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Chapter 1

The smell of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke burnt the insides of my nostrils the second I walked through the black padded doors.

A gray blanket seemed to hang over the heads of grown men; the only gender in this entire place. How they weren't grimacing or barfing at the smell alone was beyond me, but then again, all these men seemed a little too at home; the regulars.

The ages of the men ranged from eighteen, the age you had to be to even step foot inside here, to about mid forties. Teenage boys hung around mostly out of curiosity, testing their sexuality to the extreme, just to make sure that they were indeed into the same gender.

Some boys seemed younger than others, which I assume is because they either scored a kickass fake ID or they paid their way through those doors. Pros at bribing and effortlessly getting their ways, most likely using their daddy's money without a second thought.

I'm honestly surprised that the lights are on, which is oddly enough the first thing that catches my attention besides the smoke invading my senses. I thought this was a strip club; a pleasure boutique. Why are the lights on and why are the polls vacant?

This is exactly why I don't go to places like these. They're dirty, nasty, and they overall just confuse me. If this is a pleasure boutique, then why is there no pleasuring occurring?

This is officially not worth my time.

"Louis!" I jump at the feel of two strong hands gripping onto my shoulders from behind, giving them a squeeze.

"Christ, Damien, don't do that," I let out a shaky laugh, trying my best to regulate my rapid heart beat.

"Somebody's on edge," he wraps a strong arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. "Let me introduce you to a few people, yeah?"

He wasn't really asking, and it's not like I had a choice anyway. I came here for him, this being his club after all. He recently bought it off of the owner who didn't want to deal with the bible-thumping assholes that show up every Sunday morning to pray for the sinning that takes place here. That's a lot of praying, to say the least.

This wasn't technically a grand opening since this club has been running for over seven years, even though this party is being treated like it is. There's a shit load of people scattered all around the room.

As Damien drags me through the crowds by my wrist, saying hello to everybody who greets or congratulates him, I'm randomly groped and pushed against strangers. Its extremely uncomfortable and I want to slap the shit out of the next guy who says I have an amazing bum.

"Your ass is one that deserves recognition, Lou," Damien teases after he witnesses an older male calling me 'bubble butt' and me cursing him out.

"I agree, but I don't want the recognition from these slimy bastards," I huff, faintly aware of the hold he still had on my wrist.

"You're a hot piece of ass, especially here, Lou," Damien pauses when we reach a set of red padded doors.

He turns to face me with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You should be a dancer here!"

"Hell fucking no, you sick prick!" I spit, crossing my arms over my chest. "My bum is too high class for your stripper qualifications."

"We don't have strippers, Lou! How many times do I have to say it?" Damien sighs, shaking his head before pushing open the red padded doors.

When the doors fully swing open, my jaw is nearly on the floor. A single golden pole stands in the middle of a narrow stage, the stage being lined with red curtains.

A long bar counter stretches along the back wall with expensive looking liquor lined up on shelves, a single male bartender leaned forward, taking orders.

This room is a lot different than the last one, that's for sure. Smoke isn't clouding the room completely and there's no longer old men mixed in the crowd, either.

In fact, all the guys in here seem around my age and they're all quite attractive, too. If I wasn't obviously trying to score Damien then you'd probably find me drooling over these hot pieces of fine ass.

"What are you waiting for?" Damien nearly whispers in my ear and I'm drawn back into reality. "The show is about to start."

"Show?" I ask as Damien takes me by my wrist again and guides me over to two cushioned chairs directly in front of the stage.

He pushes me down in the seat before sitting in his own. All he does is grin with that psychotic glint in his eyes he gets when he's up to something. Sneaky littler fucker, what is he up to now?

The lights of the small room dim down slowly until they're nearly completely turned off. Once again, I lean over to ask what the hell is happening, but all Damien does is shush me and tell me to pay attention.

I huff and cross my arms over my chest like a needy child who didn't get candy in the grocery store check out line.

Slow, seductive music begins to play and lights that line every edge of the stage begin to shine and move, causing the stage to light up in a glow.

"I thought you said you don't have strippers?" I whisper, leaned over so Damien can hear me.

The red curtains on the stage are pulled apart, a single spotlight shining on a certain male silhouette.

My eyes widen and I find myself sitting up a bit straighter at the sight in front of me. Dark, chestnut curls frame beautiful jade eyes, a chiseled jaw sharply lining his face. A simple, lazy, yet incredibly sexy smirk is plastered across plump pink lips.

Multiple random swirls of ink are the only things covering his deliciously tan torso and arms. He looks strong, not too strong, but not too weak either. He's perfectly built, tall and lean, just how I like it.

Okay, now I have to be drooling.

Black shorts cling to the curve of his hips, and my mind is reeling with the overwhelming amount of things those sinful hips could do to me.

The only other thing he has on is a pair of black bunny ears that are nestled perfectly in his curly hair, one ear flopped over and the other standing straight up, exposing the pink inside.

"We don't have strippers," Damien says, but I can't seem to shred my eyes away from this dark Adonis in front of me.

"We have Playboys."

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