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Steve Rogers walked into the club in mid afternoon; so nervous he was almost shaking. He'd really hoped it wouldn't come to something like this, he was a good Christian boy, gosh darn it. But it had. He needed the money. His friend Bucky had told him about the strip club, told Steve he went there often and that everyone seemed really nice, and the place was clean and reputable. And from what Steve had seen when he'd dropped off his application and then come back for his interview, it was.

The interview alone had made him feel a bit out of his depth, unlike anything he was used to. There were the standard questions, things like: do you work well with others, what are your strengths and weakness, and so on. But then came the choreography portion. They wanted to know if he could dance, so he spent an hour with a choreographer, learning some basic moves. Then they had asked him to take his clothing off. Not all of it, but most of it, everything but his underpants. They told him he didn't have to be sexy about it (although he made sure he wasn't sloppy), they just wanted to see what he looked like. They had hired him on the spot, and now, three days later he was going in for his first day of training.

The place was run by a man named Coulson, who greeted him as soon as he walked though the door into the vast employees only space. "Hey kid. Ready to start working?"

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yes sir."

Coulson laughed. "Alright first things first, you're going over there to see Maria, she is the person in charge of keeping you all looking tip top," he pointed at a nice looking brunet woman who waved back. Steve smiled and tried not to let his nerves show as he walked over to her.

"Hey," she said, " I'm Maria." She held out her hand.

Steve shook it. "I'm Steve."

"Nice to meet you Steve. Did Coulson tell you what my job is?"

"He said something about making us look pretty, I think," he chuckled, trying to relax.

"That's about it, I make sure you all have the outfits you need, design a bunch of them actually, and I'm in charge of hair removal, lucky me." She laughed lightly to herself. "Its really not a bad job." she closed the door to the room.

"Hair removal?" Steve raised an eyebrow, he wasn't quite sure what that meant, and he wasn't really a hairy guy.

"Can't have hairy strippers, my friend." She grinned, "but you don't have a lot on you so this wont take long. Strip down and lie on the table, I got to go get the wax. Steve nodded slightly in shock; they had failed to mention this part of things at the interview. But it was to late to back out now. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and sat on the table.

Maria walked back in holing a large tub of vanilla scented wax. " Oh no honey, I mean all of it."

Steve blushed, feeling even more embarrassed than before. "Oh, right," he muttered as he slid off his underpants. He wasn't ashamed or unhappy with how he looked, he just wasn't used to being fully naked in front of people he just met.

"Lie down." He did as he was told. "You're going to have to get over being bashful," she said matter of factly, "people are going to pay money to get to look at you without clothing on." She spread some of the warm wax along Steve's shin as she talked, smoothing a piece of linen over top. "Here bite this, it's your first time doing this so it's going to sting like a bitch."

Steve took the large rubber rod form her, and was about to bite it when he was struck with a sudden realization. "Wait, are you doing everything?" his eyes widened slightly. "Like everything, everything?"

"Yup, buckle up kid. And bite that, it'll help." Steve did as he was told. Maria ripped strip after strip of wax of his body, and he tried his best to stay calm, but damn it stung. After about fifteen minutes she told him to turn over onto his stomach. He did as instructed, the soft cotton of the sheets feeling amazing against his raw and over sensitive skin. When she was done there she told him to sit up. "We're almost done, how you holding up?"

Steve removed the bar from his mouth; it now had sizeable tooth marks in it. " Can't say I'll be massively excited to do it again."

"Fair enough," she mused. "Left arm over your head please." She waxed both of his armpits then put her stuff down. "All done."

Steve dropped the bar from his teeth once more. "Thank god," he sighed

"Yeah it sucks, but the more times you do it the less grows back so the less you have to do it. Here give me that," she took the rubber bar from Steve and threw it into the sink, "that's yours whenever you come in, till you stop needing it." He nodded. "Right, I'm just going to give you some basic wardrobe pieces, but for now just put these on, "she threw him a plain black thong, a white tank top, and a pair of small black shorts," put the rest of it in your locker for now then go see Coulson. And don't worry about clean up, that's my job" She placed a small pile of other clothes and a key with a locker number on it next to him, smiled and left.

Steve looked at the clothing she had told him to wear and shrugged, it wasn't anything to out there. It almost looked like something he'd work out in. minus the tightness of the shorts and the thong. He pulled everything on, throwing his plaid shirt on over top of warmth, but leaving it unbuttoned, and pulled his black converse back on. He then collected the rest of his personal clothing and the wardrobe pieces he'd been given and headed to the locker room at the other end of the hall. When he got there he found his locker, and put all his stuff inside. As he was locking it another man walked into the room.

"You're the new guy right? I'm Clint."

"Yeah, I'm Steve," he shook Clint's hand, "nice to meet you."

"You too." Clint looked the taller blond up and down "you're more cut than I expected. Coulson said you were kinda shy, figured you were smaller. Its normally the small ones who are shy."

Steve chuckled "nope. Not small. Used to be when I was younger but not any more. Guess some of the mannerisms just stuck around."

