Love in a Strip Club: Pewdiecry

Chapter 2

Ryan patted on the seat next to him, a flirtatious smile on his face. I gulped and obeyed. Once I sat down Ryan sat on my lap, his chest and face facing me. His legs were straddling my waist, and the shirtless male was looking at me dead in the eyes,

"You seem nervous, friend." He spoke in a low, sexy voice. That voice instantly made my heart melt. It was just so damn sexy.  But seemed oddly familiar. I dismissed the feeling as just missing my friends and hallucinating.  I could feel my face heat up, from being aroused and embarrassed from being aroused. Then I felt his body grind onto mine, and I held back a moan. "Damn, you're cute when you're flustered." Ryan whispered in my ear, making a shiver run down my spine. A sexy chuckle erupted from the strippers throat. 

After about a half an hour of holding back moans and being flustered, Ryan dismissed me with a kiss on the cheek and saying, 

"See you later, cutie."

I exited the room, feeling the blush from my face gradually go away.  The images of Ryan kept apearing in my head as I left the strip club and entered my car. Feeling tired, I drove back home and did the first thing I always did when I got home, check skype to see if any of my buddies are still awake. No one was on, not even Cry which surprised me due to the fact that he normally stays up until 4 am everyday, and it is only 1:13am right now. 

After about five minutes, I was starting to lose hope that anyone was going to log on. I was about to click the 'offline' button so I could get an early rest tonight, but then a nonification told me that someone had gone online. I read the name the the nonfiction told me, and it said 'Cryaotic'. I felt happiness swell within me, and I couldn't hold back the large grin that spread on my face. I don't know why, but whenever Cry is online I always get really happy. Maybe it's because he is my best friend out of Ken and Minx. 

I instantly went to his profile on skype and asked him in the chat if he would like to chat for a bit. An immediate response came, and Cry agreed. I clicked the 'call' button, and waited for the mysterious man. 

"Sup Pewds, how are you doing?" Cry greeted me with his optimistic attitude that I have just grown to love. 

"I'm doing fine, just came home after a short night at the town." I replied, not wanting to speak of the strip club. You see, no one knows I'm gay, not even my best friend. So I don't want to scare him off if I said anything about it. 

"Yeah, I just came back from my job." Cry sighed with a small chuckle. I couldn't see his face, mainly because he didn't have his web-cam on. But lets be honest, he never turns his web-cam on. But I did imagine him brushing his hair back with his fingers, and rocking back in his chair because just in general Cry sounded tired. 

"You tired, buddy?" I chuckled after hearing a long sigh.

"Yeah, my job is pretty tiring." 

"You never told me what you do for a job by the way. What do you do for a living besides Youtube?" I felt curiosity loom over me as I waited for an answer. 

"Well I umm eehh do something" Cry stuttered, seeming to be unsure of himself, "I work at a gym? Yeah, I work at a gym. I don't really know." He mumbled the last part, most likely thinking that I wouldn't hear. But man, I never knew Cry could lie that badly. 

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I hope you know, Cry." I sighed with a smile, hoping that Cry sees this and doesn't feel ashamed for lying to me. The mans only reply was a relived sigh, but then a question arose in my head. Why is Cry so anxious to not talk about his job? Is he a drug dealer or something? I shook my head and laughed quietly. No, Cry is not the type of person to deal drugs, he's to nice. A voice spoke up,

"What's so funny, Pewds?" Cry asked, seeming to be a bit concerned. 

"Just thinking about you being a drug dealer, nothing big." That sentence got a laugh out of Cry, and I couldn't help but laugh with him. I can't help it, his laugh is contagious. 

After a while of us just talking about stupid shit, Cry interupted one of my weird stories,

"Hey, is it okay if I add one of my friends to the call?" I thought for a moment, then replied,

"Yeah sure. What's their name?" 

"Scott." The mysterious man replied, seeing as a new person entered the call. Scott? Like the Scott that Russ was talking about at the strip club? No, there are a lot of Scotts out there in the world, why would this specific one be a stripper that was mentioned earlier? Scott spoke up,

"Hey Cry, how was work?" The guy asked, also not having a web-cam. Mine was automatically turned off when he joined so I wasn't worried about being the only outgoing guy here. 

"Exhausting. That's all I have to say." Cry replied with a small laugh. So Scott knows where Cry works? Or was it just a common thing to ask people? I don't know, and I don't want to sound like an idiot by asking. 

The two talked for a while, and I joined them here and there, but listened most of the time. But as I was letting my mind drift off, the thought about Ryan got back in my head. His perfect face, perfect body. He was just so mesmerizing, it was like he was a snake, dancing elegantly around that steel pole on stage. 

God I am so gay, but I could care less about that. Im going to that club again tomorrow to see if Ryan is there or not.