The Stripper and the Bartender [Victuuri/Viktuuri] (DISCONTINUED)

7.

~A day later, first shift in the club~

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What a weird night I'll be having...
Yuuri sighed as he looked into the duffel bag that the club owner, Mr. Ackerman had given him when he first entered the strip club. He opened the bag, feeling the contents inside it. There wasn't a lot in the bag. It felt like only two or three clothing items. He couldn't explain the feeling of taking out the items, noting that there was a sparkly gold colored bow, sparkly gold colored boxer-like shorts with a silky black hem and black Adidas socks.
This wasn't his style at all. It seemed as if it was branding, the sparkling collection seeming like something you'd show off. He shook his head dismissively as he remembered the reason he was here in the first place - to solve a case.
As he was reminded of Viktor's flustered face the last time he was here, a smirk formed on his lips. The agent hadn't spoken a word to him since they drove off yesterday. Viktor seemed to be in his own world today. It was most likely because of the case, but Yuuri himself wondered if he was also thinking about Yuuri's dance yesterday.
Speaking of, the ravenette thought to himself, I need to get a mentor to help me out with more dances. I can't just do the same dance moves every shift...

The ravenette continued to let his thoughts for tonight corrupt his mind until he was fully dressed. He slathered the grip aid he'd received from the dresser next to him onto his hands and inner thighs. A few moments later, a short woman with short blonde pigtails came through the doorway. She wore a nice, long sleeved,white button up that showed off her pushed up cleavage. The button up was tucked into some black high waisted shorts.
"The manager wanted me to ask if you're ready." She informed the ravenette.
"Aah," Yuuri smiled at the girl. "I'm nervous, but I'll make it through. Thank you for asking."
The girl smiled back, leaning against the doorway. "No problem."
As Yuuri began to walk out of the doorway, he felt her hand find a place on his shoulder and pat him lightly with her fingertips.
When he turned, she was still smiling at Yuuri.
"Knock 'em out, kid. Ackerman knows you can do it."

He grinned at the woman, walking away and going out to the crowd, where his stage would be around. The room was dimly lit, so the people around the entrance would not notice the strippers walking towards their stages from outside the room. Yuuri hurried to his stage, which was across the room and around the bar, where Viktor was placed at the moment. Even in the dark, he could still feel the older man's eyes glued to him, but he could not tell why.
It doesn't matter anyway, Yuuri thought to himself. What matters is that the club opens in a minute and I need to keep a watch out for anyone who looks suspicious.

Soon enough, the lights began to turn on above Yuuri's stage, notifying Yuuri to begin. He sighed, giving himself a head start and began sliding gracefully around the pole and towards the ground. As he got up to be begin his sequence, he saw people already crowding around his stage or staring at him in awe from the entrance. As he noticed Viktor roll his eyes and begin to shake up drinks for his early customers, Yuuri already new the first night would be the longest.

~An hour later, Viktor's POV~

"Hey, you're cute..."

The grey haired male turned around to see a guy with chocolate brown hair that fell to his shoulders. Viktor could tell tell he was the one who said it since the chocolate haired boy was the only one staring at Viktor with a smirk on his face.

The grey haired male smiled back at him softly. "Not so bad yourself. Can I get you anything, sir?"
The man nodded. "Martini. Straight and dirty."

"Gotcha."

As Viktor pulled out a martini glass and set it on the side, he could feel the man staring darting holes at his back. When Viktor turned around to start getting the ingredients, he noticed the male was in fact staring at him, his head cocked to the side and his lips formed into a smirk.