Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Two

Mark turns his back to me, as Tony leaves and locks up the building. Mark instantly turns around, and turns the corner to the bar.

I huff out a sigh, sitting down on the bench. Pulling off my pants and pulling on some yoga pants. I decide against a shirt, I turn the corner, and see Mark drinking bourbon from the bottle.

"Well if you're gonna waste a bottle at least share. " I say quietly. He jumps slightly, spilling some on the floor; turning to face me.

He extends the bottle to me, and I walk to him and take it from his grasp. I drink down a few swallows, before the burn causes me to stop. That was going to kick in here in about 10 minutes.
Mark leans against the bar and takes the bottle from me.

"Mark do you hate me?" I blurt out. He looks up at me, eyebrows pulling together and frowning.

"Sean I don't hate you. That's a misconception." Mark says, his eyes to the floor and his finger tracing the rim of the bottle. "I envy you."

"What?"

"Ever since you came, Clover, you stole the show. You were smashing it. I saw your first nights tips. You got over 500 dollars that night. Lap dances alone." Mark says calmly. "I'm just tough on you."

I lower my eyes, "I think I understand. I'm sorry." My heart pounds in my chest, I finally got my answer. I look up at him and offer a weak smile, and I got one in return.

"So. We're okay?" I say before I could think of anything else.

"Yeah. We're okay. Let's go watch a movie or something."

We both sat down in the lobby, using the Roku to pick out a movie from Netflix.

"How about 'Pulp Fiction'?" Mark suggests. I nod, "I love that movie."

"I'm gonna get changed." Mark says, standing up. "Don't start it without me."

He came back, in compression shorts and no shirt. I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You've seen me in worse!" Mark giggles, sitting down next to me.

About thirty minutes into the movie, I look over to see Mark asleep. I stand up, and stretch him over the span of the couch, and grab the blanket he was using and lay it over him. I turn off the tv and go to the other couch.

The next morning's practice was amazing, no tension, just giggles and fun. I spin around the pole, still in nothing but yoga pants.

"Keep your leg straighter." Mark suggests. I straighten my leg, trying to keep my momentum going.

I move into a sit, and look at Mark.

"It's nice to know I have you as a friend now."

"I wouldn't say friend just yet, Clover." Mark winks. My heart flutters and sinks at the same time.

"Why do you call me Clover." I giggle, placing my feet on the ground. "Usually only the people who want my attention for lap dances call me that."

"I think it suits you." Mark smiles, turning down the music. I look over his features, how his eyes curl when he smiles, his canines just poking out from his lips. But his smile seemed broken.

"Mark what are you?"

Mark looks up, confused. "Human, Korean, German.."

"No. I mean sexuality." I interrupt.

"Oh.." Mark trails off. "I'm gay." He says rather quietly.

My eyes narrowed and my eyebrows furrowed.

"I know. I go after girls on the floor a lot. I know. It's dumb." He mumbles the last part.

I nod my head, and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Jeez Sean." Mark mumbles before hugging me back.
"You know you can talk to me if you ever need it."I whisper in his ear. I feel him nod.

"You're an absolute doll." Mark whispers, rubbing my back.
"Let's get to practicing."

* * *
Mark and I get into our clothes, I tie my tie, and pull my belt through my belt loops. Chance walks in, and pulls me by my tie to his lips.

I push my hands against his chest, pushing him off slowly. I look up at him, fire in my eyes. Silently telling him to never do it again.

Mark looks up and immediately back down, trying to adjust himself in his new pants.

"I'm on the floor with you tonight Mark." I say quietly. Walking out the dressing room quickly.

* * *
"C-Can we stay here again tonight." Mark whispers in my ear.

"Yeah. If you want to." I mutter, loosening my tie.

"Guys. Could you quick the dirty talk for two seconds. Next week is demons. I just ordered black contacts for all of us. Also, Sean. I got you green, fake, gauges, and I got you both long black nails. Your ring finger is gonna be your respective color. Jack, you're green. Mark you're red."

"Now that's a kink I can get into." I mutter.

Mollie walks out, as Mark pulls off his shirt. I look over his chest and see claw marks.

"Who've you been fucking? Hm???" I grin, nudging him slightly.

"A guy in a private room clawed down my chest and it felt too good for me to stop him. So I let him." Mark shrugged.

"That's a big no no. You can't let him do that. He will want to fuck you next time he comes in." I say, running my hand over the red, angry skin.

"I already told him it was a one time thing." Mark says, grabbing my wrist before pulling me out to the bar.

"Mark. I'm in my underwear" I say, covering myself slightly.

"I've seen you in worse." He grins, taking the bottle of bourbon from last night and takes a swig.

I turn around, and kick off my shoes. Left in nothing but my underwear.

"Let's get on the poles." Mark giggles like a small child.

"Then let me get some shorts on." I say back, shuffling to the dressing room.