Klance smut bitch

SHeEs DaNcInG lIke A stRiiiippEr💸

The two boys walk out into the parking lot in an awkward silence.

"Hey...um boss?" Lance said, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" Keith responded looking at lance raising an eyebrow.

"Erm.. well I was just gonna ask...you don't have to answer if you don't want to... but.. um.." Lance stutters, looking down at the pavement as they walked.

"Spit it out lance." Keith laughed.

"Right.. yeah sorry. Uh so if you don't mind me asking.. why were you so.. angry earlier?" Lance finally said.

"Oh.. yeah about that.." Keith stated plainly.

'I don't exactly want to tell lance what happened back at the office with shiro. It's not exactly something I'm ready to tell him to be honest... I don't want to scare him.'
Keith thought to himself, debating weather he should tell his assistant.

You see, the reason why Keith was hesitant on telling lance why he was pissed off earlier is because he'd have to tell him about the argument with Shiro. About how Keith might have to run Voltron. And if he told lance that, lance might get the idea of Keith firing him. And he didn't want to scare lance like that.

(Such a bullshit reason, writers block is a bitch)

"Umm.. it's nothing important.. changing the subject, who were you on the phone with in the office?" Keith said nudging Lances shoulder.

"Huh?!? Oh, heh heh, nobody!" Lance said freaking out a bit.

'Oh god, please don't ask anymore questions about the phone call." Lance thought.

"Uh huh.. secret girlfriend? Or maybe boyfriend!? That must be why your freaking out." Keith laughed.

"Yeah whatever... this is my car." Lance giggled.

"Ah, ok. I'll see you on Monday lance." Keith said, opening the car door for the other boy.

"Alright.. bye Keith" Lance said letting out the smile that Keith adored so much.
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Keith's point of veiw
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I walk back to my car, my heart fluttering. God his smile makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine. I open my car door and get in the drivers seat. I sit there trying to think of what I'm going to do for the rest of the day.

Well I have nothing to do for the rest of the day... maybe I could go to the spot. Oh right.. reader, you don't know what the spot is..

The spot is my favorite spot. It's the best strip club in la. In my opinion at least. I like it the most because of one in particular stripper. I've never seen his face up close but I swear, his body is out of this world. The way he swings on the pole. He makes it look like he's one with it. I go to the spot when I feel like the world is against me. So I guess you could say that I'm there pretty often.

Eh I might go... depending on my mood later tonight. I start the car and turn on the radio listening to the song playing.
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Lances point of veiw
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I see Keith's car drive by mine as it exits the parking lot. He waves to say goodbye to me and I return the gesture.

Geez... I can't tell what my feelings are for him. I'm not exactly sure whether I like him as a really good friend, or I like him as something more.

Of course if I did like him as something more I would have to ignore those feeling because it's not professional to have feelings for your boss. I could get us both fired. Then I'd be jobless. Well almost jobless. But we won't get into that right now.

I start my car and connect my phone to the Bluetooth, trying to find my favorite playlist.

I put it on shuffle and the first song that pops up is "Adore You" by Harry Styles. God I love this song. I pull out of the parking lot and make my way to my apartment.

God I have a lot to do... I have to clean the kitchen and do some of my laundry. I also need to take my suit to the cleaner today ,before it closes, to get it fixed. One of the buttons had fallen off and the seem on one of the pant legs had ripped. I would sew them myself, but as I said I have a lot to get done. Oh I also need to run to the store and buy some more food. I'm running out.

My second job is holding an event tonight at 9 and I still need to put some finishing touches onto my outfits for tonight. So I need to grab some more fabric when I'm at the store. Well at least I have a few hours until then. It's only 3:30 right now so I should have enough time to get most of my errands done and have some time to fix my outfit as well. I guess since I'm sewing up my outfit I could just fix my suit. It's easier than making an extra stop.

To save time I should probably head down to the store now... There's a Walmart near my apartment so I'll just head there right now. 
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Keith's point of view
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As I reach my house I open my garage so that I can pull in and park my car. I look down at my watch. '4:00' I mumble myself. If I am going to the spot then I need to figure out when I need to be there. I walk inside of my house and go upstairs to my computer and search up the spots website.

•{The Spot}•
Opening time:8:00pm
Closing time:2:30am
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News and events
Videos
About us
Packages (now 10% for limited time!!)
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(A/n sorry for the shitty website layout I'm fucking tired.)
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I click on news and events and see that tonight there theming it as a masquerade party type thing. It'll be like a normal strip club at the begging but after a few hours it sorta turns into a club. There's a dress code. You have to be wearing a masquerade mask in order to get in, and you gotta look fairly decent.

I think I might go to that tonight.

I'd have to pull together a last minute outfit though. I have time, so I think I might just chill out for now.
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God I'm done.
Sorry for being dead for an eternity. I've been preoccupied with... literally nothing. I'm just lazy. But since my school got canceled I think I'll have more time to write. Um not that you guys care. Nobody reads the shit at the end of the story so why do I even bother writing this shit. Anygay, I'll see you in the next story

✌️ peace