Not Much A Poet But A Criminal

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Frank had been putting up new posters around the outskirts of town, he'd updated the job offers, hoping a differently worded ad would attract new staff. He'd take just about anything he could get at this point.

It had been a few days since Pete quit, taking another one of his best dancers with him. Frank knew they were together, but he didn't care if that was the only reason he got him to quit too. He'd just about given up all hope and was preparing himself to admit defeat. Confronting the rest of the employees and dancers wasn't going to be pretty.

Frank had passed out at his desk from stress and lack of sleep when the door opened, revealing a mysterious stranger dressed all in black, a devious smile shining through the long black hair hanging over his face.

He approached the desk and sat down without making a noise, watching the sleeping man inquisitively.

He couldn't see Franks face, only his heavily tattooed arms crossed on the table beneath his sleeping head.

He watched him for a few minutes, taking in the feel of the room before coughing loudly to wake the man up.

Frank's head snapped up, angry from being woken yet again.

Their eyes locked and Frank immediately felt a strong urge build up in his chest. He didn't know who the strange dark man sitting in his office was but he was by far the hottest guy to ever enter the building.

He suppressed his rising need to slam the man against the wall and grind on his naked body.

Frank cleared his throat, a completely calm and unimpressed look falsely plastered on his face as he said "And you are?"

Gerard let out a deep chuckle before tilting his head to one side and replying "You need new dancer's right?"

Holy shit, he wants a job here? Frank was taken aback, no one ever seemed this interested in working as a gay stripper at his club. The usual reasoning was because they needed the money and it was 'a last resort' or some shit.

Frank leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together and staring at the man curiously.

"What's it to you? You into this shit?" He wasn't usually so blunt with new employees or dancers, but something about this mans presence made him want to tease and poke and see what he did.

"You want the truth or the usual answer? But I gotta say, now meeting who I assume is the boss of this club-" The man nodded towards Frank "I have even more reason to want the job" He smirked at Frank, who held his unimpressed stare.

Frank squinted at the man, weighing up his options in his head. Yes he was incredibley hot and would undoubtedly bring in a lot of new customers, but that was also the downside. Frank needed hot dancers but would always choose guys he wasn't too attracted to, preventing any restricted behaviour between himself and his employees.

It wasn't a habit of his, he'd only fucked a small amount of ex-dancers since opening the club, but it was never a serious thing. Its hard being around attractive half naked people all day every day, but he was usually good at controlling himself. It was on rare occasions that he let his guards slip and would drag one of the men to his office and tear off what little clothes he had left on.

Frank realised he'd been staring at the man for while now and decided on an answer. "Let me see you dance" He held a straight face as he pushed his chair away from the desk to get a better view of the man.

He stood up from his chair, still smirking down at Frank and tilted his head forward slightly, allowing his glossy midnight hair to cascade down his face.

He slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and slowly walked around the desk as Frank turned his chair sideways to meet him.

He grabbed Frank's shirt by the collar and pulled him out of his seat, pushing him against the desk. Frank leant against the edge as the man pressed his body against Franks, causing him to lean back until he was lying on his desk.

The man slowly climbed on top of Frank and ran his hands through his hair, before gripping tight and starting to grind against Franks crotch.

He kept eye contact, a devilish smile playing on his inviting lips. Frank was breathing heavily but trying to stay calm. He couldn't let the man know he was enjoying this so much.

The man removed one hand from Frank's hair and trailed it down his chest until he reached his crotch and started rubbing.

Frank let out a moan as the man grinned down at him.

Frank's heart had sped up and he was starting to sweat, but continued to play it cool so he didn't seem too desperate for the touch of this new mysterious guy lying on top of him.

He started rubbing harder, earning more reactions from Frank, then he removed his hand, only to unbuckle Frank's belt and slide it beneath his clothing to finish the job.

The man sped up his movements, adding more pressure onto Frank's body.

Frank moaned aloud again as Gerard lowered his head, his lips reaching Franks ear and whispering "You want me to fuck you sugar?"

Frank didn't reply, only tilted his head back trying to hold in another moan. He couldn't respond truthfully because he knew this shouldn't be happening. Although he was the boss and no one could come in and tell him off, he knew he shouldn't be getting intimate with a possible new employee. No matter how hot they were.

"Aah...fuck" Frank breathed as he released into the mans hand.

Frank sat up on the desk, regaining his regular breathing pattern as the man climbed off of him and returned to his chair.

Turning around to face the man, Frank calmly said "Not exactly what I asked you to do, but regardless, what's your name?"

The man smirked and looked up at Frank, responding to his request.

"Gerard"

Frank didn't reply, taking in the recent event that occurred in his office.

"So...do I get the job?" That same evil grin still playing on Gerard's face.

"Hmm...I guess so, but not because you jacked me off. I like you Gerard, I see something different in you, something that could really help this place" Frank allowed a slight smile to appear on his lips as he looked down at Gerard.

Gerard stood up from his chair, pulled his jacket back on and headed towards the door

"See you tomorrow, boss" He winked at Frank as he left the room.

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