Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Three

Sean's POV

I let out a soft groan as I watch Mark spin and hook his leg around the pole.

"Sean, you're drunk." Mark says softly, hanging upside down.

"No. No. I'm just sleepy. That's all." I groan, stretching out and looking over at the empty bottles of bourbon.

Mark lands on his feet. And walks over to me. My phone buzzes, I look down at the screen to see Chance's name and throw it on the couch.

"Is Chance still giving you trouble?" Mark says, grabbing my wrist softly.

"He always does.." I groan. "I slept with him a couple times and now he's really clingy to me."

"Why does this upset you..?" Mark whispers. Grabbing the remote and turning down the music.

"It's just that I don't need the stress of him wanting to fuck me any chance he can get. He grabs my ass all the time and it doesn't bother me, but it bothers him. It bothers him that it doesn't phase me at all."

"I understand." Mark whispers. He grabs the other bourbon bottle and offers it to me. I drink down as much as I can, and look up at Mark. He grins and takes down some as well. He turns up the music, and begins to dance. I join in and grin at him. Mark pulls me closer.

After a moment of innocent dancing Mark spins me around, and pulls me into him.

He begins to grind into me, pulling on my yoga pants

"You're okay with this.. right?" Mark whispers into my ear and I lean back and place my head on his shoulder.

I let out a soft moan in response, and he bites down on my ear lobe. He runs his hands over my bare chest, running his nails over my skin. I spin around and face him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and begin to grind up closer to him.

My phone begins to buzz, and I tug it out of my pants with a groan, seeing it was Chance.

"I gotta answer him. Last time I didn't, he ended up coming to my house."

Mark grumbles a few unintelligible words.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Can I come over?"

"Erm.. I'm slightly busy." I say, walking towards the couch.

"I need you.. I miss you Jacky.." He whispers.

"I'm busy. I gotta go." I say, hanging up. I bury my face into my hands.

Mark sits down next to me and pats my back, rubbing small circles into it.

"He's obsessive." I whisper. "It's scary sometimes."

"How about you talk to Tony about it?" Mark asks.

"Tony says its my fault anyway. It's useless." I groan. My phone begins to buzz again. I reach for it before Mark snatches it off the couch. He turns it off and stuffs it in his pocket.

"Mark. He's gonna go to my house. Or come here." I whine.

"If he comes here, there's gonna be trouble." Mark says, his fingers trailing down my back soothingly. His slightly cold hands running down my warm back.

I glance up at Mark. "I really thought you hated me for a while. You were just so bitter."

"I never hated you. I was jealous of your abilities. You are so good on the pole, and on the floor." Mark chuckles. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I smile, "We're all good now, right?"

"Of course." Mark smiles. "I don't really have any friends. Other than Mollie. But she's... Not really a friend."

"I heard you guys constantly sleep together." I say

"Nah. Not anymore. She wanted a relationship. I didn't want that." He says softly, tracing the knobs of my spine.

I nod. I look up at the clock, it was 3:30am.

"Sean." Mark whispers.

I look over to him brushing his hair back, and grabbing my hand and pulling me up and turns the radio back on. It's The Hills by the Weeknd.

He begins to dance, and pulls me towards him dancing with me slow and with the beat. I grin at him and look down. A blush curls up on my cheeks.

"Ooh? Is that a blush I see? I didn't know strippers could be shy." Mark teases, pulling me closer to him.

I grin and wrap my arms around his neck, his face coming millimeters from mine. He mouths along with the chorus of the song.

I close the gap between us, as Mark slides his hands down my back; his hand stopping at the small of my back. His lips playful, like his attitude, against mine. I bite his lip, and pull back slightly, moving my hips against his. He pulls away and spins me around, grabbing my hips instantly.

He gently pulls me into him. He leans down to my ear, and I feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Clover, Are you okay with all of this?" Mark asks gently. I moan an "mhm" before pressing back against him harder. He lets out a soft growl, placing his hand on my lower abdomen, and pulls me closer."

He licks up the shell of my ear, nibbling at the skin behind it. "I need you."

I turn my head to face him, his lip catching mine for a brief kiss. I grab his hands and pull them up my bare chest. I turn around fully and look up at him.

"Private room?" I whisper, looking up at him innocently.

Mark nods quickly, lust filling his eyes. I grab his hand and lead him the room on the left, the room with a large couch and dim lighting.

This will be fun.