strip » muke (on hold)

first offense

{dirty dirty}

"Congrats, Mikey. You're finally eighteen!" Calum screamed over the loud music. I tried to reply but was whisked away into the crowd of people. Ashton had my wrist in his arm and held a tight grip.He decided we needed to dance together before we both got too drunk.

You see, Ashton, Calum, and all my other mates thought it was a great idea to come to the club for my eighteenth birthday.

They were totally right.

Ashton remembered that Luke's uncle owned a bar/stripclub which we could get drinks for free. Luke couldn't come, of course. He was still underage. He didn't seem that bummed about it, though he looked worried. I assured him I would come home in one piece tonight and he just laughed nervously.

I promised myself that I wouldn't let Luke's weird behavior ruin my night, but I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. The more drinks I had, the more it was on my mind. I was wondering what Luke was doing at this very moment. He could be sitting in his house, lonely. By himself. That thought made me stumble over to Ashton. He sat down after we took a few shots.

"A-Ashton? Is that y-you?" I stuttered. My vision was blurred from the alcohol and my mind was jumbled. I wasn't thinking very clearly at the moment and in the back of my mind I knew I should just have fun. I couldn't stop thinking of Luke though.

"Yes Michael. It's me," Ashton laughed. He pushed me into the seat across from him. My butt didn't land on the chair, it was more my side. Falling knocked the breath out of me so I waited until I caught my breath to talk to him.

"I want t-to go home," I whined. I hope I looked convinsing when I was drunk because I wanted to see Luke.

"What? Why?" Ashton asked. "You can't go home yet, it's barely ten o'clock!"

"I want to see Luke. He's probably sitting all by himself. He shouls be spending my birthday with me just like the rest of you."

"I think Luke'll be fine. He said it was okay-" Ashton was interupted by a voice over the speakers.

"The show starts in five minutes. Tonight we have a special treat so gather 'round the stage!"

Ashton and I shot each other confuzed glances. We didn't know there was a show tonight. We had been told tonight was a no show night and it was all drinks. I shrugged and offered a hand to Ashton.

"Might as well watch, we've got front row!" I exclaimed. Luke's uncle, since it's my birthday, let us have the entire front row. Of course that caused a few problems, but he straightened it out right away. I took my seat in the middle and glanced excitedly at Ashton. This was the first time I ever saw a show like this in person and I was so happy. The rush was exhilarating and it felt good to know I could regularly come here now (and it was legal!).

The lights dimmed and some indie music started to play. To girls in lacy underwear and bras walked out. They had stiletto heels that looked 10 inches tall. I almost gagged. I'm gay, and sexy women disgust me. If I knew it was a women night I would have never sat down.

The women, one with bleach blonde hair and one with black, walked slowly over to the two poles on the side of the stage. They were trying to be seductive, pulling at their bras and panties. From the hooting and hollering behind me, I could tell it was working. Ashton was usually with those men, but he seemed to stay seated beside me, not saying a word or giving a glance.

After about ten minutes the women stood up with money in their bras. They began walking backwards, trying to put a little bit more into their last few seconds on stage. Once they seemed satisfied, they turned to the curtain they came out from and sashayed off the stage.