Fergal Devitt had been in New Orleans for a few days. He needed time away from the small town feel of Bray. He wanted to just live a little looser, live without feeling like he was under the thumb of every good Catholic family in Ireland. He looked out of his hotel window at the city below him. It was remarkable how during the day it was so peaceful and historic, then transformed into something wild at night. He turned back to his room and started to put the clothing he had laid out on. He got himself together to go to what he assumed was a pool hall. He never looked more into what exactly "The Corner Pocket" had to offer but with a name like that it had to be a billiards reference. He left his room and walked the few blocks from his hotel to bar.

Fergal walked in and was taken aback. There were scantily clad men dancing on the bar. He had never seen anything like this in Bray. Not that Bray was backward but more because there was still a bit of conservatism. The men all looked like they were getting tipped well. He was eventually going to need to make money if he planned to be here for a few months. He looked at a bulletin with some interest cards. He filled one out and slid it into the box marked "Applications." He had no idea how any of this worked. How he was even supposed to dance.

Fergal turned back to the men on the bar. One caught his eye. He stepped closer to the attractive dancer. Not that he could ever speak to a man so beautiful, he had a deep interest in what he was doing. He was tan, tall, lean, brown eyes, dirty blond hair. He looked down at Fergal from his spot on the bar. He didn't break his eye contact with Fergal. He continued dancing for men giving him money. Fergal retreated. He felt like he already owed this man more than money for staring in such lust. He went to a corner. It was typical of him to kind of hide from confrontation. He never knew how he'd even ask how to become a dancer. He was enjoying the music in the corner he was in when he felt someone behind him. He felt hot breath on his ear.

"I saw ya fill out the little interest card. To dance?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm in charge of hiring dancers." He got closer "Ya've got some beautiful blue eyes."

"Thanks."

"What's your name handsome?"

"It's um, it's Fergal."

"Nice Irish name for a nice Irish stud. I'm Lucas."

"Nice biblical name."

"About the only thing biblical about me, darlin'." Lucas smiled at the sound that escaped Fergal's mouth. "Ya seemed a bit interested but ran off?"

"Sorry, I didn't want to come off perverted, I was interested in the dancing."

"Ah. Ya'd make a lot of money doing it. Ya look well built under that black button up. I could teach you." Fergal just nodded at him. Lucas slid a piece of paper into Fergal's pants pocket. "Alright. That ass is going to make you some cash too."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's a good ass. You'll get tips from older men. If you let em have a nice little feel, they will tip more."

Lucas's hands felt around Fergal's ass. He closed his eyes. He'd promised himself this was going to be professional. His breath hitched when Fergal turned around to face him. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. He knew he shouldn't have followed Fergal after seeing him drop the interest card into the little box on the wall. The number one rule was never show interest in a customer. You don't make tips falling in love or lust with the first handsome man who stares at you with the level of intensity that Fergal had. His eyes shifted to the wall. Fergal may have very well been his next co-worker. He needed to be a little more professional. Part of him was glad he slid his jeans back on over his little briefs. Working with this man was going to be hard in any capacity.

Fergal realized he was standing too close. He had a bad habit of getting too close when he was talking to people. It was an even worse habit when it was someone that he wanted to get to know better. He knew at times it made people uncomfortable but it was a horrible habit. He wasn't expecting the extremely attractive Go Go boy to be the one to offer to teach him the trade. He didn't expect his future employment to be in the hands of someone he was eye fucking. He assumed it would be some older unattractive man, maybe someone a little seedy. He definitely wasn't expecting it to be someone whose cock he watched with lust a few minutes ago. He started questions whether this was a terrible idea or not. On one hand he would eventually run out of money. He needed to live, he needed to eat. On the other hand, he had a significant amount of money between the two accounts he had. He nodded when Lucas excused himself. He felt some form of relief. He left the bar with the assumption Lucas was done for the evening. He needed to go back to the room he was renting to take care of something.

Lucas walked to the room where all the dancers changed into their small underpants. He sat on the floor with his back up against the cold wall. He needed to cool down. His mind was filled with nasty thoughts of Fergal. He just imagined him moaning out his name while he was getting fucked. He looked like he could handle getting dicked hard, really seemed like he preferred it. The thought of those pretty blue eyes looking up at him from his knees didn't help ease his hardening dick. He couldn't go out there and dance like this. He walked into the private shower area for the dancers. With a few quick strokes and the image of Fergal's eyes staring up at him sucking him off, he was able to stabilize his hormones. He cleaned himself up and took a few calming breaths to get his mind back on his job. He stepped out to the bar in a pair of spandex briefs with the Union Jack on the ass. He took his spot on the bar. He scanned the room for Fergal. He seemed to have left for the night.