The Purple Songbird

Chapter 1

[Author's note: I hope you'll have fun reading this story! Also, listen to Dynamite by BTS!]

 It was a typical Friday night at the club. Being smack dab in the middle of Seattle, Washington meant two things: a very busy night for me and the boys, and very rowdy, tipsy, and rich, customers. I work at The Purple Songbird, the male strip club in one of the busiest cities in the nation. I know what you're thinking, being a stripper doesn't sound like the most professional nor ideal profession, but honestly as long as I can pay my bills, I could care less.

"Yo Alex, c'mere and help me prep!"

"Ugh, why can't you do it yourself Liev," I groaned as I made my way to my coworker. "I don't get it, you've done tons of shows yet somehow I'm always the one who has to help your lazy ass apply the body oil beforehand."

"Hehe, you know I have short arms dude, plus the others won't do it cause they think it's 'too gay'. But I say to hell with that, I just can't reach my back!"

"Ah, that's right, too gay..." I thought to myself. You'd think being in this industry with other guys my coworkers would've gotten used to the whole seeing each other naked thing, yet they never fail to mention how "gay" certain actions are as if that's a bad thing. Sure, I might not be gay myself, but something about the way they always say it didn't sit right with me. I've just learned to ignore it and move on though, cause I've seen up close how the toxic masculinity mixes perfectly with the buttloads of cash we receive each night.

"You boys ready? Looks like we got some touchy customers a couple rows near the front so be careful when you're selecting your participants for act 3 got it?"

"YES MA'AM!" We yelled in response to our manager. I gave myself one last splash of body oil on my abs and stepped onto the bright stage along with my coworkers Liev, Bryan, and MD. None of us to this day know what MD really stands for, but he constantly told us it stood for "Mighty Dick". Anyways he has the smallest dick energy out of all of us.

I took a deep breath in, and got straight to work. "HOW ARE MY LADIES TONIIIIIIGHT?!" I hollered. A mix of high-pitched screams, hollers, and whistling emitted from the mainly female audience. The boys and I were wearing boxers, Timberlands, white tank tops, and a tie. I had on my signature green hat. What can I say? Fashion doesn't matter when you're sexy. We walked around the stage hyping up the crowd with a variety of hip thrusts, standing body rolls, and the ladies' personal favorite: aggressively ripping our clothes off and chucking them into the crowd. Let me in on an industry secret, although it may appear easy for us to rip off our clothes, in reality it would be much harder to simply rip a pair of jeans as if it were paper. So instead, all our clothes we wear for our performances have velcro on the sides, giving it that signature sound when we rip them off. Not only is it easier for us, but we look a hell of a lot sexier and everyone knows it.

"I KNOW YOU LADIES WANT SOME OF THIS!" Bryan screamed at the top of his lungs as he tore his thin white tank top to reveal his shiny upper body, and strangely hard nipples.

"Kyaa~!"

"YES DADDY!"

"WHOOHOO!"

I rolled my eyes at all the cheesy facial expressions he made towards his section of the crowd.

"Tsk, showoff. I'll show you," I muttered. I made my way over to the extended right side of the stage where there was a large metal pole. I slowly rubbed it while making eye contact with women below me as I could tell my suggestive moves were making them squeal with excitement. Gripping the pole tightly, I swung my legs up and hoisted myself onto the pole while continuously spinning around. I love pole dancing, there's something about how graceful and elegant, and at the same time how sexy I look whenever I do it, plus it's fun. While the other boys continued to take off their clothes and aggressively thrust their hips at women in the crowd, I stayed in my corner and continued to dance. My legs gripped the pole tightly as I climbed higher up the pole to the top, and getting one last look at the top, I leaned back and free-falled upside down, causing at first some screams, but afterwards a lot of cheers. Then the money started to rain on me.

"Thank you ladies, you're oh so kind! Ah, you in the red dress, yes you, thanks for the tips! And you with the gold hoop earrings over there! Thanks for the hundos 'ppreciate it!" I smiled brightly as I collected my cash from the stage, but as I got back up, I noticed a large figure near the back of the club at the bar staring at me intensely. "Jeez, what's their problem?" I muttered to myself. Seeing as this was a male strip club, I'm used to my main audience being female, but there'll be the occasional male presence in the room and all us performers can feel the shift in atmosphere. I don't mind it, but I'm not used to it either.

"Yo Alex! Quit your fancy pole humping and get ready for act 3!"

"Coming!" Tsk, Liev that jerk. None of the other guys do the same dancing that I do, so I gladly get the pole to myself. Unfortunately, it comes with a nickname doned by the guys. They call it, "Alex's Long Schlong". Sometimes I can't tell if I'm working with a bunch of 13 year-old boys or not.

Whenever it comes to that point in the night for us to perform act 3, that's when things get more exciting. Each of us takes turns selecting a random audience member to call up on stage, and we lap dance the shit out of them. Sometimes the dances will be themed, other times the nudity speaks for itself. In our defense, it's a great way to earn more tips, because the audience thinks throwing extra money means a higher chance of them being selected to have their personal boy toy to play with. We each took turns picking audience members to dance on, I chose a shy-looking girl in row 5 who looked quite flustered when I motioned for her to come on up onto the stage. I sat her down into the chair, leaned in, and whispered slowly and seductively in her ear, "You having fun tonight darling? How about I show you some more fun." I saw her face turn completely red, and I knew that was my cue to start my dancing. I turned around, put my hands on my knees, and started twerking with my boxers in her face. I've got some cake and I ain't afraid to show it off. I turned back around, took my hat, and started running it down my chest while making direct eye contact with the girl who was covering her face with her hands excerpt for her eyes while squealing.

"Hehe, so cute," I thought to myself. "Now now baby girl, we can't have you missing all the action, gimme those pretty hands of yours." I snatched her hands and gave them a small peck, causing her to giggle. I was told by my manager to be more flirtatious towards the customers, so here was my attempt at that. I opened the palms of her hands, and grazed my abs with her hands slowly, but sensually. I could tell everyone was eating this shit up like it was something wild, but to me it was just another day at work. I grinded in her face a little more until the song ended, took one final bow at the audience, grabbed my money, and ran backstage to get cleaned up. And that was the end of my night, just like all the others.

"See you guys tomorrow!"

"Night Alex! Thanks for your hard work!"

As I made my way out of the back room to go home for the night, I turned my face and ran into something hard.

"Ow," I groaned. I looked up to see what I had ran into, and to my surprise it was a very, very large man who didn't have a very pleasant look on his face. His towering presence made me gulp in fear, sure I have a physical build, but I have what you would call "k-pop boy abs". In short: I can't fight, nor do I want to.

"O-oh my god I'm so sorry sir, let me move out of your way." As I turned to get around him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I was shocked at this sudden move. As he pulled me back I got a good glimpse of him, he looked to be around 6'5", wore a sleek black suit, and the arm he grabbed me with had on a very expensive-looking watch from what looked like a designer brand. Mind you...I'm only 5'10"...

His deep voice spoke, "May I have a word with you, privately?"

"W-what?"

END OF CHAPTER 1