Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter One

Sean's POV

I come in from the night, it was roughly 3 in the morning. I count the money in my hands. Mark walks by, shoving me harshly with his shoulder.

"Thanks, Mark." I smile sarcastically. It wasn't anything new. It was never anything new with him.

"You're welcome." He taunts, walking into the changing room.

"Could you guys quit eye fucking each other for once?" Mollie mutters, walking past me. I stride into the changing room, shimmying off my leather jacket.

"You were great tonight." Mollie says, tracing her hands down my now bare back.

"Thanks, not so bad yourself." I smile, unbuttoning my pants. Mark looks over at Mollie and waves her over. She walks over to him, her heels clicking behind her.

I pull on a pair of sweatpants and my tee shirt. Folding my clothes in my closet. I glance over to see Mark with his hands on Mollie's waist, hands inching closer to her ass.

They always seemed to be 'together' but not. Mollie has slept with everyone at least once, including me.

Tony, our boss, pops his head in. "The theme for next week is Classy, Rich. Ties and dress slacks for the guys please. Mollie, tight dress, stilettos." He says and smiles. He closes the door, only for it to be opened by Chance.

He comes up behind me and slaps my ass.

"Jesus Christ Chance!" I howl, putting my hand over the offended skin. I slap his arm. He giggles and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing down my neck.

"Why are you so cuddly?" I question.

"You're my best friend, why shouldn't I be?"

"Best friends don't give each other hickeys." I groan, pushing his head away from my neck.

Mark walks from the room, and I shove Chance off of me.

"Don't use me to make Mark jealous, please? I know you like him but don't use me." I say softly, so Mollie doesn't hear.

I walk out of the room without further question, and go and look at the schedules.

"I'm on the floor up until Friday?" I mutter to myself. I shrug it off, and walk outside and head home.

* Monday 2 PM*

I walk in, and set my keys in my locker and begin to get dressed for the day. I let out a soft groan as I look through my closet.

Mark shuffles in quietly, changing his clothes.

"What colors are you doing today?" I ask softly.

"Maroon tie, black shirt." He mutters.

"Green tie, white shirt." I say. We do this so we don't accidentally match.

I turn around, only to bump into Mollie. Dropping the pants from my hand.

"Shit sorry." I mutter out, bending down to grab my form fitting dress slacks. I rub the back of my neck. "Why are you in the men's changing room?" I ask cautiously. I look over her very form fitting dress, and stiletto heels.

"I just wanted to ask Mark about songs,  isn't he and Chance on the poles tonight?"

"Yeah.." I mutter. "Where even is Chance?"

"He's already out on the floor. I think he's cleaning up the bar before people get here." Mark chimes in. I look at him in the classy attire. Damn.

"You look great." Mollie says to Mark. I believe that they've always hooked up time to time.

"Oh, thanks." Mark mumbles, bending down to tie his shoes.

I turn back around, letting my pants drop to my ankles, I shimmy into the dress pants quickly.

"Mark can we go practice?" Mollie asks almost silently, pulling her lip between her teeth.

Yeah, Practice.

"Yeah give me a minute. Go ahead and get out there." Mark says, tying his tie.

I bend down and tie my shoes, and walk towards the mirror. I fix my tie, and pull up my boxers to show more of the bright green material;, showing through my unbuttoned slacks.

I fix my hair, and begin to shuffle out onto the floor for the night.

* * *

I walk into the dressing room, slightly tipsy and very sweaty. I take my loose tie off my neck and hang it on a hanger.

"Tony!!" I say. "I can't walk home.. Someone bought me some drinks. I'm too tipsy, and it's 3 in the morning. Can I take the night here??"

"That's fine." Tony says, poking his head into the dressing room.

"I think I need to as well." Mark says softly. "I'm drunk and I don't want to go home with Mollie."

"You two have to get along if I'm gonna let you both stay." Tony warns.

Mark and I look at each other and nod.

This may be a long night.