KLANCE!!! one-shots

Showtime

Lights off, surrounded by darkness. A murmur of excitement fell through the crowd. The bar was the only light source for the waitresses for tonight's shift. Another small light was off to the corner of the room from the stage. This was for the DJ.

The music began, the stage lighting in two spotlights to show the girls next to me and one on me, center stage. I gripped onto the pole behind me above my head, the static of the music filling the room along with the shouts of excitement coming from the crowd.

A male voice came through the speaker, my musical cue to snap my head to for the first time to the crowd. I pushed my heeled foot forward and around to the back. I followed the leg to walk around the pole, letting go of it with one hand.

I swung around to the crowd and around the pole. The pole spun with me so the crowd could look at all my angles. With my legs wrapped around the pole, I let my upper half drop with my arms reaching to the crowd. I soon let go of the pole and continued my routine.

With splits and expressions to die for I got everyone in the crowd hard. I rubbed my hands against my body so the crowd could get a full view of my outfit. With all-black attire, my ankle boots, fishnets, booty shorts, and a crop top to finish won over the group in front of me.

My music stopped and so did my routine. I smiled at the crowd as I gathered the money that had been thrown at me and walked to the dressing room in the back of the building. After getting water and meeting up with the girl that would be taking my spot on the center stage I walked out to mingle with the guests.

Upon walking out I was pulled in close by my boss, "Ah, Keith! That was perfect! Because of you, I've got someone asking you to hang out with them for the rest of the night! Wonderful work!"

"Thank you, sir. Where are they?"

"In your private room. Have fun!"

I began to make my way over to the line of doors that were to the left wall, waving and smiling at the groups that looked to me. Each door had a performer's name on it, and I opened mine.

Standing in the middle of the room was a man dressed in black dress pants and a blue button-up, long-sleeved shirt. His hair was chocolate brown and his skin was a similar color. A smirk rested on his lips when he turned to me, and his voice shot right through my heart, "Ah, good to see you again, Keith."

"Lance McClain, haven't seen you in forever," I closed the door behind me.

Lance and I knew each other from high school. We were friends but not very close. We got along but only to an extent. I'm not gonna lie, Lance was hotter than hell in high school, and growing up just made him even more so. Again, I would be lying if my gay ass didn't have the biggest crush on him back then.

I never bothered to tell him about my feelings, already knowing that it was pointless considering that he had a well-spoken crush on Allura. It wasn't until after graduation that they got together. Speaking of which, this is what I asked him about.

"How's Allura?"

Lance laughed, "Man I haven't heard from her in a while. We broke up after a few months of dating. I realized that I liked someone else."

"Oh, well good for you."

I caught myself thinking that the other person was me. That would be a dream come true. Granted, I haven't talked nor thought of Lance for a long time, but I'd be an idiot to turn down a confession from someone as hot as him.

"That's actually why I'm here. I've got some news," I tilted my head for him to continue, "I'm Bisexual."

I smiled, "Well, what do ya know? Congrats man!"