The Stripper and the Businessman - Otabek x Yurio AU ONE SHOT

-Otabek POV-

"Another round please!" Archer yelled and vaguely gestured in the direction of the bar. "It's on me guys!"

His exclamation earned him a great cheer from the whole group.

'Shit.' I thought.

I already had quite enough and had already agreed with myself to empty the beer in front of me and then leave. Not that I wanted to be here anyway.

Winterman from Accounting had the glorious idea last week to all go to a strip club together. I don't even want to begin to think about how he got that idea, probably because he was a regular here himself. He invited everyone from his and from my department to join him on Saturday night, which was today.

When I heard about this, I immediately knew I didn't want to go. When Archer invited me, I mumbled something about having an appointment or date or something. But later, my best mate Leo asked if I would come, just so he wouldn't have to deal with all these old dudes by himself, so I kindly agreed. What a mistake this had been.

Leo and I were the only ones under thirty years old in our department, all the others were significantly older than us. Both of us worked in IT and really all we were responsible for was to make sure the computers kept working. Our company had supplied everyone with the best model on the market, yet no one knew how to properly use it.

So all our jobs consisted of these days was fixing browsers, installing anti-virus programs and taking coffee breaks.

I only started working at this company about 6 months ago and I was really glad to get to know Leo on day one. I wasn't the most sociable of people so I was already worried beforehand that I wouldn't make any friends. Luckily, Leo was super outgoing and accepted my shyer demeanor. He showed me around the first day and we got on immediately.

With a sigh, I accepted the drink the barkeeper sat in front of me and I even offered a faint smile.

I felt immensely uncomfortable being in a strip club. I had never been to one and certainly won't again in the future. The flashing lights and the unbearably loud music wasn't even the worst part. It wasn't the strip club itself; it was actually rather progressive to have a big variety of dancers. Every gender, skin color and body type was "available" to really please every customer. And of course I liked looking at attractive men and women as much as the next guy, but it was my colleagues' fault the visit was so unbearable.

"Come over here you little slut!" I heard Winterman exclaim. A blonde woman, who was maybe half his age, came over to him and sat on his lap with a fake smile.

'Well, at least he tips her.' I thought.

Winterman, Archer and all the others had been fairly generous this evening, throwing hundreds of dollars around and tipping every woman who was even remotely nice to them. Half an hour ago, a curvy black woman had been dancing for our table and probably made more this evening than she would in a week.

The only people on our table who hadn't tipped anyone yet were me and Leo. Leo apparently had a huge argument with his girlfriend who wanted to keep him from coming here, so now he really didn't want any half-naked women dancing on him, so he just sheepishly sipped his drink and avoided eye contact.

At the moment, our table was surrounded by three young women, who were trying to appeal to every single one of us. One of them kept gliding her hand over my back, and I just flinched away. She quickly took the hint and went on to the next table.

"What's up Altin, don't they pay you enough in IT?" Graham hollered at me, dribbling a bit of beer down his shirt front.

I forced a smile. "No she's- just not my type."