What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[30] your voice is my happy place

Perfect Places - Lorde

Summary

Josh is a male stripper.

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Josh thrust his pelvis forward, running a hand down his glistening chest and stopped at the muscle leading down into the tight briefs he was wearing, earning him a few cat calls from the audience.

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hands went higher and hung behind his head as he began to gyrate his hips to the steady beat of the music, inching closer to a man holding out a few notes. He wasn't sure how much it was but he was always willing to entertain their need to try and touch his body.

Josh grinned wildly for the middle aged man as he pushed the bills into his tight underwear, letting his fingers slip deep into it before Josh sadly moved out of his grasp and turned his back to the audience, hooking his thumbs in the waistline of the underwear and gently slid it down, teasing the audience that was driven mad by the view.

The song was drawing to a close, and Josh slid across the stage, legs apart to show the bulge in his underwear under the fluorescent glow of the club's neon lighting. He got back to his knees to the eager whistles of the patrons, a few of whom had slid a few bills into his stuffed underwear once he was close enough. Another toothy smile, and Josh bounced off the stage as another performer was making his way onto Josh's previous place.

Almost as fast as it was over, the next dancer in Josh's place had the crowd rapt with attention as he started gyrating to the new beat.

Josh pushed the notes further into his underwear to prevent them falling out and stopped walking when he arrived at the bar, seating himself at one of the two vacant stools in the center. A few of the other guys seated at the bar either had their noses in their drinks or directed towards the stage to enjoy the show.

"Hey Josh," the barman said, stepping up behind Josh as he wiped down the inside of a glass. "Great show tonight."

"Thanks Ty," Josh answered, smiling as Tyler handed him a few shots of the drink he always had after his dances were over - a vodka, RedBull and lemon concoction. He bit down on the slice of lemon after downing the three small glasses.

With most of the patrons occupied, Tyler took the time to lean over the counter a bit and talk to Josh; something his job rarely allowed him to do since he was always moving from end to end serving drinks.

"That the new kid?" Tyler asked, pointing to the twenty-ish brunet guy on stage that currently had his ass faced to the crowd as he thrust up and down towards the ground.

"Yeah. He's really good," Josh watched as the dancer had some of the crowd leaning over the edge of the stage, eager to get ahold of any of his glistening body. The newbie grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "Spent the day yesterday showing him how things worked here, but he's a natural."

"Yeah, well he's learning from the best," Tyler gushed as Josh turned his attention away from stage, giving Tyler a wide smile.

"What time does your shift end?" Josh stood from his stool, pulling the notes from his briefs and curling them into a neat pile to hand to Tyler for safekeeping, as he did most nights.

"Just after eleven. You need a ride home?" Tyler took the money and slid it into his pocket, briskly feeling the heat rush to his face at the appreciative smile that Josh was giving him.

"Thanks. You're a star, Ty," Josh said, "just got one private dance left them I'm done for the night."

And with that, Josh was off from the bar just as someone filled his seat and took Tyler's attention away to get him a drink. As far as gay strip clubs went, this one wasn't half bad. It had it's fair share of high end clients, willing to spent more than enough on the ensemble of scantily clad boys that were available to dance, but it wasn't an entirely sophisticated event. Drinking, cat calling and occasional brawls were a regular part of the scene.