His Stripper

Ch. 1

🐱Fluffy Renos🐱

  I smirked walking onto the stage. The men in the audience cheering my name as I grabbed the pole in front of me and slid down. Men threw money at me and I let out a giggle. God I loved my job. The attention, getting paid for sex! Oh what else could be so perfect? I slid back up the pole, pressing my tongue against it and sliding up and down. Rubbing my body against it in the process. I pulled away from the pole and twirled around it. I ripped off my shirt and pulled down my skirt letting my panties show. Yeah, I'm a guy, so what? Men like me and I like them, simple. Plus, I get treated like royalty around here. My body isn't a common thing in boys. Yes, boys.. I wrapped my legs around the pole when I jumped up, my body slowly slid down. Men in the crowd threw more and more money at me. God this is amazing, I love it.

  One guy, with white hair threw a twenty dollar bill at me. “Crawl for it slut.” He said with a smirk on his face. I obliged and got onto my knees, crawling towards the money, picking it up with my mouth. When the song was over, I scrambled to get all of my money and head to the back room. Where I was provided with a fresh pair of clothes. I put my money at the side when I heard footsteps coming to my room. I turned to face the door. My boss, Teddy walked into my room. “Nice job out there.” He smirked watching me pull my fresh skirt up, to be honest, it covered almost no skin. But hey, I like money. I smiled at him. “Like I work every cock.” I said licking my lips and putting a new shirt on. “Nonetheless, good job.” Teddy smiled leaving the room. I let out a giggle and followed. Time to see who wants to go to the back room.. You see, the back room is where we strippers take our clients, to give them more of a private show. But of course it costs extra. Epically for me. I'm the most expensive twink this place has ever seen. And boy did I like it that way.

I walked out, looking around for anyone who might need my assistance. A man, a taller man came up to me. Jesus Christ he was hot. Black hair, blue highlights, glasses, muscular build. God I'd bend over for him any day. Be smirked at me. “You need something?” I asked putting my hand on his arm. “Yea actually..” He took hold of my hand and pulled me over to a chair. He sat down, putting his hands on my waist. God he's so fucking sexy. “How could I be of  assistance to you?” I ask leaning over to his ear and giving the shell a lick. He let out a deep chuckle, pulling two hundred dollar bills out of his pocket. “How much time would this get me with you?” He asked in a deep voice. It sent a shiver up my spine, I placed my hand on his knee. I've been offered more, but not usually. “About..” I passed a finger over the delicate bills. “Five hours.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “I want more than that.” He growled squeezing my ass. I let out a soft moan. “A bit more money will buy you a day.” I teased him. He fished three more bills from his pocket. “Five hundred.” He said blankly. I rubbed my chin. “Well, how long do you want me for?” I ask getting onto his lap, grinding my ass into his cock. He let out a groan, grabbing my chin making me look at him. “A date. I want to take you on a date.”

🐺Geist Ackerman🐺

  “A date. I want to take you on a date.” I say to the smaller male. He rose an eyebrow. “A date? Like sex all day?” I shook my head. “No. An actual date. My family is crazy rich.. So I can go on as many dates with you as I'd like.” I purred into his ear. There wasn't so much light in the club, so I couldn't see his adorable expression. “Well.. I mean, it's not against the rules..” He looked up at me, his blue eyes flashed. “I will.” I smirked. “Good..” He parted his perfect pink lips to say something, but got called for his show. “Awe, what a bummer.” He says standing up and running over to the stage. What could watching one  show do? It would be one of the hundreds of times someone as young as him would be stripping in front of men. I turned in my chair to watch. His amazing ass was on the poll, grinding against it. I felt my pants get tight around my crotch. Fuck this kid is good at this. He swung around the pole, tearing his top off. Men all over the club cheered loudly and threw so much money at him. I could tell he licked the attention.

  I looked over at his boss and walked over to him, while his show was still going on. If my plan worked, and he was mine, I’d get as many private shows as I could wish for. The taller male looked at me. “What?” He asked, I handed him my number and pointed at the sexy twink on stage, which was grinding and removing the rest of his clothes on the pole. “Give this to him will ya?” I took out about a thousand dollars from my pocket. “Along with this.” The male smirked and me and nodded. “Alright then boy, but be careful, that one isn't what he seems.” I smirked back at him and nodded. “Thanks for the heads up, but I got it.” I looked at the show one more time, the twink was licking and doing suggestions from men in the crowd. Damn he was hot. I let the building, wanting to get my plan into action as soon as possible.