Hired for Love? (Pewdiecry)

Oh shit....

Cry's POV

After witnessing the blonde in action I hadn't realized how limber and
agile he really was. When he was on stage he acted as though he were
in a new world, a new time, almost as if he belongs there...it was
fucking hot

I walked up to the stage and when I had, he noticed me. The peaceful
and seductive look in his eyes faded into something like a mix of
embarrassment and flabbergasted.

"Hello Cry. Enjoy the show?" I was shocked when I heard this from the
Swede, I smirked and ruffled his hair, before whispering in his ear
"it was good enough."

The blonde looked disappointed, but to my surprise it turned into one
of annoyance. He didn't look like the one to ever be defiant towards
anyone, so when I say I was surprised...I was damn surprised.

Before I could say anything Scott yelled out to me that it was 45
minutes until we are open. So instead I walked over to the bar to help
out, leaving the man with Red and Marzia.

Snake and I followed Scott's voice to behind the counter, where he was
stacking glasses one by one. We both helped out and finished with the
bar having about 5 minutes to spare.

Scott and I decide to talk a bit before we open. "Why him Cry?" I
stop my hand abruptly as I tried to grab the tall cloudy container of
tequila. "I have no clue what you are talking about, Scott..." My best
friend sighs and rolls his eyes, annoyed at my behavior. "Why did you
pick a guy for our lead performer? Who knows if the customers will
like it? What if they think it's weird, Cry?" I glance over at the
swedish man smiling happily with Marzia. To be honest his emotions
annoy me a bit. Wasn't he just annoyed at me a little while ago? Now
he is flirting with her? Seriously? I sigh and look back over at
Scott. "Some people could be gay, Scott." Before he can say anything
else I see the house lights dim and the stage lights as well as the
bar lights glow bright.

"Show time Scott. Let's go" *Snake opens the doors and a wave of
screaming could be heard throughout the building. The bandana wearing
man ushers people two at a time into the club. They all slowly get
comfortable and most run as if their lives depend on it to the bar.
Scott and I begin pouring drink after drink into small glass cups. We
then pass them to the eager customers.

Pewd's POV

I watch the millions of people rush in the door as if they were kids
entering an amusement park. Marzia and Red had already explained their
routine to me and I had learned it effortlessly.

Licking my lips, I turn my back to the people and hold the bar tightly
above my head. I glance to Marzia and Red nervously as my knees begin
to shake.

Then. Everything is quiet....everything calms down as the music plays
and the strobe lights flash. That is where I started to dance. I turn
and smile seductively. This will be fun.

The crowd goes wild and I begin to feel amazing. Though I am not
drunk, it seems as though everyone here is. Well it's a bar...stupid
Pewds. Its just that when I'm up on this stage I feel exhilarated, I
feel amazing. I love this feeling, but at the same time I cant help,
but feel a bit dirty.

Normally, I only go in for private sessions. But this...there are lots
of people here, they are all watching me and to be honest it is scary
as fuck. So when I feel all of those gazes over my skin it sends
tingles up my body.

A few minutes later, and I begin to get used to the feeling of dancing
for these people. Every once and a while though I feel uneasy as if
someone is possessively scanning my body from head to toe. At first I
don't think of it, but then it gets out of hand as I am turning on the
pole and I catch a glimpse of red eyes staring at me hungrily. Once I
am done I glance around, and I am relived though slightly disappointed
to see no red eyes anywhere.

When we are finally finished, the crowd began to shout and make
disappointed sounds. Then Red had done something unexpected. She
grabbed the microphone and began to literally sell herself. Money was
up in the air by hundreds and she spotted a guy in the front whom held
up $500.

When I leaned over to Marzia, she began to explain what they do here.
She explained how after the dance, customers are extra eager not to
have more would be a crime. So they both decide to give them a little
extra. In exchange for a private dance of their own, thankfully they
only dance, nothing more.

Next thing I know Marzia is selling herself earning a tall brunette
with a $450 and a necklace. I nervously step up and hold the
microphone shakily before a light shines down cascading against my
pale skin. Then something unexplainable happens. Thousands and
thousands of dollars were held up by almost all of the customers in
the crowd.

I then blush pure red exciting the crowd further, then I point to a
man in the back holding up $3,000 and looking away. By a glance he
looks utterly attractive with his suit and brown hair that makes me
want to run my fingers through.

Everyone immediately lowers their hands and I turn when I hear a small
giggle from one of the girls. "What's going on?" I asked confused as I
look around for the source of her laughing. That is when time
stopped. I shook my head as the man looked up. No....it cant be.

"Felix, that man that you chose, that was Cry."