cabaret | joshler

vii. lap dance

just a quick authors note.
lately i can't "perfect" my writing or even really enjoy it, the outcome mediocre at best. so i apologise that my style is changing and my writing is getting worse.

anyways, i love u guys!

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"i'm so proud'o ya', m'boy!" tylers mom gave him a pat on the back, a very plastic smile etched across her face. "y'sure y'don't want me t'drive ya'?"

"no, mama. 'm fine!" he smiled, heading toward the door. "i'll be home at eleven. see ya' later!"

"bye honey!" she yelled, waving even though the door was already closed.

what a weird woman...

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tylers heart leaped around in his chest when he noticed donald standing out front of the cabaret, his large arms folded over his chest and an annoyed look on his face as he talked to some man angrily.

"fuck outta here." he growled, shoving the other man who rolled his eyes with a grunt before turning away.

"oooh, a bit of tension, hm?" tyler grinned cheekily, walking toward the older man. "why don't'cha come relieve some in here w'me?"

"real cute." the man rolled his eyes, trying not to smile but failing immediately, his pissed demeanour slipping right off. "i'd love to but i've got a job t'do. when do ya' clock off?"

"'leven." tyler bit his lip and smiled, knowing full well what it did to people. "but i start now and i don't wanna make marina mad on m'first day. see ya' later, big boy." he winked before walking through the large doors, smirking when he heard donald groan from outside.

he was blown away as soon as he stepped inside. the place was way more alive than it was the day before.

"tyler!" marina seemed to appear in thin air, a wide smile on her face and a lace garment in her hands. "i'm glad ya' made it. now, put this on and meet me back out here."

"yeah, sure. where do i change?" he asked nervously, the realisation that he'd be dancing in lingerie for a job settling in.

holy fuck, he thought. i'm a stripper.
it just seemed odd. his mom would kill him if she ever found out.

"use my room." she shrugged, beginning to walk away. "oh, and if it doesn't fit, go upstairs. that's where all the others are. catcha'!" she shouted, disappearing into the sea of people.

he laughed at how fast she could talk, stepping into her surprisingly large room. as he removed his clothes, he noticed the countless paintings of female anatomy hanging from the walls, and how the room smelt of lavender. it was really nice.

he put his outfit on and looked in the mirror, frowning when it didn't fit. he reluctantly pulled his original clothes back on and headed for the stairs like marina said.

on his way over, he looked to the stage and his jaw almost hit the fucking floor. the dancers were perfectly synchronised, their expressions were beyond seductive, and the word 'sexy' didn't even begin to describe how good they looked.