Prologue:
I'm a stripper, that's my profession anyways. It pays well enough, enough to get me through college. I want to be a veterinarian, I'm half way through school, I have my bachelor's degree but in order to become a full vet I need my master's degree. I sigh to myself, that wasn't really my problem right now, my problem right now was that I was really lonely. Because of my profession nobody wanted to be with me for more than a one night stand. It was kind of getting depressing.
I get out of bed and get dressed in a long sleeve fishnet shirt, leather shorts, thigh high boots, a spiked choker, and fingerless black elbow length gloves. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and look in the mirror, I had unusual rainbow eyes, long black hair with rainbow highlights, pale skin, a thin yet muscular build and I was about 5'9. I had quite a few tattoos and piercings. All in all I was a pretty attractive guy, so I didn't see why people avoided me like the plague just because of me being a stripper.
I shrug at myself in the mirror and leave for work, wearing a leather jacket over my fishnet shirt. Tonight was auction night at the club which meant that people would be bidding to go on a date with me and the other dancers. Even though I knew that people would bid, it would only be for a one night stand like it always was. I sigh again as I walk through the back entrance of the club.