Damnation! (18+ ONLY)

Damn:7 👜

The job hunt
Dedicated to: rotXinXpieces Love all of your work.

Martin:

When I woke up in the morning, I felt so tired. It was like I was running a marathon.

Something happened last night, but I could not remember what it was. I thought about doing a job hunt, before I can look for a school. This was a new city and I had no guardian.

Being a minor and looking old was kinder good because not a lot of people could tell that I was still young. I was only going to start turning 18 from next year but I already had a beard.

I suddenly remembered the threats that Jackson would often make, about my sexuality.

I remembered that yesterday there was something touching me and I was thinking about Jackson at the same time. Eversince I saw him killing a man. He was giving me nightmares.

I just didn't want to be anywhere near that man. He had bad vibes. Although I still craved his dick that he had promised, I feel like he's involved in cult, if he's not a cult creator.

He was one sick of a man, and the way he was pistoling that man with his dick, while looking at me was creepy. It still kind of turned me on. Even now, I'm having a hard on just thinking about it.

What is wrong with me? I have to completely forget about him.

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I had bathed and I was travelling all the city just looking for a job that I would do, while I stayed here in New York City. Susan didn't give me a lot of money to survive. Most shops needed an experience or they payed less.

I then saw a gay bar.

I could not allow myself to not try something new, I needed a lot of money to survive. Even if it means that I would become a stripper.

There was no Susan nor Jackson, who was here to stop me from doing this. I new I could make this happen. As I entered. I noticed that it was empty, it just had few guys who were rehearsing on stage.

I was completely oblivious of the approaching person as I was looking around in awe, upsent minded. He waved his fingers on my face and he asked, "Can I help you with something, you look lost? We'll open at 6 pm. Now we're closed. Didn't you look at the sign, as you entered?"

"No, but I'm looking for a job. Can I speak with the manager?" I answered.

"No you can't, as I told you we're closed. " He said dismissing me.

"Let the boy in Kennedy. Hi, my name is Kyle. I'm the manager of this club." The other man answered.

He came closer and then he extended his hand for me to shake.

I then took it with a smile and said, "Hi, I am Martin. I come from Seattle. I just need a job, even if it is to become a stripper, I don't mind. I will take it, as long as it has a nice pay."

"Mmhhh very straightforward aren't we? Salary before interview? I'm kidding. Does your dancing skills look as  cute as your face?" He asked me. Was he just flirting with me? I chose to ignore that comment.

"I do dance for sensual songs, like 'Dance for you' by Beyoncé. I like stripping especially when I danced for my boyfriend." I lied.

"Wow! You really are very pretty. I want to see what you can do?"

"Should I start now?" I asked.

"Yes. Get up on that stage, do your thing and show me what you've got."

'Partition' by Beyoncé blasted on the speakers. I couldn't control the rhythm of my body, because this was one of my favourite songs. I was still wearing my clothes but bouncing my ass with the rhythm. I grope that pole as if my life depends on it.

I did a flip and then I grinded on the ground. Then I tweaked. Bouncing my as cheek, one at a time.

I slowly removed my t-shirt as I winded my hips. I thought about Jackson rubbing his cock on my ass when he was hard. I continued bouncing my ass as I removed my pants slowly with the rhythm, until I was left with only my underwear. I bounced my ass until the song ended.

Everyone was awe struck about what I just I did. No one did anything for a moment after that. I felt like I did too much. My heart started throbbed. I felt like a bitch of the moment, stealing the show. I know I did good but I didn't think it was that great.

Kyle started clabbing his hands.

"Your boyfriend must be one lucky guy to always see that. If I may ask, why stripping? Maybe that's a dumb question. Well will your boyfriend be okay with you working here, full time?"

"Yeah." I answered although I did not have any.

"Martin, you're hired."

"Oh my God, really? Thank you, Thank you, Thank you so so so much." I jumped up and down.

"Go, home but come back tomorrow night around seven. I will put you on my special segment." He said.

Special segment? As in I was going to perform my own routine? I did not ask though, I was just too excited to start on my new job.