stories

Stripper!Dean and Boss!Castiel

It was just another normal day at the club. Dean would come in round back with some of his co-workers, laughing and smiling at a joke Benny made. Until they would hit the dressing room, where Dean would flick his direction of sight to the right to see his boss, standing there in a perfectly fitted suit. One that fit his arms amazingly, outlining every muscle possible. His slacks sitting tightly around his perfect perky ass. Dean died a little inside every time. He longed for the touch of him. To feel his hands tracing every inch of his toned body.

His boss caught his eye, giving a small wink and a smirk, licking his perfectly plump lips. Dean felt his mouth dry up and his throat hitch. This happened nearly everyday. They would walk in and the boss would be there, ready to talk about the night and what bits he wanted the boys to do. He always asked if they had anything new, he was never the one to take complete charge over the boys lives and techniques but oh did Dean wan't him to. He fanaticised about the different ways his boss could fuck him. How he could use his perfect lips to get him ready for anything. But sadly, Dean never made a move. He never went up to the boss and asked him how his day was, or if they wanted to grab a cup of coffee. But this night was different.

Tonight, Dean was going to do his new routine. His costume was going to be the most skimpiest looking thing he had ever worn. He was going to make sure that every time he stuck his ass out into the crowd that the boss new it was for him. He wanted to make sure that the boss knew that everything was for him.
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The club had opened and Dean had done a couple of his old routines to get into the groove of things. But it was now his last performance of the night. The one where he would do his new routine. Dean was excited, everyone new it. The way he stood there, waiting to be called up. His hands slightly shaking from excitement but also nerves.

And then it was time, Dean was called back to the stage and the lights dimmed. There was a single chair place center stage all ready for Dean. The crowd cheered once the beginning of Beyonce's Partition played over the sound system. Dean walked in center stage, wearing a white button down shirt. The first couple of buttons undone exposing his chest. Black slacks covered his legs, fitting his ass perfectly. He looked up from his walk and saw the boss, standing in the corner away from the crowd. Dean swayed his ass even more catching his attention. He smirked, winking at the boss before sitting down on the chair so his back was facing the crowd.

"Driver roll up the partition please..."

The lyrics started playing through the speakers. Deans hands moved straight to his ass. His hands slowly gliding up his waist and into the air. His head turned to the right where the boss was standing. His full attention all on the way Dean's hands moved up and around his body. Dean new that his plan was going to work.
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The night was over. Everyone went home. The club was quiet. The only sounds, if any, that were heard were coming from the shuffle of papers from the boss' office. He had left his door open. He never leaves his door open for people to just walk in. Did he do it for Dean? Did he want Dean, to walk into his office, straddle his lap and hump him till he was rock hard? Or was he already rock hard? waiting, patiently for Dean's pretty little ass to walk in so he could fuck him against his desk?

Dean's thoughts wondered. I mean, Dean was the only one there (besides the boss) Everyone had left. It was just him and the boss.

Do it

So he did. Dean walked to the door of his bosses office and just stood there, waiting for him to look up. And once he did, Dean saw the smirk that was plastered onto his face.

"Took you long enough, boy"

"I-eh ah what?"

"I saw what you did. Do you think I'm stupid? You knew I was watching you, fuck I've been watching you ever since you started working here. You're one of my best dances and fuck, your ass is perfection. I'd kill so it could be mine"