Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

•Josh Dun Just Needs A Little Push•

The lights scanning around the open room that one side lined with a dj while the other lined with a bar made Tyler feel at home. He needed this, that's what he tells himself. Smirking as he fit his thumb between two buttons of his blazer.

He still held that daring smirk, still had the women swooning over him, the strippers dancing and touching themselves rougher as he scanned their bodies. It made TYler feel important, that's all he ever wanted.

He didn't own the club, but his best friend did. And with that came some benefits, like VIP, grabbing any stripper by her elbow and pulling her so she'd dance for him, show off her moves and he had no problem whipping out a wad of cash for her to suck his dick.

It always made a fire burst, always had him biting down hard on his plump lip. Always made a shiver run down his spine, but he held himself together as he had seen his best friend weaving through the crowd with two drinks in his hand.

He licked his lips at the sight of the golden drink coming straight for him with a pink glow due to the lights. BUt he could see the gold look aking over the large cube of ice that was inside. He extended a hand, grabbing the cool cup and wafting in the smell of whiskey.

Letting a relieved sigh, he looked at his best friend, "Mark, my man." He brought him close, giving him a soft hug. "I see business is doing great, as always." Tyler told him with a smile and sipping at the drink in his hand.

He let out a hiss smiling though as he felt that warmth that he desperately needed after such a long day. Mark truend to walking with a smile on his face, telling Tyler to follow with a simple curve of his finger.

"Yes, and I still can't believe you've done this for me. I so happy what it's become, and that I don't owe you a damn thing." mark said with a laugh and Tyler just shrugged. A stripper, which TYler knows very well to the point where he knows her real name.

Natalie, evenly and well tanned skin, perfect round breasts and the curvature and thickness of her body made Tyler see stars. She rarely work make-up,, showing the whole town who she was and that she wasn't ashamed of her job.

Her brunette hair was pinned in a certain to stay out of her hair, and ran curly and messy down her back. She winked at the older man, making him smirk and nod his head towards her. He was definitely having her again tonight.

They were much more closer than anyone Tyler's been with. No wad of cash needed for that hungry girl, she was willing to be in bed with the man without it, maybe because he spills it all while she dances and moves like the wave that has burned itself into TYler's brain.

Tyler continued moving until they were facing the bar, "Mark, you do owe me, if I must say. But the way you're paying, I mean, I have no complaints."

Mark snapped his fingers, "Well damn, I tried to get away from it."

"So you tried. More than once."

"You know me too well." Mark smiled turning to the man behind the bar and snapping his fingers to get his attention. "Josh I need you to make another Whiskey on the rocks and a light shirley Temple. Joshua I swear to god, it better be fucking light, I don't want to get drunk."

The man behind the bar rolled his eyes and moved on to make the said drinks. Tyler watched as he moved, he was taller, fuller, and the way he concentrated, the way his face looked had TYler trapped for just a second before he felt someone grab him.

"Whoa!" he said with a bit of laughter as he looked at the blacked haired, pale Allison that had ahold of him.

"Am I able to meet my best friend tonight, Mr. Joseph?" She asked, her blue eyes glinting with a wide smile. Tyler smiled, grabbing her hand and removing it from himself. He raised her hand to his lips, kissing a knuckle softly before turning his back to her.

He heard her huff and walk away with a bit of brisk in her step. "Dammit Tyler, how many of my girls have you slept with?" Mark set his head in his hands, not prepared to hear the answer, but did wait for it.

"How many do you have?"

"20."

Tyler shrugged his shoulders, chugging the last of his drink and being faced with a new one soon after he let the glass smack the counter. "All of them, probably, I lost count. And names." he then begin laughing, about to chug the next one before he was stopped.