Chapter One
Ludwig sighed and looked around, not liking anything at all. The place reeked of cigarette smoke, liquor, sweat, and cheap perfume. Everywhere he looked were half- naked dancers writing on stages and platforms, and some in cages on the ceiling as brightly colored lights struck every body in the room. His crisp white shirt looked like a pale magenta and then a light blue as it danced through the rainbow of colors that danced through the crowd around him. He was sitting in a booth closest to the main stage, fingering the edge of his beer glass as he continued to scan the room, not interested in anything this place had to offer and embarrassed to be seen in a strip club of all places.
"So, West- see anything you like?" the man beside him asked, smacking his back. Ludwig grimaced and averted his eyes from the white-haired, red eyed albino of his brother. He always hated his nickname. His brother called him that because he used to get his directions confused as a young child and everywhere he pointed was 'west' until he got into school. And now that same brother had dragged him from the house as soon as Ludwig returned from work just to go out with his friends.
"No, I don't. What was the point in this? I have work to do," Ludwig responded. His brother, Gilbert, groaned and Antonio, his friend, looked around Gilbert to smile at Ludwig.
"Don't act so grumpy! You haven't even seen the best part!" he said brightly. Ludwig snorted and took a drink.
"Oh hon hon hon~ I see the problem- little brother is too uptight and needs more drink. Finish your beer quickly, mon ami, and drink more!" Gilbert's French friend, Francis, said, holding up his wineglass. Gilbert nodded and held up his beer after taking a drink.
"He's right, little bruder- bottoms up!" he said, then proceeded to take another large drink. Antonio just stared at the main stage dreamily.
"I can't wait. This is the whole reason I wake up in the morning anymore..." Ludwig shook his head at this statement. He didn't believe when his brother had come home one day raving about a bi-gender strip club. He thought that there were men and women clubs, and that was the end of it. But this place; it was huge! There must've been a lot of income to get this set up the way it was. He wondered who on this earth would do something like this. He wanted to know why- he always thought these places were a bit degrading and horrible places to work. It was a bit stuffy in the room, and according to Gilbert the ventilation wasn't working, otherwise it would smell better.
"You wake up to come to this place?" Ludwig asked critically. Antonio nodded, still smiles and cheer.
"Of course. Because my favorite part is the time I can use my imagination to the fullest with my little friend on edge..." Antonio mused, patting his crotch, leaving Francis to laugh in that annoying way of his and Ludwig to grimace. Lud looked around at several things, from the decoration on the walls to the men smoking and laughing two booths over.
"Describe it, Toni," Gilbert urged, nudging the Spaniard with his elbow. The dark, curly haired Antonio's green eyes sparkled.
"Of all the dancers, the Big Show usually hosts the ones that do the most for their money. Everyone is so unwilling to go all out. But if you have a way to pay for it, you'll have whatever you want. A few bucks has your wildest dreams with-"
"And now the Big Show!" an announcer called over the PA system. "May introduce the big shots; the hottest, the sleekest, the sexiest set of twins this side of Hetal City- the Deviant Duo!" That being said, the lights danced wildly with the new beat in place, and the little lights along the main stage flashed as the rest of the club shot their attention to the sparkly purple platform. There was one gleaming gold pole in the center front, and Gilbert mentioned how lucky they were to be so close to the action. Suddenly, two slim, lean brunettes strutted to the rhythm while rolling their hips from the far side towards the middle. One looked like he was enjoying himself, the other appeared to be a bit more sour about the ordeal. They were both wearing tight black leather short-shorts and a black fishnet halter top with a leather collar. They were almost exactly alike except the expression difference and the fact that the cheerful-looking one had coppery hair and honey colored eyes, and the other had hazel eyes and darker brown. As they reached the center, they clasped hands and strutted towards the end of the stage with the pole.
