Viktor walked into the strip club. The music blasted loud in his ears as he scanned the familar room, he has no shame to say that he's been here before. He walked over to the bar and ordered a beer, watching the dancers as his drink was being made. Neon pink letters lit up the dark room and posters of naked men and women lined the walls. In the middle of the room was the stage, surrounded by chairs occupied by drunk men whistling at the women on the poles. Other strippers were strutting the floor, handing out shots of liquor to customers. The bartender passed Viktor his drink and he took a sip, savoring the bitter taste. A figure walked towards him, he couldn't make out their face but he heard the click-clack of heels become louder with each step. When they were close enough, Viktor could see the true beauty of him. His lucious black hair was slicked back away from his face, his chest was toned and shining even in the darkness, presumbly from baby oil. He was wearing short shorts that showed off his ass as he walked away. His legs were scupted in the best way possible and, wow, Viktor couldn't take his eyes off of him. The man must've felt eyes piercing into him because he turned to face the russian and smirked, walking back to him. Viktor's heartbeat instantly increased and he heard the click-clack-click-clack of those heels again. Viktor gulped harshly as the man towered over him. The man sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around Viktor's neck, his face inches from his own. "Like what you see?" he asked, voice deep and hot against Viktor's face. Or maybe that was just the blush creeping up to Viktor's ears. Viktor gulped yet again as the man ran his fingers through gray locks, running his hands up and down his arms shortly afterwards. He started to grind into the russian man's lap and fuck did he hope his slowly growing erection wasn't noticeable. But almost as soon as he started, the man left his lap and walked off, leaving Viktor a blushing mess. He turned around though, making a motion for the other to follow him. He quickly rushed after him, almost as if he was in a trance. This man, whose name he hasn't learned yet, was quite..interesting. Viktor's eyes glazed over the other's muscular back, wandering down to his ass yet again. His mind wandered but was shortly brought back when they entered a private room. It was small but had a sofa bed and a boombox on a table near it. The shorter man pushed the other onto the sofa bed. Viktor watches in pure amazement as the man walked over (he swore he was swinging his hips on purpose) to the boombox and hits play. The stripper walks back over to the sofa bed and whispers "one song only" into the russian's ear. The music starts up, the beat practically shaking the floor, and the man moved. The curves of his hips, the abs on his chest, everything started moving to the beat of the music. He made the music his own. He turned around and Viktor got a better picture of the stripper's body, engraving every inch of it into his mind. He could see every muscle in his back move with every slight movement. The stripper grinded his ass in Viktor's lap again. "You can touch if you want, but don't ever take your eyes off of me." The gray-haired man reached his hands out to touch the man's hips, digging his fingers into the stripper's hip bones. He felt up his back, burning hands wanting to move fast to explore more and more of his body. The stripper got back up and turned around again, rolling his hips until his ass was grazing Viktor's dick. Viktor's gasped out loud, earning a smirk from the other man. Viktor bit his lip, almost drawing blood. He began touching the stripper's chest, lingering his fingers over every ab. The russian looked up to the man, seeing him lick his lips and look down at him through thick eyelashes. He wanted him, he wanted him right then. But he couldn't have him. He barely knew anything about this man except he was very good at his job. The stripper put his hands on top of Viktor's and guided his hands over his own body, a very visible blush rising onto Viktor's cheeks. The man leaned in close to his face, his warmth making Viktor's face become more and more red. Then, silence. "Song's over," the man said. He got up from Viktor's lap, leaving Viktor gasping for air. He didn't realize he was holding his breath. Viktor was still processing what happened when he heard "My tip, please." Viktor nodded violently and reached into his pocket, pulling out $50. The stripper held it up to the light and slipped it into his shorts. "Very much appreciated," he smiled, and Viktor's heart skipped a beat. He started to walk away before Viktor called out to him again. "W-what's your name?" he asked nervously. He chucked, "Yuri" he replied. "I'll be back," the russian said. Yuri laughed to himself and walked back up to Viktor, slipping his arm around his waist. "I know you will," he replied. Yuri lifted Viktor's chin with one finger and leaned in again, their mouths centimeters apart. At the last second, Yuri kissed Viktor's cheek. He felt down Viktor's chest for a split second before walking away, swaying his hips again because he knew that Viktor would be watching him. The russian stood there, completely frozen. "I'll definately be back next week," he thought.
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