Author's Note: I'm back! After a massive break in writing and uploading stories due to school (only two more exams to go and I've finished forever!), I've finally been able to give you guys a new story! This one is extremely different to 'I'm Brining Sexy Back' (which is currently being rewritten, the first chapter hopefully isn't too far away) and to most wrestling stories that I've seen on Fanfiction & I hope you all enjoy it :)
It's loosely based on the movie 'Magic Mike' and was inspired by Tyler/Curt's final episode of Smackdown before Reks left the company.
The sound of female screams filled the dark, smoky room. A single spotlight shined down on the lone figure currently standing on the raised stage. He glanced out into the audience, the room crowded with hen's party goers, 21st birthday celebrators and the occasional group of blushing house wives. He adjusted the cowboy hat which seemed to be permanently placed on his head, "alright, alright, alright! Ladies, give it up for The Masterpiece!" he said into the microphone – eliciting more whoops of excitement from the audience, his audience – gesturing towards the extremely well built man walking backstage who had just performed for the all female crowd, "and now, the moment you've all been waiting for," he paused for a moment as the DJ played the sound of a drum roll over the PA system, "he's the man of your dirty, secret fantasies. Sent down from heaven itself, he is the one, the only, Gabriel!" the room went black, lit only by the small lamps set on each table, as he jumped down from the stage, clearing the area for the act. He walked over to the DJ booth to watch his next performer.
Fog began to envelop the stage; small lights flashed on and off down the runway. The women cheered in anticipation for the final act of what had been a very enjoyable night. Sounds of flutes and harps played melodically as a spotlight slowly lit up the area, illuminating a dreadlocked man dressed all in white, his head bowed, palms facing together in prayer. He raised his head, looking out at all the women who had paid to see him, a smile plastered on his face. Suddenly the music changed, electronic dance beats filled the air as the man ripped off his crisp shirt, throwing it into the audience, revealing his toned and chiselled torso. He thrust his hips in time with the drum beats, scanning the crowd for one lucky woman. He pointed to a dark haired female near the edge of the stage, wearing a hot pink sash with silver writing reading 'Finally 21' in big cursive letters. He pulled her up onto the performance area, placing her hands on his chest as she looked at her friends in excited shock.
The man known only as 'Gabriel' pulled the birthday girl closer to him, grinding his body against hers as she stuffed dollar bills in the back pockets of his white pants. This is what he loved about his job; the female attention. Her hands lingered in his pockets, roaming over his backside and moving up towards his head. But he stopped her from attempting to kiss him. One of their rules, "never kiss the clients", Gabriel and the other dancers had been told that multiple times from their manager "you're here to entertain them, not to fall in love with them". Gabriel restrained the excited girl's wandering hands above her head with one of his as she squealed, looking out at her friends with a big grin on her face. Using his spare arm, he lifted the girl up so her legs wrapped around his waist, as he continued to move his hips against hers, "happy birthday," he whispered seductively in her ear, letting go of her hands and stabilising her body against his.
Her hands trailed down his torso, tracing the lines of his abdomen, and placing more paper notes into the front of his pants. The music trailed off, returning to the melodic harmonies, as Gabriel helped the girl back to her seat and resumed his position in the centre of the raised stage, bowing his head as the room went black again.
The man with the cowboy hat walked back to the stage, microphone in hand "and that, my lovely ladies, is the end of the show," he said, an exaggerated look of sadness crossing his face, "but I do know, I'll be seeing you all again," he added with a wink. Watching as the various groups of women left the venue, he let out a contented sigh, another successful night, yet again. "Hunter," he called out to his business partner who was situated behind the bar counting out green notes, "how much tonight?"
Hunter ran his hand across his closely shaved hair, frustrated at the interruption in his counting of the money, "dammit Shaun," he said in an angry tone, letting his long-time friend know about his annoyance, "last count was $1755," Hunter remembered, watching as Shaun's face broke into a smile, "$500 more than last night."
"We're finally getting somewhere," Shaun grinned. He always knew that opening up a male strip club in the Floridian college town of Isolah was a profitable idea, college girls were known to be particularly fond of 6 foot plus, tanned, muscle-bound males. Little did the two men predict that their club 'Little Slice of Heaven' would become a popular destination for women of all ages. Although they'd only been open for a few months, Shaun and Hunter already had 21st birthday bookings being placed six months in advanced, "finally," he repeated quietly to himself.
Meanwhile in the change room located backstage, the 'Little Slice of Heaven' boys were drinking celebratory after-drinks and counting the multiple dollar bills that they'd earned throughout the night. "Damn, that chick was all over you Ty," Chris 'The Masterpiece' Masters said to Tyler, taking a swig of the Budweiser in his hand.
"What can I say?" Tyler replied, trading his white shirt for a black wife-beater, "the girls all want a piece of Gabriel," he added cockily, holding his fist out to a nearby Johnny Curtis for a fist-bump.
"But it's 'Mr America' they really want, and you know it Ty," Derrick Bateman said as he returned from the shower, referring to his stripper alter-ego, "everyone loves a patriotic dude."
The other three just shook their heads and laughed at Shaun's newest recruit. Derrick had only been working for a few weeks, but his ego was already as big as his apparently well-endowed member. "Anyway guys, I'm off," Tyler said, quickly downing the remainders of his Budweiser, "catch y'all tomorrow."
Stepping out into the warm Floridian night breeze, Tyler began the long walk back to his apartment. The streets were crowded with the usual Saturday night party crowd. Although he didn't attend the local college, Tyler definitely enjoyed living in Isolah, there was always plenty of young, attractive females who relished the idea of going home with him, especially when they learnt of his occupation. Girls loved construction workers in general, but when they were also male strippers it was a definite bonus.
"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going?" an angry voice snapped Tyler out of his thoughts, "shit man, you broke my guitar," the voice continued in its tirade. Tyler got a good look at the person he'd run into, a young male with long hair, an empty case at his feet and a semi-expensive looking electric guitar laying on the road with a snapped neck and broken strings. Tyler cringed internally, knowing that he'd have to shell out the money to replace the guy's instrument.
"I'll pay to get it fixed, don't worry," Tyler sighed, slightly irritated at himself. The angry male retrieved his iPhone from his pocket and gave it to Tyler, asking him to put his details in, "come see me tomorrow," Tyler said, before walking off, leaving the boy to deal with his broken guitar.
After picking up his broken instrument and replacing it in its flimsy case, Curt Hawkins looked at his phone to figure out the identity of the guy who'd run into him.
Tyler Reks
'Little Slice of Heaven'
Ask for Shaun or Hunter and they'll get me for you
"Didn't even leave a freakin' number," Curt said to himself, still feeling irate about the events which had just occurred, "and what the hell is 'Little Slice of Heaven'?" he figured he'd ask Maryse if she had any idea about the place once he returned to his college dorm. All Curt knew was that tomorrow, Tyler Reks had better be where he said he would, nobody breaks his guitar and gets away with it.
Author's Note: So what did everyone think? I would love some feedback, especially as it's a new story of mine and I would appreciate everyone's thoughts of what they like/dislike and whether they want to read more. So please, don't be afraid to leave a review :)