Antonio looked ready to jump over the table already when Ludwig looked at the rest of his group after Gilbert hooted. Francis stood and allowed Antonio to switch him seats so that Antonio could face the stage from the booth seat. Ludwig looked back to the stage and couldn't help but stare. The two were now dancing, the sour one rolling his body on the pole while the other one took a role dropping down to the floor and sliding around seductively. Ludwig marveled at how men could just dance in heels like that- the platforms had to at least be two inches, and the heels themselves arched the foot where one couldn't help but be curious how it didn't hurt. Ludwig's eyes examined the one on the floor who managed to keep an endearing smile on his face- under the tight shorts he could see the straps of some form of undergarment that would probably leave little to the imagination if it were exposed. The darker haired twin slid down the pole into perfect splits, and Ludwig knew that the groan of longing he heard came from Antonio. The dark haired twin proceeded to arch his back until his palms were pressed against the stage, then he brought one leg up over his body at a time until he had landed gracefully on the floor of the club. He spun around and made his way to the occupied table on the far side near the opening of the stage. Meanwhile, the one with copper hair had taken the place on the pole, and had pulled himself to the top with just his arms. He dropped down and like his brother, arced off the stage and started at the opposite end.
"This is why you choose center booth. Then you get both," Gilbert said with a grin. Activity had continued in the club and chatter picked up as a low hum under the music. Soon, the twins reached the table of the group. The sour faced twin propped his elbows on the table, arms crossed on Antonio's side while the brighter twin smiled and took a seat in Ludwig's lap. The blonde hadn't even realized that he had shifted his seating position to face the stage and the copper haired twin snaked his arms around Lud's neck while this dawned on the blonde. The twin gave a sly grin to the group and crooned seductively.
"So~ What'll it be, boys?" Ludwig shivered slightly at the soft sound of this oddly feminine-like voice and the feeling of the stripper's fingers playing lightly at the back of his neck.
"Private dance, tabletop surprise, or the alley treatment?" the darker haired twin asked, having a deeper voice.
"How about a phone number?" Antonio asked, looking over the darker haired one. The dark haired twin gave a grimace before nodding with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Sure thing- got a twenty?" the dark haired twin asked, throwing his hip to the side with a smirk. Antonio nodded, enraptured by this man's face. He slipped the bill into the strap exposed under the shorts and the Italian-accented twin suddenly flipped a card through his fingers to the Spaniard. Antonio had a face that screamed Christmas is early as he took the card that had the name 'Romano' neatly written in cursive with a little heart beside it.
"Now what'll you have?" the nameless twin purred in Ludwig's ear. "Because if you have the money, you can get anything you want," the man added, suddenly grinding his hips down onto Ludwig's lap, causing the German to jolt in surprise at the sensation caused by the friction of the motion. He found his face heating up when he realized another embarrassing fact; this stripper had him hard. The man in his lap laughed softly and looked at Ludwig's brother.
"Is he a first-timer?" he asked.
"Pfft- totally. He's the dorkiest dork to ever dork. He is an accountant. He works in a cubicle. Had perfect grades. Hell, he's 23 and still hasn't been laid yet. Little bastard is embarrassing. I'm too awesome for that," Gilbert said. The stripper smiled over Lud's shoulder with the grace of an angel. Propping his chin on said shoulder, he spoke.
"In that case I'll let him come to the back room with me, no charge." Gilbert's face went white.
"What?!" was the first word on the group's lips.
"You heard me," the stripper purred and stood, then took Ludwig's hand. "Come on," he urged softly, and led Ludwig towards the private rooms near the corner of the club. He pushed open the door and walked down the hall before finding a room that didn't have an 'Occupied' sign on the door.
"My name is Feliciano. What's yours?" the stripper asked. Ludwig blushed even deeper.
"L-Ludwig," the German stuttered. Feliciano smiled before shoving open the door.
"Well, Ludwig- you're going to have fun, I promise," Feliciano said before shoving the German through the door and flipping the sign to 'Occupied'.
(note: i should probably mention the inspiration behind this one. i was listening to some of my music when this song, Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days came on and immediately this came into my head. I hope you guys like it as much as Uptown Girl, which was also inspired by the song Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, i think. anyways please review!)