Lost and Found - A story about OCS.

Chapter 2 - Pumpkin Spice

That night Max couldnt get those bright green orbs out of his head, they were haunting him and he didn't quite know why. Each time he went back on the memories of not long ago his spine began to tingle, sending minuscule sparks of pleasure throughout his body.

He was angry- that was a good enough excuse and it wasn't entirely false, he was bothered and insulted by the way the worker had spoken to him. The man squints his eyes as he tries to evict the constant thoughts, attempting to focus on the stage which was currently lit up by bright purple and pink lights that set the atmosphere of the club.

There was no doubt his favourite performer would be on tonight- a young redheaded named William who went by 'Vixen' on stage. Max was beginning to think he just had a thing for redheads and freckles. As the familiar shallow tunes of Softcore by The Neighbourhood began to play Max found himself sinking into his curved seat, eyelids getting heavy. The song had obviously been messed with and was slower than the original, matched with more reverb to give an ethereal and seductive vibe.

As if William was a doll made of porcelain when the lights hit his skin his leg began to shine like diamonds. The boy stepped out onto stage from behind a curtain, moving slowly, exposing each limb one at a time to tease the crowd which was made up of returning customers like Max and new faces like the married men who sat in the back trying to be as lowkey as possible.

He waves at the audience, blowing a kiss in Max's direction who rolls his eyes. William was a whore, he couldn't and wouldn't get attached. The night felt slow, slower than usual atleast, the music felt repetitive and he just couldn't get into the mood. Max adjusts his collar, exposing his chest and sinking even further into the cushions of the seat.

"Fuck you, William."

The words from Max's lips were barely a whisper. He felt guilty tonight, there was a lot on his conscious- especially the fact that he was fresh out of a relationship HE ruined, now about to get laid by a cheap stripper after the skimpy show. It didn't help that William had a strange resemblance to his ex and the worker down at the docks- Max was just so irritated tonight. Maybe sweet release would be ok just this once- he needed to take a load off and William's flirty advances gave him a reason to.

He looks up at William with a serious yet testy expression which got him a lip bite back from the dancer before he turned his back to Max, grabbing onto the shiny silver pole and hoisting himself up gracefully.

Whistles could be heard around the room as the dance began with William climbing the pole and discarding his pink feathery boa, it tumbles down onto the stage where it was quickly snatched up and yanked into the audience by some greedy guests.