Frerard one shots 2

Feather boas pt 1

I got inspo! Okay okay let's go
Stripper G, almost pimp frank
(Leathermouth frank, revenge Gerard)

Gerard blinked at his laptop screen. He had a faint blush on his cheeks. Currently he sat on his mattress which was on the floor because he did not plan enough into moving out. He was looking at an ad for jobs around him that read " looking for male strippers at Anthony's". Gerard was already a barista at Starbucks but it pay wasn't cutting it for this shitty apartment. What if someone he knew found out about this? What would they say?

He continued to read the ad trying to see if he was really up for it.

"Male dancer needed, if you can shake your ass and swing on a pole you're most likely qualified. Try out night August 18th to the 23rd, bring own costumes. You will be trying out in front of staff and owner, frank iero. Good luck and we hope to see you there,
Frank iero n staff"

Gerard scrolled through the reviews and well they were pretty high up. Maybe he would, he couldn't possibly live off ramen and hot dogs anymore. He nibbled on his lip anxiously as a thousand thoughts ran through his head. The strip club was in the shittier side of New Jersey and the try outs would most likely be late at night.

"Fuck it...I can shake my ass...maybe" he whispered to himself. He put his ramen down and paced around his room. He would probably have to give lap dances to nasty horny men. On the other hand strippers do make a lot of money and that would help Gerard with his rent and shitty good situation.

What's the worse that could happen? He probably wouldn't even get the part, Gerard was a bit on the chubbier side but that did mean he had an ass.

Gerard did have a skimpy cat costume laying around from...well his last boyfriend. They only used it once before he dumped Gerard. Now he could really put it to some good use.

His mind was made up, he would do it.

(Time skip)

The day had come. Gerard stood awkwardly in front of his mirror in his slutty cat costume. His ass was basically all out but again that's what mini skirts were made for. The top had a cat face cut out, this was clearly originally only for women because of Gerard has boobs it would show the line in the middle. He fixed his cat ears and the fear in his stomach began to pang. What if they boo'd him off cuz he was chubby? Or maybe too pale? The color black did make him basically paper sheet white.

Gerard our on baggy pants and a hoodie over his clothes. He didn't wanna change in the room in the club, he was too embarrassed. Even though he was about to shake his ass for men.

Once in his car he blasted music to calm his nerves. He was slightly uncomfortable because he had never worn a thong for this long. He had practiced bending down and squatting down and he was quite confident about that. He reached the club and parked his car. He stayed in it thinking. Fuck maybe he should just back out. His nerves were eating at him now. The loud music coming from inside and the line of men waiting outside made his stomach churn.

Before he could give it a second thought he opened his car door and walked out. His feet carrying him to the entrance. The bouncer at the entrance have Gerard an eyebrow raised before he said

"You have to get in line pal" he smirked pointing at the line of desperate men. Gerard glanced at the line and gulped. This was about to make him sick.