The Sinner is You

Chapter One

Chester hummed quietly to a random tune stuck in his head, entering the building that flashed intense, neon lights. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his blonde hair as he walked past several dancers and patrons, some whistling at him - being regulars. He rolled his eyes and headed to the back to get ready, passing rooms that amplified the sounds of sex and pleasuring moans. He shivered slightly at the thought that he'd be in that exact position once again several times tonight.

He ran through his work schedule several times in his head, debating on what to wear tonight. He entered the room that he takes special customers to and dug through the drawers that rested next to the bed. He'd normally wear whatever the customer wished, but when he started the night, his outfit is the most important part of his work day. He usually went by a few different names in the club, depending on what he was wearing. He was primarily called "Angel" or "Kitty" because of his innocent looks, which most of the customers preferred.

He internally groaned, realizing he needed to wear whatever would attract the most people, as he was running low on money. He just hoped none of them were rough with him tonight, so he could continue to work late. He pulled out the smallest shorts he could find, which were ripped in several parts, and a tight-fitting shirt that stuck to his skin. He skipped on shoes and looked in the mirror, deciding not to wear his glasses. His innocence played a huge role in his work and looking as if he was going out for a summer walk was something a lot of his regulars loved - most never made him change his outfit.

He was about to leave the room, when he spotted a pair of cat ears on the bed, next to angel wings that appeared as though they went along with a Halloween costume. He rolled his eyes again, knowing his boss wanted to up his pleasing factor. He ignored the accessories on his bed and headed out the door again, when his boss pushed him right back in.

"Hello, Chester. It seems you haven't noticed the gifts I left for you," He said, knowing very well that Chester had simply ignored them. The boss eyed him up and down, letting out a soft chuckle. "You're going to wear that?"

"I wore this last week and got more customers than I usually get in a month's work," Chester countered, waiting for his boss to object that.

"Well, I think this will appeal to your target audience," He smirked and picked up the pair of cat ears. "I think going with a feline perspective is perfect for you tonight, so damn fussy."

"Fuck you," Chester snapped, but snatched the cat ears away from him and stuck them on his head. His boss smiled and fitted the ears to him better and was about to head out again, when he felt a hand around his arm, pulling him back again. He heard a marker cap twist open and moaned in frustration.

"You need some whiskers, Kitten," He laughed and Chester held still as his boss drew on his face, though he would rather him draw a cock on his forehead. His boss pulled away and gave him a smile.

"Are you done? I have to fucking dance now," Chester scowled, knowing this was the part he hated the most. He only agreed to being a stripper, so he could get away with the occasional prostitution. The only part about the dancing he enjoyed was the music and he was able to pick the songs for himself everyday he worked.

"Yeah, yeah, go make us some money," His boss encouraged and Chester sighed, finally heading out of the room. He was glad that his boss seemed to be in a good mood tonight, otherwise it would mean hell for Chester, as he was the boss' favorite stripper. He was one of the few who worked in the building that didn't look as though they were on every drug imaginable. Chester did his fair share of drug abuse, but it never demolished the innocent looks that drove the customers wild.

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Mike stared at his reflection in the mirror, debating whether or not he was seriously going to do this. His breath was shaky and his hands trembled at the exciting thoughts buzzing around in his head. He was nervous, but knew it was about time he explored the world of homosexuality. His hands ruffled his chin and cheeks, feeling up the stubble he always wore. He was wondering if he should shave for tonight, not knowing enough about the gay community and assuming they all wanted someone with a smooth face. He shook his head, realizing how stupid he would sound if he told that to anyone.

He grabbed his mouthwash and poured some into his mouth for the several time today. It wasn't every day he decided he'd explore a gay strip club. He gurgled the foul tasting liquid and spat it out into the bathroom sink, rinsing his mouth with cold water. He eyed his mess of a hair, but decided to keep it that way to reflect how he felt inside. He chuckled at that thought and exited the bathroom.

"Work called, they wanted me to come in late. I'll see you in the morning," Mike muttered to Anna, who was already in bed.

"At this hour?" His wife asked in disappointment. She sat up and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck, who was leaning down over her. She smirked, "I wanted to have some fun tonight."

"I'm sorry, work's work," Mike shrugged her off of him and she laid back down in bed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, pulling away and walking towards the bedroom door. "Sweet dreams."

He wiped at his mouth furiously as soon as he was out of view, trying to rid himself of the scent of her. He loved Anna, he truly did, but he never loved her the way she loved him. He could never feel that way about her or any other women.

He realized he was gay not long after the two married, as he couldn't get excited over moments that were meant to be thrilling and arousing. He'd force himself to pleasure her, but he hadn't attempted to go all the way since their honeymoon, saying he didn't want to risk pregnancy until they were ready - which he knew deep down would never happen. The only reason why she hadn't questioned Mike further is because of the fact that he manages to think of guys whenever she's trying to get him off. Mike's sexuality frustrated him from the moment he realized he preferred men, as it made his life with Anna impossibly difficult. For him, it was like making out with a friend that didn't drive any sexual desires.

He was forcing himself to live a lie, but tonight, he could finally be true.

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Co-Author's Note:

Hello! It's BSkyeSoldier, collaborating with the one and only @T-Rex_Taco. Please leave any thoughts you have on the story thus far and feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you will enjoy this collab story and stick with us as we try chapter by chapter to unravel a great story. Next chapter, will be her turn and I'm utterly excited to see all the elements she'll be adding to this story. (I will be trying to make my chapters in the future much longer.)

Thank you for reading,

~BSkyeSoldier