Infinitesimal

Chapter 6

Watch the first minute or so of the video if you want a visual of some of the dances Stiles is doing (especially ass slapping)... I need Jesus.

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Ever since she'd seen Stiles from across a field, Lydia had wanted to see more of him.

Now though, with Stiles thrusting into the air - wearing a ridiculous navy blue cop costume - right in front of her eyes, she thinks there isn't much more to see. It's almost as if she's not looking at the same closed off person as before. He's in handcuffs again, but this time they easily pop off when he pulls his hands apart to slap his own ass - it makes a loud, unmistakable noise and Lydia flinches.

"Holy shit." Kira whispers from next to her, lips parted in surprise and eyes wider than the moon and sun combined. She looks, as the internet would describe her 'shook'. Lydia must mirror Kira's expression because she's rather shook as well.

Several more men make their way out onto the stage, multicolored lights focusing on each one of them as someone announces their humiliating stripper names over a speaker. Thunder Thighs, Hugh G. Rection, The Bulk, Golden Boy and Hog Terminator all make an appearance, each with thrusting hips.

The crowd cheers, most of the girls leaving their dance partners and flocking to the front row to watch the event. Stiles is the star of the show though, and he makes sure to tease everyone in the audience by asking who wants him to take something off, only to remove his hat and throw it into a group of squealing females. God, it's as if they're some strangely sexual boy band, Lydia thinks to herself.

She's soon shoved back by a gawking Malia and an uncomfortable Scott and Isaac who linger behind the three girls, eyes expecting their shoes as if they're the most interesting thing in the world. Malia is so close she looks as if she's going to climb on the stage and hump Stiles like a rabid dog, but she thankfully manages to restrain herself.

"These two fucking idiots made me miss the start of the show." Malia hisses. "What did I miss?" She asks.

"Well, I just saw a guy spank himself. That was an experience." Kira responds sheepishly. The previously light blush on her face has grown into a dark shade of red that isn't going away anytime soon.

Even in heels, Lydia has to stand on her tippy toes to peer over Malia's shoulder and see what's going on. Stiles has less clothes on then when she had last seen him. He's shirtless now, and his lean figure isn't totally unappealing, but Lydia tries not to turn into a sex-crazed idiot like the girls around her. It's surprisingly hard not to do so.

The boy has abs, not as present as some of the other guys on the stage but there's something about him that makes everyone stare. Maybe it's the no-fucks-given expression on his face, the fact that usually men in uniform are sexy, the way he's moving his hips, or the prominent bulge in his tight pants, but whatever it is, it's working. It's working well.

Stiles eventually stops dancing and some people groan at the fact that he stopped, but the crowd grows quieter to hear what he's going to say or see what's going to happen next. A few of the men disappear then come back with chairs to set up on the stage. A smaller blondish boy in a golden speedo hands him a microphone then tries to go back to his position on the corner of the stage, but Stiles wraps an arm around him and forces him to stay put.

"All of the bachelorettes and special ladies with cash get up on stage for a lap dance, Golden Boy's speedo is tight but I'm sure you can fit some dollars in there." Stiles announced to the crowd. Golden Boy - Lydia prays that isn't his real name - blushes as girls run up to stuff money into his tiny speedo that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Lydia almost feels bad, but Isaac stops her from pondering over wether or not that boy has made the right life choices. Her curly haired friend picks her up like she's nothing and sets her on the stage.

"This bachelorette here needs some fun before her marriage." Isaac lies, placing twenty dollars - all singles - into her hand so she'll have to be the one to shove them into some guy's underwear. It looks like that guy will be Stiles since she ends up standing right in front of him. Lydia is absolutely mortified, and honestly, fuck Isaac.

Stiles obviously recognizes her. He scowls when seeing her and runs his eyes over what she's wearing. His angry look softens a bit into some sort of attraction for a few seconds when his gaze lingers on her cleavage, but it's gone soon and his eyes snap back up to her face. He frowns at her.

Lydia isn't really sure what she has done wrong, since she actually helped him not get arrested and hasn't spoken to him besides that time. Stiles practically growls at her and grabs her wrist, setting her down in one of the uncomfortable metal chairs. He goes back to the not caring look, and rips off his pants with less enthusiasm than before.

Stiles is being a total and complete ass to her, she's never done anything to him. Lydia hates this, she hates feeling bad because of Stiles, a boy that she knows nothing about and letting him be a jerk to her. Just because he's mysterious and hot doesn't mean she's going to let him get away with a free pass.

Lydia stuffs a single dollar into the blue, equally tight underwear he's wearing. Stiles jerks forwards, probably having not expected her to actually do anything like that. He settles down quickly and raises an eyebrow at her. All she does is smirk, hook one finger in the waistband of his underwear and drop another dollar in there. The boy shudders.

She decides she's going to make this lap dance as hard and humiliating as possible for him.

A/N

...so who wants stiles to get a blowjob?

Omfg I have no chill, be ready for the next few chapters to move pretty fast.

Who do you think is supernatural in this story?