Strip for Your Entertainment (boy x boy)

Strip chapter 1

Listen here people what I'm about to tell you here is my story. A story about a guy who hated everything, and fell for a guy that ended up being his everything. Now stop your Fan-girling  and see how all that shit happened..from the beginning...

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I sighed as I rested my chin against my leathered gloved hands while staring at myself in the mirror. Finally, I had just finished getting ready for work and now have about five minutes of piece before actually having to do stuff.

God I fucking hate Monday's.

I have to wake up around four o'clock to get ready for my morning run to the bakery, were I helped out by being a waiter and getting food for the 'Early Birds.' Then I had to be back at the house for six to get ready for school. Be at the bus stop by seven and spend the most torturing twenty minutes of my pathetic excuse for a life riding the bus and then go to school. Once leaving school around two-thirty-ish I have five minutes to go back home and change to head to the bar. Three hours later I leave and head for the club. Were I get ready and serve drinks for the drunks and maybe gets showtime if one of the other guys bail.

I really hate Monday's. They drag on too long!

"They started to come in, Light. Lift your ass up and attend to the customer's." My boss, Zach, commanded. That's my stripper fake name by the way. Light. My real name is Leo though.

I break my gaze from the mirror and stare at my perverted and fucking annoying boss. He eyed me up and down like I was a cool ice-cream on a hot summer day. "Coming boss," I mutter while standing up tall, giving him full view of my lanky body.

Zach walked over to me and drapped a muscular arm over my shoulder. The weight of it practically has me having trouble standing up. He uses his free hands to run his fingers up my netted leggings leg and stopping at the hem of my maid uniform.

Oh yeah, and did I mention that the beginnings of Monday are the beginnings of a new fucking dressing code? This week is the 'Slutty Maid' week. Weepie-do-fucking-day.

I grab hZack's wrist before he can go any further and he chuckles. Then he brings his face close and whispers in my ear. "You know, those leggings make you look so damn sexy," my grip on his wrist tightens as I yank it away from my dress. "Thank you for that valuable piece of information boss, but as you said, I must attend to the customers."

I walk out and leave my perverted boss behind.

I know what your thinking, 'Leo if you hate this job so much why don't you quit?' Well I can't. Moneys tight as it is these days and I'm saving up for collage. Plus the job pays well.

I stared at the small round tables and tried my best to ignore the drunk and lustful gazes of the people I have to serve.

God that sounded wrong.

Anyway, I walk over to this particular one were the guy isn't drooling over me, or even acknowledging me at the moment. I didn't really have a good look at his face, which I will undoubtedly regret later, and held the writing pad in front of mine. "Hello Sir," I said masking my hatred for this job and the entire useless universe with a cheery attitude. I held down the pad, still not meeting his gaze, and got my pen ready. "So what would you like for to—" I move the pad away from my face and then I stop myself once I saw who I was serving.

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! He's Reed Hunt! The guy that's in every one of my classes from high school and that will unfortunately recognize me. Before he looks up at me I pull the writing pad up to hide my face again. "Hmm?" He questions in his usual droned out voice. I bit my lip. What a fucked up situation I'm in right now.