Hypocrite

Noah

This is how I imagine Noah to look. 👆

I sway back and forth, the cool metal of the pole held tightly in my calloused hands as I swing my leg around it, spinning me in a loop, my muscles reflecting the bright white light of the spotlight above the stage.

This nights performance is going lousy...just like every other night for the last week since kacchans confession.

I guess it's not easy to dance when the only thing you feel inside is guilt and confusion...or I guess I just can't find it in me to care anymore about what these faceless people think about me or if they get aroused or not.

I begin to question myself as I slowly strip off my clothes.
When did my life come to this?

As a young boy I only imagined myself as the worlds greatest hero and being kacchans wife...I could never even think about all the dirty and shameful things I would have to experience as I claw my way to the top and how many heartbreaks I would face throughout my short life...and it makes me wonder how much can a person face before giving up.

I'm 16, a male stripper, and I lost the only man I ever had dreams of marriage about.

I just feel tired.
I'm tired of having to come home from school to sleep for a few hours and then work from 10:00pm to 1:00am almost every night.

I'm tired of having to look at kacchan in the face every single weekday...I'm tired of the memories of his soft touches...I'm tired of seeing his face when I close my eyes at night.

I drop to my knees and dry hump the ground sensually in tune with the sweet hum of the music surrounding me and invading my ears with a tune to drown out any stresses of the day.

I guess that the only good thing about this job, the atmosphere reveals a place of acceptance and respect, I can just dance out any sexual frustrations and I can let the music soothe out any worries and anxieties, it's actually kind of an art to me at this point.

The song finally ends and I grab my clothes scattered across the ground and shamefully walk behind the stage to just grab my earnings for the night and get out of this hellish place.

I'm about to open the door to my changing room when I hear a male voice yell out behind me.

I turn to see an older man, probably 25 or so running towards me with one of his hands in the air to wave at me which just leaves me in an exhausted sigh.

He seems semi attractive with dark brown hair and a warm smile with brilliant white teeth. His eyes are a dark smoky grey, his skin is a nice caramel color and his face supports a strong jawline.

"Yes, how may I help you?" I say with a fake sweetness to my annoyed voice, not hiding the fact that I just want to get home for the night.

He blushes and rubs his neck, a small chuckle escaping from behind his lips.

"Hi! My name is Noah, I'm a regular here and I'm actually a big fan of yours..." his face gets even redder but he seems to keep a certain cool air about him. Like he owns the air between us with a certain possessiveness.

"And...um...I just wanted to say that I always come to see your performances." He says quietly.

I raise my eyebrow at his flustered state, not trusting this innocent facade he's putting on.

"You know, I would be flattered if I wasn't a stripper..." I say jokingly and he laughs...almost too loud but it still raises my spirits a little and I smile at him gratefully.

"I was actually wondering if you would wanna go out sometime?" He flashes me a charismatic smile and I smile back, flattered by his proposal, especially because he was actually quite attractive and judging by his outfit...he definitely wasn't poor.

I decide to humor the older man by flirting with him, why not? What could go wrong?

"We'll see.." I don't know if it was because of the loud music pounding in my ears or the adrenaline flowing through my veins from the show but I felt brave...and I really need a mental diversion from kacchan right now.

He bites his lip and stares down at me with something unreadable in his gunmetal grey eyes.

He smiles at me and I smile back, feeling genuinely happy to have someone so nice to talk to since I spend all my nights here and I need a person to talk to and not be ashamed about my career choice.

"What's your name?" He asks seductively in my ear, I cringe at the feeling but push the disgust away to keep up the game I'm playing.

"That's a secret..." I say with an unfamiliar tone to my voice.

He bites his lip again and leans his hands on the wall, each one beside my head blocking me in. At first I feel a little uncomfortable by such a possessive move but after a few conversations with the man I find that he's a lot like kacchan.

He a little possessive and impatient...he also seems to have a short temper that shows through his innocent facade.

"Listen..." he looks at his watch and then back up at me.
"I have to go...can I have a number?" He Asks innocently with a sweet smirk dancing on his lips.

I frown in thought but decide to just give him my number...what's the worst that could happen? It's just a number...

But as he's turning to leave he pauses and places a hasty kiss to my lips and runs off before I could even register what was happening.

I touch my lips cautiously and smile sweetly.

"What a nice guy."

Yikes! No thank you to the creepy dude, he can take his stupid face and go away...ami right?

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