Smut on the pole

|| Pityful Ignoring||

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(yes it will be extremely smutty, but to the most voted theme!)
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Jacks POV
The hotel lobby was a ghost town, cold ceramic golden tiles beneath my bare feet that spasmed with muscle cramp every step taken. Every footstep accompanied by a hushed pained groan or sharp intake of air echoed up the spacious white walls looming up to the historically decorative roof of white and gold.

Mark stirred in my arms, his skin warm and sweaty against my colder arms as I carry him through the lobby. I can't help the shiver that shot up my spine at the sensation of his sweat dripping down my arm. The heat radiating from his skin tempting me for another round. I bite my lip. He's not got enough energy to, he's asleep in my arms. Why am I even thinking of it?! Its against his consent if he's asleep!

The elevators ping of the doors opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't remember pressing the button? Its red velvet walls greeted us. Bringing a welcomed comfort, the dark oak soothing with satisfaction for the eyes and mind.
It was all strange really, back in Ireland we had nothing as extravagant as this place, yet I'd grown fond to these new surroundings, as if I had always lived here. I knew where everything was, but couldn't explain where it was if someone asked me for directions. I would be rubbish to be any good of a human map, but would perfectly fit the occupation of a great tour guide in this mansion of a hotel.

I begin to laugh at my own humor at the thought of being a tour guide for a hotel. Practising stupid things to say in my head.
"As the doors open you will see the large extravagant apartment that belongs to the owner of this istablishment Mark that calls this nothing more than a home. A warm, welcoming fire opposite the french doors onto a balcony overseeing the city below. To your right two marine aquatic tanks with various species of fish including small shark species name... Uh... Uhm... We'll come back to that. As we walk through the lounge, a hallway with enough lighting to light up the north pole when it's dark." I can't help but laugh at myself. I look down at Mark still asleep in my arms. He's like a child in their parents arms. A content sigh slips from my mouth as I walk the hallway leading to the master bedroom. Pictures line the wall space between door frames. Pictures of Mark and I, pictures of Mark and his "adoptive" dad and of his staff. I didn't know whether they were of all the prevoius years and new or just old. However their seemed to be one for about the past 20 years. The pictures even included separate pictures of his pole dancing staff in their "uniform". A smile creeps onto my face, he found a place that gave him a good life after all ge went through before this.

Such a kind man. I lower him into bed and pull the covers up. Kissing him on the forehead before leaving. "C-Can't you stay?" I walk back into the Master bedroom. Mark looks tiredly at me. Sitting up with a smile and rubbing his eye. Dangit Mark, why do you have to always look fookin good?! I sigh.

" Mark, at the end of the day, I still have a job that I have to do. Even if you are my boss... I still have to go back to work."

"O-Oh, okay... Thats fair." He lays back down. "I'll see you later then" He says, pulling the covers back up and shutting his eyes. I knew he didn't mean that happily. But the tone of his voice was one of upset hurt. I rub my arm awkwardly.

"You know I love you Mark. But I know you'll try another round. Your tired as you are. I'd rather you don't waste energy and sleep" I tried to comfort. No acknowledgement. I sigh, walking over to him and kneeling at the edge of the bed. "Markimoo" he doesn't open his eyes. I place a hand on his shoulder, he pulls away.
"Fine, if you want to be that way. I'll be going back down to the club where I'm at least acknowledged" I say in a tease before standing and walking. I felt hurt when he said nothing in reply.
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It felt lonely, without Mark walking me there like we always did. But some will call it pety, but I wasn't going to sit there being ignored by an over grown child.

The poles were occupied and I had been covered for. Once the song had ended I walked up on the stage and tapped Tyler on the shoulder. He'd been on since the place had opened. He thanks me then takes his leave with whistles and people calling him sexual names.

A common thing all of us get after we leave our poles.

I announce my arrival with a sexual movement. Running my hands from my hips, crossing my arms then pressing my lips with my index finger with a cheeky wink. The club fills with whistles and hungry growls.

At least they don't ignore me. I smirk then swing onto the pole to the song womanizer.