+Lap Dance+

+TightFit Dress+

//AN//This is extremely short but I scrounged up the courage and time to put this sloppy mess together. Please excuse any mistakes.//

(Chapter 4)

   Zach seated Tom in the living room. He began to talk about what will be going on with this.

   "So, Gabriel should be coming back with the outfit right about..." Zach shuts his eyes. He smiles, "Now." He says.

   Gabriel walks in just as predicted. He walks to the two and sets a box down. He pops his knuckles as he sits criss cross on the floor, "So, Tom, What size do you wear?" He glances up at him.

   Tom looks away, "Medium..." He mumbles. Gabe nods and pulls a few items out. It was a pair of pastel blue and white striped stockings, a collar with a bowtie attached, dark blue panties and some glowing nail polish.

   Tom looks unsure but takes the items from the brunette nonetheless. He slowly heads to the bathroom after being told its location. He gets the... 'Clothing' on and looks in the mirror.

   His face burns, "Oh my God.." He whispers. He leans on the sink, "I look so gay..." He pokes his cheek. It squishes under the pressure.

   "Ew..." He sniffs. He feels hot tears glossing his voids over, giving a shine to the top. He cringes, "Why am I the one doing this..?" He whispers. He steps away and whipes his eyes.

   His shaky hands grip the knob as he twists it, pulling the door open. He hiccups.  Zach was there, holding a camera. He stops, pulling it down, "Hun, you alright?" He asks. Tom shakes his head, bursting into tears and hugging the ravenette before him.

   Zach jumps a bit, "Wha.." He mutters, "Whats wrong? Is it too tight?" He pulls Tom back. Tom wails, wiping his eyes.

   "I'm hideous with these stretch marks, stupid eyes and I just.. I want to look better. My am I like this?" He hiccups. Zach frowns.

   "Hey, don't say that. You look lovely." He says, placing his hand on Tom's shoulder, "If somebody says that ever, call me and I'll kick their ass." He smiles reassuringly, "These legs kick real hard." He chuckles.

   Tom looks away, nodding. He follows Zach as he walks to the living room, Gabe clapping.

   "Nice!" He laughs, "Too bad you aren't gay or I'd be all over tha-" Zach smacks his boyfriend in the head.

   "I'm going to fight you, bitch." He hisses, sitting on the couch. Tom slowly takes a seat as well, rubbing his arms and making sure to cover himself up. He is the most revealed hes ever been.

   "I..." He looks away, "Can we just get the lessons over..?" He rubs under his eyes. Zachary nods, standing up. He pulls a chair from the kitchen, setting it in the middle of the living room.

   Gabe is ushered into the chair, sitting in a relaxed position. Tom shifts uncomfortably as Zach begins moving. He sets his hands on either one of Gabe's thighs, leaning forward.

   He begins to progress but Tom is only lost in his mind. He isn't able to focus on this, He just can't. After a moment or two in the dark void of Tom's mind he is pulled back.

   "Hey." Zach says, "Did you get all that?" He had been explaining all of this to Tom for the amount of time he was spaced out. It only seemed to be a few seconds but in reality it was about twenty minutes.

   Tom nods as soon as He realizes any of this. Zach smiles, patting his shoulder.

   "You'll do great." Zach says, "Do you want to try on Gabriel?" He tilts his head, a drop of jealousy already flooding into his eyes.

   "No.." Tom looks down, "I can try it on someone else. At the bar." He clears his throat. Zach nods, helping Tom up from his seat. He hands him a shirt--most likely Gabriel's from the size-- and smiles.

   "Dress up, we'll bring you In for a shift tomorrow." He says softly. Tom slips the shirt on and balls up, "I'll unfold the couch, hold on." He goes to the couch, pulling it out into a futon mattress.

   Tom swiftly slides into the makeshift bed and curls up. He murmurs a soft thanks before shutting his voids. He's going to fuck up. He can feel it.

   The room is engulfed in full darkness when Zach flicks the switch, not even moonlight filtering in. The feeling of loosing his sight.. It scares Tom.

   Tom used to have Night terrors and sleep paralysis so the dark always horrified him. He can already see this to be yet another flaw to the new job he just took up.

   The faint slide of wood on wood is heard as Gabe shuts the door to his and Zach's bedroom. All is quiet and it is unnerving.

   The brunettes eyes force themselves open, much to Tom's dismay. Its dark, as he predicted.

   Tom sits up in the bed and looks around worridly. Hes going to hate his job, he knows. He'll embarrass himself. Humiliate.

  Tom rubs his eyes, sighing.

   "This will.. Be infuriating.."

((Skip))

   It was the next morning and the bright Sun drifted in through the Windows of the apartment. Tom groaned loudly as a familiar ravenette shook him.

   "Hey, Gabe's about to drive you, alright?" He asks. Tom groans an incoherent 'okay' and got up, heading to the door.

   He didn't care what he was doing, why it was happening, what he was wearing or anything. He was too tired. Tom fell into the leather seat of Gabe's blue truck, yawning loudly.

"Fuck me..."