"Guess so." Clint pulled off all of his clothing quickly, leaving him utterly naked, minus the towel slung over his shoulder. "Well, I'm off to take a shower. See you around kid." And with that the smaller man smacked Steve's ass, making Steve jump slightly, and wandered off. Steve blushed slightly, he was going to have to get used to the total confidence everybody had in their bodies. After collecting himself, Steve went back out into the hall to find Coulson.

The manager was in his office filling out paper work when Steve knocked. "Come on in, we are just waiting on Tony."

"Tony?"

" He's our biggest seller, been here a while. He's going to teach you the ropes, help you with choreo, that type of thing." Coulson continued to fill out paper work.

"Oh, ok." Steve looked down at his lap. He knew who Tony was. He was a very well know dancer, did shows at clubs all over the state of New York. Steve had seen a bunch of his routines on line. And the guy modeled for like three or four major companies. Great this won't be intimidating at all, he thought.

A few moments later there was a know at the door, and Steve looked up and came face to face with the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He was slender, but well muscled with short dark spiky hair and a perfectly angular goatee. He was dressed similarly to Steve, only he wore combat boots and a Metalica hoodie. What surprised Steve was the fact that the man could have stood no more than five foot ten.

Coulson looked up from his work momentarily "Steve, Tony. Tony, Steve" he then went back to ignoring them. Steve stood, wiping his hand on his shirt, before offering it to Tony.

"Nice to meet you, Tony."

"Pleasures all mine" the older man beamed. "Follow me." He let go of Steve's hand and walked into one of the smaller practice rooms. It was painted a light purple; one side of the room had a pole, the other a chair, and a big rack of props against the far wall, that was it. Once they were inside, tony waved at the chair. Take a seat. First thing you need to learn is lap dances, that's what you'll be doing tonight. And I find these things are best taught through example."

Steve sat hesitantly as Tony turned so music on and Nirvana's come as you are filled the room. He was about to get a lap dance from Tony Stark. He had to breathe; the last thing he wanted to do was pop a boner on his first day at the job because of one of his co-workers. As soon as the intro to the song was over Tony stalked over to the blond man in the chair. He leaned forward; placing his hands on the arm rests and began to circle his hips. The dance lasted the duration of the song, a grand total of maybe four minutes, and Steve was mesmerized the entire time. He tried very hard to pay attention to how Tony did what he did, but it was incredibly difficult. Tony just drew him in, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and because of that he was also trying very hard not to get aroused. Yet Tony never actually touched him and the only clothing he took off was his hoodie.

Steve had to restrain himself from whining when Tony stopped dancing, and snapped back to reality when the dark haired man spoke. " Alright Rogers, your turn. Out of the chair" Steve stood automatically, willing to do anything the beautiful man told him to do, before it sunk in.

"My- my turn?" he sputtered, more on edge than ever. How could he follow that? He knew how to give an ok lap dance, but after that?

"Yup." Tony flopped down on the chair, pulling the sweatshirt back on. "I'll help you don't worry. Walk you through some stuff."

"Oh, all right," Steve ran his fingers through his hair. "Should I… music?" oh great job Steve can't even form full sentences, you look like a sputtering twelve year old.

"Na, I got it." He pulled a remote for the stereo out of his sweater pocket and skipped to the next song. "Always use the intro for a walk if you can, show them just how much you are in charge, make them feel like you own them. Come on, walk towards me." Steve did as he was told, trying to be as dominant as possible in his star struck state. " Not bad, use a little bit more hip, and glare at me a tiny bit more." Steve backed up and tried again. "Much better. You've got my interest, now seduce me." The blond took a deep breath and began to dance. Tony smiled at him and nodded, every now and then giving him a verbal pointer or two.

"Stop for a sec," the smaller man paused the music, " this is good, you've got my interest, you've seduced me. But that will only get you so far. You've got about forty five seconds of the dance left, make me come in my pants, but don't touch me." Steve was at a loss for words, he'd already used all his best tricks, taken off both of his shirts. He wracked his brain for something, anything " hey, don't over think it," Tony ran his thumb along Steve's jaw drawing him back to reality. "Don't over think it. Just go with instinct, this bit isn't about flashy moves, it's about making me believe that really want to be here with me, not that I'm paying you to."

"Right." Steve took a deep breath, and started to dance again as the music resumed. But this time is was slower and more organic, less practiced. The blond bit his lip and let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Steve let his eyes linger just a little longer than they should have on Tony's crotch, his collarbone, his jaw, and then his lips. He drank in the sight before him. Then he looked right into Tony's eyes and smirked just ever so slightly, before abruptly turning on his heal and walking off, making sure to sway his hips as the song came to an end.

"Steve?" Tony said, a small strain in his voice.

"Yeah?" Steve turned around slowly, praying he wasn't about to get reprimanded for something.

"If you do that to every customer, they will be tipping you in fifties."

"What?" he was completely lost

"If you can manage to eyefuck every one of your customers as well as you just eyefucked me, you'll be getting tipped in fifties. And for what its worth, the last person who looked at me like that when I wasn't getting paid to entertain them, I got laid. Good job" and with that the smaller man stood, heading for the door. " I'll see you out there tonight."

Steve sank to the floor, had Tony just come on to him? He was going to have a heart attack.