Confused Stripper Iero

"Frank, sweetheart," Jamia called from the other room.

"Yes?" Frank yelled back.

"I'm going out with my friends tonight, I'll be home later."

Frank nodded softly. Good enough for him, it was Saturday night, and the two had recently been struggling for cash. This was the perfect opportunity for Frank to contribute to his stripper career.

"Come kiss me!" He screamed once more. Jamia walked into the room with her purse in one hand, and her phone in the other. She leaned down and kissed the man softly. "Have fun."

The two smiled at each other, and Jamia left for the night.

Frank hadn't done this in awhile. He never had time to since Jamia came into his life. Yeah, he loved her a lot, but he didn't want to tell her about his secret stripper career. He'd be so ashamed if he told his wife he was a stripper for other guys.

He grabbed his phone off of the table beside him and dialed his friend, Gerard's, number. "Hey, Gee," he said softly into the phone. "How do you strip again?"

The other boy was silent on the line. Frank had realized how dumb of a question that was, and that Gerard shouldn't know the answer.

"How would I know?" He finally responded. "I'm not a stripper."

"You're no good," Frank said as he hung up on the boy and put his phone back onto the table. "I could call Mikey, but I doubt he'd know..." He didn't even think about considering Ray, Ray would never.

Frank sighed and decided that he would have to figure this out on his own. He had done this several times before, it was nothing new, but it had been awhile, and Frank wasn't sure if he could remember how to do it well.

In the end, he decided that he would just have to go and wing it. He drove in silence the entire time, until he finally reached the strip club. Frank wasn't necessarily hired here, but people gave him money anyways, since he was good at it.

He walked inside of the strip club, suddenly beginning to sweat. Frank, you'll be okay, just go in there, and be the best fucking stripper you can be! he thought to himself.

Frank stood next to one of the employees, watching as he climbed onto the pole and began to work his magic. He stared in awe. There was no way Frank could dance as good as him! Not anymore, at least.

Once he left, it was Franks turn. He took a deep breath and stood beside the pole. "This is insane," he whispered to himself. He nervously put his hands on the pole and began to spin. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but it was fun to say the least. Was stripping supposed to be this fun?

He continued to spin, completely drowning out the sound of people's whining and complaining. "Wee!" Frank yelled softly. He wasn't sure he was doing it correctly, but hell was it fun. Frank eventually stopped and held onto the pole, the room continuing to spin even though he had stopped.

"What the hell are you doing?" a loud mans voice rang through the room. Frank looked down at him and recognized him as the manager.

"Well, I came here to strip, but I got a bit distracted. Have you ever swung on these things? These are rad as fuck!"

"Okay, sir, listen, people didn't come here to watch you be a child, and spin on a pole, now either do your job, or leave."

"Well technically, this isn't my job, but it sure is entertaining!" Frank drowned out the rest of the mans words and continued to spin. He spun faster than he ever had before. In his entire life possibly.

Everything just faded away, until all Frank could see was a blur of the room he was in. It had felt like he left this dimension and entered a new one. He didn't feel alive anymore. It was like everything had disappeared and all that was left was Frank, in an empty room, with white walls, white floor, empty.

Suddenly, Frank fell to the floor with a bang. His ass now beginning to hurt as he snapped back into reality and realized he had swung himself off of the pole. He poked his bottom lip down and crossed his arm. "What a fun-ruiner," he sighed. The manager walked over to Frank and picked him up, setting him back on his feet, grabbing his shirt collar, and pulling them closer together.

"Are you about to kiss me? Because I'm 100% okay with that. Has anybody ever told you you're cute?"

The man put his hand over Frank's mouth. He's such a top, he thought. "Bud, I didn't wanna make this any harder than it already is, but you're acting like a child. Now either get out of his establishment by yourself, or I'll have to kick you out."

Frank sighed again and struggled away from the mans grip. "Okay, fine..." he groaned and walked away, pausing as he reached the doorway. "I'm still down for that kiss!"