"I am not going in there." Casey's face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and her trademark fury.
"Come on, Case!" Derek pleaded, kicking up his whining another notch by employing some fairly convincing puppy-dog eyes.
"No, Derek! I am not going into…Into…"
Casey paused and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm not going into a strip club!"
"It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," Derek said, smirking. "And besides, it's classy. It's a burlesque club."
"We're supposed to be here for educational purposes, Der-REK."
"Oh, this is educational."
Casey's face purpled slightly, and she stormed off to hail a cab before he could stop her.
'Whoa,' Derek thought, 'That's a new level of anger even for her.'
Immediately upon entering the club, he was handed a glass containing an amber fluid that he soon identified as scotch.
"Sweet."
Derek approached the stage. Loud rock music pumped out of large speakers on either side, and on stage…Girls. He almost moaned in delight.
They were dressed in corsets, stockings, and heels of all colors, and were shimmying in time to the music.
"Hey there, sweetie. You're delicious. Dance with us." A corset-clad girl pulled him onstage.
Oh, this just kept getting better and better. Derek saw this as a prime opportunity to show off his best dance moves while simultaneously ogling some seriously hot chicks.
First "the MC Hammer", then the "running man", and then—he was really breaking out the big guns here—"the shopping cart."
He then pulled his shirt over his head and began twirling it over his head, all the while swiveling his hips seductively.
The ladies seemed pretty impressed. How could they not? Derek noticed that a gentleman seated on a plush couch also seemed quite enthralled with his little strip-tease. The man was dressed in plaid trousers, a pink cashmere sweater, and a paisley cravat. On anyone else, the outfit would have seemed ridiculous, but on him it was…Sexy.
Derek made eye contact and winked. The man smirked and stroked his cravat absent-mindedly. This was all the encouragement Derek needed…
Hips wiggling in a vaguely salsa-like motion, he unzipped his skinny jeans and pulled them off, tossing them out into the crowd at the well-dressed man.
The man smiled and licked his lips.
For the grand finale, Derek did his legendary air-guitar move and lept offstage. Everyone cheered. Cravat Man looked as though he were going to jizz in his pants. The man rose from the couch and strutted over to Derek.
"I'm Chuck Bass," He murmured, his voice smooth and delectable as caramel.
"Come with me."