Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Prologue

THIS IS AN NSFW FIC.
CONTAINS: Strippers, Smut scenes,
angst in some areas.
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Sean walked into the strip club, his hands in his pockets. He looks around, pulling his hood down. He stops one of the strippers, "Where can I find the owner?" 

He leads him to a big office, and he pokes his head in and turns to Sean. The man was on the shorter side, not shorter than Sean. He had black hair, and looked somewhat Asian. Muscular build. He was confident in what he is. 

"He's in there." He smiles. He saunters off, turning the corner towards the poles. 

Sean knocks on the door, and opens it slowly. A tall man in a suit worked at his desk, "Yes?" 

"I-I came for an application." Sean says softly. 

He looks up. "We don't do applications here." 

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sean says quickly. Walking towards the door.

"No, wait. I mean we do things differently." He says. "I'm Tony." 

"Sean. Sean McLoughlin." Sean says. 

"To become a stripper here.. I have to examine you. It's kind of like a test. It's easy." Tony says, standing to his feet. He locks his door. "Can you take off your shirt? Don't be shy around me." 

Sean looks taken aback, his eyes widening. "O-Okay. I guess you can't be shy in this line of work, can you?" Sean takes his shirt into his hands and pulls it over his head. 

Tony's eyes flicker over him, "Turn around." Sean obeys.

"Are you a quick learner?" Tony asks, "Flex for me."

"Yeah, why?" Sean asks, flexing his abdomen and biceps.

"Have you worked on poles before?" Tony asks.

"In my free time." Sean answers

Tony begins to circle him. "You can put your shirt back on." 

Sean grabs his shirt, his nerves on fire. Worried that is was a bad sign.

"Here." Tony says, pulling a paper from his desk. "Sign there." 

"What's this for?" Sean asks, picking up a pen.

"A wavier. If you get hurt we aren't responsible. If a guest hurts you they will have all possible charges pressed against them by the strip club." Tony smiles. "You'll have to shave your torso and legs, but other than that, I think you'll be good. You'll have to show me what you have to offer on the poles tomorrow morning." 

Sean opens his mouth and then closes it. He leans down, and signs the long wordy paper.

"You'll be paid 9 bucks an hour. We get 50 dollars of your tips. You get the rest." Tony says, sitting down at his desk. "Chance will teach you the ropes tomorrow night. Be here at 6pm sharp. You leave around 3 in the morning. Chance will explain the rest." 

Sean smiles widely, "T-Thank you." 

"See you tomorrow morning." Tony smiles.