Imagine If....

Mark was a Stripper...

Title kind of explain's it all haha. Once this idea entered my head, I HAD to write this!! Now Mark is a stripper, Your Welcome XD

You noticed it was rather chilly for a Saturday night in California as you stepped out of your best friend's car. You yanked at the edge of your skirt in an attempt to pull it down. Not only did you feel exposed in your attire, but where you were at as well. 

Your eyes scanned the white concrete building that was surrounded by flashing pink and purple lights. The bright sign that hung above the entrance read, "The Hollywood Men" in big letters. Yep, your best friend Annabel dragged you to a male strip club. Out of all the places in the world to take you for your 25th birthday, it was a strip club. The night had barely begun and you already hated her. 

"Remind me again why I let you fucking drag me here?" You asked as you glanced back at your best friend. As you looked into her eyes, you watched as a bright gleam seemed to take over her stone grey eyes. 

"Because Y/N, it's your birthday! You need to let loose and have fun! What better way to do so then go to a strip club huh?" Annabel exclaimed, waving her arms around in all of the excitement.

"You do realise that this isn't going be like some routine in Magic Mike right?" Even though I didn't want to go in, I found myself following in her footsteps as she walked towards the entrance.

"Of course! Besides, this is my one night of freedom away from Nick, enjoy this for me, ok?" Annabel set her eyes back on you as she pouted her plump lips slightly. You had to fight the urge it as her eyes slowly started to give you the puppy dog eyes. You didn't know what it was, but her puppy dog look got you every time.

"Alright, alright! I'll try to enjoy myself tonight." Annabel let out a loud squeal, causing your hands to fly up towards your ears. Your hands were only over your ears for a few seconds before you had removed them, and walked into the building. 

Flashing lights of all different colors assaulted your eyes the minute you had stepped into the building. As the lights slowly blinded you, the loud music playing through the speakers slowly made you go deaf. You weren't able to tell exactly what song it was, but you were pretty sure that was some sort of sexy, techno music, or at least that's what it was trying to be. As you glanced towards the front of the room, you saw an empty stage, but it was obvious the next dancer was getting ready for his routine by the various people that were shuffling around on the stage.

Before you knew it, Annabel had latched onto your wrist and dragged you off towards a table in the back. On your way towards the table, Men in various states of undress sauntered passed the two of you, whether they were being dragged away by women or silver trays with drinks placed on them were in their hands.

Both you and Annabel sat down in the plush leather booth and began to relax. Damn, these booths were comfortable as hell. It wasn't long before a 'construction worker' came up to you. When you turned your head to look towards him, your eyes were met by the surprisingly defined six pack that was being showcased by the opened worker's shirt.

Dragging your eyes up towards the man's face, you saw that he had a small look of enjoyment on his face.

"Welcome to The Hollywood Men. What can I get you lovely ladies to drink?" The man asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

"I'll have a Sex on The Beach while the birthday girl here, will have a Strawberry Daiquiri.." The guy's eyes lit up when he heard birthday girl.

"Well Lucky lady, happy birthday! I don't do birthday shows, but another guy on shift does. Have your friend ask for a guy who goes by the name 'Smark', he'll give you a good show. I'll have your drinks back here shortly." The guy winked towards us as he walked off towards the bar. It was hard to keep your eyes off his ass as he walked off.