Hale Yes

Chapter 7: Tension

Okay, so the whole 'fuck you Derek' thing wouldn't work, because Derek was still Stiles' boss, and he wanted to keep this job, so if he had to suck it up, he would.

After performing, Stiles felt the rush throughout his body, and he was no longer tired. As he headed back to the bar, many people cheered or made gestures at him, including his co-workers.

He had only passed out one round of drinks when Derek came over.

He jerked his head towards his office, but didn't look upset, and Stiles didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

He told Erica where he was going, before he followed after Derek.

Walking down the hallway was kind of weird, as the music got softer and softer and practically was gone when Derek shut his office door.

"You did really well out there, I've already got several people asking about you."

"Really? That's awesome!" Stiles tried to remain humble. "But uh, you taught me everything so."

"That's right, I did teach you everything," Derek took a step closer to Stiles. "Which is why I'm going to teach you how to give a lap dance."

Stiles face reddened.

"I thought you said-"

"I know what I said," Derek raised his palm. "And I was being a dick, so I'm going to show you."

"I mean you don't have to. . ."

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Get your ass on the couch." Stiles complied, but not without being turned on. He was worried.

"Obviously you will just lead your customer to the chairs and couches we have. Many people like to start differently, but typically men just like to climb right on." Derek swung his leg over Stiles lap.

"From here, you can kind of do your own thing, and modify it for the customer, some like it slow and seductive, some don't."

Stiles nodded, and the room was suddenly hot.

"You can tell by the way they move, their hands." Derek grabbed Stiles' hands and out them on his chest. "If they go slow," Derek moved Stiles hands down his chest and then up again. "then you go slow." He proceeded to slowly grind on Stiles slowly, still moving his hands.

"But, if they go fast, needy," he put Stiles hands around his back, and slid them down. "then you got faster, move sexier." He took his hands off of Stiles', leaving them there at the small of Derek's back, and grinding down fast, sticking out his ass more, and putting his hands on top of his head.

"Got that all?"

". . . Y-yeah." It took Stiles a little while to respond.

"Good." Derek got off of Stiles, which left Stiles' hard on out in the open.

Stiles flushed deep crimson, there was no way Derek could have seen or felt that.

"Don't worry about it, I'd be offended if you weren't. Your shift is up, you can head on home." He smirked.

Stiles took his offer, and practically ran out of the building and into his car, mortified.

Driving home his eyes prickled with tears. Derek probably thought it was hilarious. Stiles was a stripper for God's sake, shouldn't he be able to control a boner? Now Derek certainly knew that Stiles liked him.

Stiles tried to fall asleep, but couldn't, he was too worried. After three cigarettes, he headed back inside and tried again, and after an hour he finally fell asleep.