 'I am Irish' look. The three laughed and went back to their things, Jack talking to Phil about changing his routine a little so he felt happy. They were interrupted by Felix walking in from his show.
"How was it?" asked Phil.
"DICK GAME SMALL!" laughed Felix, causing them all to go into hysterics.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
"I'm expecting you to do even better tonight."
"Why?"
"You're going to be preforming for a very special guest tonight; Mark Fischbach, the man who pays for this club. He wants our best and brightest."
"Why?"
"Stop saying 'why'! He just wants to be sure we're doing a good job with you lot. He's okay with Lester's relationship."
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