" Yes, Mark! I'm sure! " Amy groaned after the hundredth ' Are you sure? '
" Are you really sure though. I don't want to have to deal with you if you try to hold this against me. " Mark tapped his foot impatiently. He really wanted Amy to go to her wanted strip club so he could go to his. Even though he wanted to leave asap, he had to make sure this wouldn't lead to any of her bullshit down the road.
Mark loved Amy. She was a great girl. But over time, he realized he didn't love her in THAT kind of way. So this strip club opportunity sounded like a great way to get rid of the building tension between them. At least, it felt that way to Mark.
"Yes! I'm sure! Now get your ass out that door, get in that car, and go throw dollars at strippers! " She shouted in frustration and began pushing Mark out of his own house. For someone her size, Amy was ridiculously strong and had a perfect bite to match her bark. Sassy, sexy, bitchy, and a party animal. To most younger men she would be the perfect girl.
" Okay! Okay! Fine! I'll go throw dollars at strippers! " Mark fixed his shirt and ran off to his car before Amy decided she wanted to "playfully punch " him again. Call him a pussy but her hits really hurt.
( Time skip sponsored by me, the god of everything gay )
|+|+| Markimoo's Point of View |+|+|
I walked up to the entrance of the club, smirking to myself. When Amy told me to go to a strip club, she probably expected me to go eye fuck some hot girls with daddy issues. I took a step through the door and my eyes immediately locked on stage. Dancing around a pole was a tall, muscular yet sleek redhead wearing nothing but a black, slightly see through loincloth. The sides of the cloth dug into his skin and as he spun, the single strips of silky fabric in his front and back flew up slightly, giving everyone a peek at what was hidden underneath.
Mark looked down at his outfit and suddenly felt as though he may have overdressed a bit. His clothes weren't formal but they didn't look like they belonged in the club he was in. A nearly pitch black room, flashing lights on stage, tons of drinks, and blaring music. He took out his phone and peered into the dark screen's reflection to check himself out. Grinning, he ruffled his hair into a sexy mess and unbuttoned the first few buttons on his dark shirt.
" That should do for now. " He mumbled to himself. As the redhead walked off stage with swaying hips, Mark walked up to an empty table closest to the stage. He gained the attention of a young blonde and handed him a fifty dollar bill. He was feeling generous today.
" Hey, kid. If you get me two chocolate vodkas I'll let you keep the change. "
The blonde grinned and nodded eagerly before running off.
The best view. He thought with a sly smirk. His excitement doubled as the speakers above stage began to call out the next stripper.
" We have a surprise for you today. Get ready because we're sending out our best dancer- "
I didn't hear the rest. All went silent as a very familiar face walked sassily out on stage, hips swaying smoothly like a curving river with just enough sass to put you on the edge of your seat. The entire room went dark and all that was visible on stage was the dark outline of the man and two glowing eyes. One bright blue and one neon green eye gazed upon the crowd, piercing everyone they fell upon.
" Jack? " The soft words barely made it from my throat. The green haired man's gaze swooped over the crowd and landed on me. They narrowed slightly and a mischievous gleam entered the two shining orbs.
Almost as quickly as they shut off, the lights turned back on, this time a bright green strobe light set a spotlight over Jack, bathing him in a pale green that accentuated his toned stomach and adorable ass. Music began to blare and the crowd around me grew wild, almost loud enough to cheer over the song.
( Play the song above )
Eyes locked on each other as the small male on stage brought his hands up and clapped to the beat a few times, hips rocking slowly. The green haired male was dressed in a tight fitting pair of black shorts that stopped half way over his arse. Bright and transparent glittering green cloth hung off the shorts like a veil and green glitter was splashed all over his body, sparkling brightly in the light.
After the first few seconds of the song, Jack slowly approached the pole behind him and walked around it, his hand and small, bird like fingers trailing over it's smooth surface. With sudden and unexpected strength, he wrapped a leg around the pole and spun himself into a fast series of twirls, the green veil flittering around him. The crowd went wild as he stopped spinning and bent back on the pole. The cloth fell to veil his face and give those on the side an even better view of his round arse.
I couldn't believe my eyes. What I was seeing couldn't possible be real. It was too good to even be true. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the elegant creature before my eyes.
The green haired man slid down the pole and laid on his upper back and shoulders, his legs still gracefully intertwined around the pole. Slowly, he brought his legs away and spread them before rolling back onto his knees, his legs still spread and his arse out for the whole crowd to see. Glancing to my right, I saw one man reach out to touch him. Almost as if Jack could feel the approaching presence, he crawled to the pole and pulled himself back up before swaying his hips in circles.
Almost immediately he was back up the pole, climbing and spinning along it as though he weighed nothing. The song began to near its end and Jack was back on his feet facing the crowd, straddling the pole behind him. Curving his ankle around the pole, he twirled himself into the fastest spin yet, still facing the crowd. In a flash, Jack's hands slipped down the front of his pants and he pulled out a large hand full of green glitter before blowing it into the crowd. Everyone went crazy and as the final beat of the song hit, Jack dropped down into the splits, leaning back and bearing his neck for all to see.
I didn't even realize people had been throwing money until Jack began collecting the green sheets of paper piled around him. Jack came to the edge of the stage and turned to face away from me as he took the last of the money. As the crowd parted to go buy drinks, I took out my wallet and took out a couple hundreds, slipping them into the Irish man's shorts. Jack looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. His hair was a hot mess and his chest was heaving slightly with hard, shallow breaths. I felt a shudder run up my spine at the sight. Clearing my throat, I grabbed his shoulder and leaned into his ear.
" Back room. VIP. Ten minutes. " With that I walked off to the bar. Buying a VIP was going to take most of the drink money I had brought but in the end, I have plenty of cash to spare. Now out of my lust induced trance, I stopped in my tracks and realized something.
" That little blonde fuck ran off with my money. "
To be continued...
