Red Lights || Destiel stripper/brothel AU

Prologue - Children of the Revolution

The music starts to play as people walk through the clubs doors and into a completely different universe filled with perfect dancing bodies that stood high upon platforms and waiters and waitresses in tight glamorous clothing greeting customers with a bright white smile as they walked in.

Well you can bump and grind
If it's good for your mind

The club was dark apart from the colourful strobe lights flashing about the place, showing off the beautiful dancers that hung skilfully off poles or were grinding against each other. This place was for one thing, and one thing only. Pleasure.

Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out

Customers get ushered towards the bar and the dance floor, places where everyone; no matter what age, gender, sexuality or race you are can feel at home. The dancers and waiters smile at you like there is no one else in the room. They dance with you like you are the only person they ever wanted to dance with. People are already laughing and singing along to the music that fills the club with atmosphere and a feeling of belonging.

But you won't fool the children of the revolution
No you won't fool, the children of the revolution. No no no

Suddenly the music stops and the club goes dark. Some of the newer customers are confused about why everything has suddenly stopped but then it all makes sense. The larger stage lights up and the music suddenly starts up again as two people slide out onto the stage, one woman and one man. People cheer as they start dancing, their bodies moving perfectly in time with music as the feel themselves with their hands, running them up and down their body sexually while people cheer. The girl is in a red corset and panties while the male is just in a pair of tight white pants that had the words angel written on the back of them. Neither of them have shoes on but you can tell that the girl is mean to be a devil where the man is an angel. He even has amazing wings tattooed upon his back which you can see when he twists his body around to show his bum to the audience.

Well you can tear a plane
In the falling rain

Water starts pouring from the roof, onto the stage as the two fantastic dancers get soaking wet and start dancing close to the floor, people have rushed over to the stage to start giving them dollar bills, shoving the notes inside their pants or onto the floor near them. The two dancers are smiling, like they didn't wish to be anywhere else in the world apart from right there, dancing for all these people and moving their bodies professionally in time to the music to turn men and women alike into a sort of frenzy to try and get to them.

I drive a Rolls Royce
Cause it's good for my voice

People slip into the back rooms to get a private lap dance from some of the dancers while others, more regular customers, get ushered upstairs towards goodness knows where. This is the place where religious fanatics leave their god at home. This is the place where adulterers come to be un-loyal. This is the place where people can let go and let the sweaty bodies of the dancers mingle with the music coursing through their viens. This was Cats & Dogs, the most famous strip club in New York City.

But you won't fool the children of the revolution
No you won't fool the children of the revolution

A/N: new story, this is gonna be good. I can tell.