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Title: The price you pay for the life you lead
Pairing: Multiple, but this chap almost Zacky/??
Rating: PG describes stripping
Summary: Zacky is a stripper/dancer, Matt is his boss.... and the rest is to be written....
Part 2:
-Next Day-
You pulled your coat tighter around yourself as you walked, trying to shield your body from the harsh East Coast winter. The sounds of the city along with the squeak and crunch of the snow under your feet filled your ears. You hated this city. You sighed, taking one last drag from your cigarette before pushing your bay through the graffiti covered doors of the club.
You shook your head in disgust as you looked around the dingy room, 2:30 in the afternoon and there were already at least 15 old men inside, all tossing sweaty bills at struggling young boys much like yourself. This was your life.
After dodging the old man nearest the door you eventually made your way to the back room, ignoring the catcalls you had received on the way. You sighed and clocked in, tossing your thinning coat onto the bench that was installed in the corner. You quickly pulled off your street clothes and changed into your skimpy work outfit. Unlike some of your coworkers, you refused to wear a g-string or thong, you simply preferred your small shorts. You enjoyed leaving something to the imagination… it was either that or you still had a sense of self-respect. You had always said it was the first. You shook the thoughts from your head and pulled on your tight jeans, leaving yourself shirtless. You padded your way down the back hall, pausing at the door to the stage. You hated your job. You sighed one last time before opening the door and slinking onto the stage.
Lights bright and voices cheering, you prowled around the stage, stopping in front of one of the many poles across the stage. With your hip cocked you slowly and shamelessly stroked the pole, moving you straddled the leg, grinding up and down the pole. You sensually stepped around the pole so that you were standing right in front of it. You pushed back against the pole as you bent, your legs wide open yet still covered facing the crowd. You let of your position, arms held above your head, holding onto the pole, and fell forward, catching yourself in a crawling position, slinking across the stage.
Once you were in the middle of the stage and the center of everyone’s attention you rocked yourself back onto your haunches, your hands sliding down your slicked chest, over your stomach and straight your belt. You teasingly took your time pulling the piece of leather through each loop, your eyes scanning the crowd for someone worth fucking tonight, you grinned as you spotted him.
Rising to your knees you tossed your belt to the side your hands quickly undoing the buttons on your jeans and one of your hands sliding into your pants, moving it slightly to appear as if you were pleasuring yourself, you even threw in a fake moan. The pairs of lusty eyes watched you approvingly, you felt sick. You stood up once more, slowly tugging the rough fabric of your pants down your pale thighs, you pulled them off, rolling your hips as you walked over to your boy for the night. He was a nice change, someone you might actually want in the real world. Well except for his little hobby. Also known as your workplace.
You perched yourself atop his lap and started his show.
A/N: once again, once I get enough comments I’ll continue… and then you guys will get to find out who’s getting a lap dance from out favourite stripper… lol
Pairing: Multiple, but this chap almost Zacky/??
Rating: PG describes stripping
Summary: Zacky is a stripper/dancer, Matt is his boss.... and the rest is to be written....
Part 2:
-Next Day-
You pulled your coat tighter around yourself as you walked, trying to shield your body from the harsh East Coast winter. The sounds of the city along with the squeak and crunch of the snow under your feet filled your ears. You hated this city. You sighed, taking one last drag from your cigarette before pushing your bay through the graffiti covered doors of the club.
You shook your head in disgust as you looked around the dingy room, 2:30 in the afternoon and there were already at least 15 old men inside, all tossing sweaty bills at struggling young boys much like yourself. This was your life.
After dodging the old man nearest the door you eventually made your way to the back room, ignoring the catcalls you had received on the way. You sighed and clocked in, tossing your thinning coat onto the bench that was installed in the corner. You quickly pulled off your street clothes and changed into your skimpy work outfit. Unlike some of your coworkers, you refused to wear a g-string or thong, you simply preferred your small shorts. You enjoyed leaving something to the imagination… it was either that or you still had a sense of self-respect. You had always said it was the first. You shook the thoughts from your head and pulled on your tight jeans, leaving yourself shirtless. You padded your way down the back hall, pausing at the door to the stage. You hated your job. You sighed one last time before opening the door and slinking onto the stage.
Lights bright and voices cheering, you prowled around the stage, stopping in front of one of the many poles across the stage. With your hip cocked you slowly and shamelessly stroked the pole, moving you straddled the leg, grinding up and down the pole. You sensually stepped around the pole so that you were standing right in front of it. You pushed back against the pole as you bent, your legs wide open yet still covered facing the crowd. You let of your position, arms held above your head, holding onto the pole, and fell forward, catching yourself in a crawling position, slinking across the stage.
Once you were in the middle of the stage and the center of everyone’s attention you rocked yourself back onto your haunches, your hands sliding down your slicked chest, over your stomach and straight your belt. You teasingly took your time pulling the piece of leather through each loop, your eyes scanning the crowd for someone worth fucking tonight, you grinned as you spotted him.
Rising to your knees you tossed your belt to the side your hands quickly undoing the buttons on your jeans and one of your hands sliding into your pants, moving it slightly to appear as if you were pleasuring yourself, you even threw in a fake moan. The pairs of lusty eyes watched you approvingly, you felt sick. You stood up once more, slowly tugging the rough fabric of your pants down your pale thighs, you pulled them off, rolling your hips as you walked over to your boy for the night. He was a nice change, someone you might actually want in the real world. Well except for his little hobby. Also known as your workplace.
You perched yourself atop his lap and started his show.
A/N: once again, once I get enough comments I’ll continue… and then you guys will get to find out who’s getting a lap dance from out favourite stripper… lol