South Park oneshots

Nightly Rituals (K2)

Heeyyyyy look another one.

I should rate this mature due to themes.

Characters are aged up so what they're doing is legal

And even the minor characters mentioned/described in this fic are all from the show. So if you can guess who they are you get a shout out ;D

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Sweat, neon lights, and music blasting in full volume. Those were the three things that stuck out the most to the accountant as he slouched in his booth. He was already accustomed to the scent of cigarette smoke even before entering the vicinity. Finally lighting the cigarette that hung from his lips, he began to scan the other boring things in the room.

He watched as the other patrons stared and jeered from where they stood or sat, reminding him of his heterochromic business partner with their insistent wails and words. He watched the bartender mix drinks with skill, he was the fourth interesting thing in here.

His eyes roved around some more until he locked eyes with one of the workers. Brown curls bounced as she moved her body to the music as she kept staring into his brown eyes. She was pretty, even with the sweat dripping down her exposed skin, even as she slipped on her heels and ungracefully clutched onto the smooth pole for support, just to lose her grip and crash into the platform. She was pretty, but her large amount of makeup ruined it.

He glanced at the other dancers, some on a platform, some on poles, others near or on the lap of a patron. No one seemed interesting enough to approach, everyone had too much make up. The embers of his cigarette broke off from the stick as someone approached him.

"Care for a drink?" the stranger said as they placed a cold bottle of what he assumed was beer. He raised his head to look at who spoke to him. "Its on the house, as well as some other things," they winked and chuckled.

He looked the stranger up and down, taking in their features. Tall, tanned, toned body. Short, unkempt, blonde hair. Bright, blazing, blue eyes. And a smirk that seemed to promise secrets that could easily be shared, covered in bright red lipstick. He looked down. Huh, and a decent package.

"Is that so, what's the catch?" he asked skeptically.

"Nothing, its an offer for all the new customers. I know everyone here, and you're definitely a sight for sore eyes," he said flirtatiously.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't rather a girl?" A small smile creeps on his lips. This was interesting.

"You could ask for anyone you want, sweetie. As long as they're available of course," he smiled a lazy bedroom smile. "And I'm sure no matter the gender, anyone who comes here expects a good dance or two."

He was intrigued. "Fine, I'll bite," he stood from his seat, grabbing the nearly forgotten bottle and taking a huge swig.

"Haha, you're definitely a fun one."

After placing the bottle back down on the table, the seemingly older male shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at the blonde. "Lead the way."

"Sure! Welcome to the Licorice Rhino strip club. My name is Dennis and I'll be your escort today," Dennis began as he walked backwards towards one of the personal rooms, his eyes never leaving his client's.

"I'm Kyle," the ginger said casually as he followed his 'escort'. As Dennis turned to properly walk towards the room, he couldn't help but observe further. First of all, he was only wearing skin tight boxer briefs as opposed to his own white polo, slacks, and necktie. Second, he was much taller than Kyle, as in way taller. He himself was a pretty tall 5'7 feet but Dennis was a whopping 6 feet give or take.