rag doll - maylor

rag doll, livin' in a movie

(a/n the HOTNESS this photo radiates i can't breathe)

roger taylor rolled out of bed rather late on a saturday afternoon, sitting up in his silk sheets and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

no fucking college classes today!!! was the first thing that ran through his mind.

he still had work, but he'd get to that much later.

roger was a male stripper at a gay club downtown. occasionally a tough job, but hell, it payed.

stumbling out of bed, he tripped over one of his high heels he had thrown there last night after his shift.

"fuck!" he picked up the purple plastic shoe and threw it to the other end of his room and headed into his small apartment kitchen.

roger shared his apartment with his best friend rami. sure, the latter got annoyed of roger getting home at three o'clock in the morning and ripping apart the kitchen looking for something to eat, but he got used to it after awhile.

the blond slipped on his bathrobe, grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and checked the time, he was surprised to find it was two p.m. he had slept 10 hours straight and he had four hours until he had to get ready for work.

he scrolled through his texts, answering rami and lucy asking why the hell he was still asleep, popped some toast in the toaster, stood on his tip-toes to grab the jar of jelly, and ate his breakfast.

after eating, roger had absolutely nothing to do, so he caught up on some reading for biology, his current essay assignment.

pouring himself a glass of champagne, the boy put on music and sank down in a plush rose armchair, a gift from rami. biology was fucking boring in his opinion, but he had long given up on dentistry and had nothing else to turn to.

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after three hours of revising, reading, writing, and revising more, roger had his essay completed and clicked send. tossing his laptop off of his thighs, he speed walked to the kitchen to make something to eat before his shift. saturdays were always busy and lots of new and recurring people alike would be there.

two lunchables later (this is roger we're talking about), he was back in his bedroom, walking into the closet (oh hi brian!) and to his various outfits.

scanning the rack for a few minutes, he decided on a pair of dark red booty shorts, seeing as he definitely had more of an ass than others, and a matching see-through mesh t-shirt. grabbing his clear 7 inch plastic heels, he stuffed them into his duffel bag, snatched the keys off of the counter, and ran down to the garage.

hopping into his car, roger slowly backed up, turned the radio on low, and sped away downtown.

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fifteen minutes later, at exactly six p.m, roger parked his car, waved a hand to the familiar security guard, payed the entrance fee and walked past the gates into clouds of cigarette smoke, bass boosted music, men in skimpy clothes, and multicolored flashing lights.

turning around the corner into the dressing room, he glanced at his phone and realized he was up on the stage in less than ten minutes. sitting down in front of his mirror, he ravaged through his bag for a hairbrush and combed through his wavy blond locks. kicking on his tall heels, removing the plush robe, only see-through mesh remaining, roger spun one final time in front of the mirror, hearing the announcements overhead and an all too familiar song start to play as he made his way onto the stage, dozens and dozens of eyes on him.

any other man would be nervous and uncomfortable, but this was routine for the young blond. stepping up onto the stage, roger caught the eye of several men, one in particular he had seen and winked at last night.

roger looked the tall man down, he had dark curly hair, an attractive and dominant look to him. he's a total top. roger blushed at the image but wasn't left to his thoughts as the music was playing and he had to get his ass to work.

he strutted up to the pole, grabbing the top and doing a quick fireman spin before doing a type of a squat on the translucent pole. looking down, he saw dollar bills and flashing lights before spinning back around.

grinning at the crowd, he arched his back against the pole before his eyes were on the tall man again. roger saw him throw what looked like a wad of cash before he did a short climb to the top of the pole, releasing his legs into a back hook spin.

catching his breath, roger shimmied down to the floor and looked back down at the crowd. his eyes caught the lustful ones of the same man, roger bit his lip and did a simple, graceful floor routine that had nearly all the guys that were watching on edge and wanting more.

but alas, his song had come to an end. gently biting his lip and winking one final time at the crowd, he stood up, tossed his long hair, and walked down off the stage into the bustling crowd.

one man shoved a bundle of bills into his hands, another told him how sexy he looked, he turned to another man, who promptly proceeded to grin at him, unsettlingly.

"fag!" the guy yelled, raising his fist and getting ready to strike. swallowed by the crowd roger tried to scream for help, but the noisy club drowned him out as he fell to the floor.

he felt dizzy before he saw a tall figure stepping in front of him and knocking the man out cold.