Stupid Jack... dragging me to see strippers. And acting like it was totally innocent, the bastard. It was too crowded... way too crowded. Women everywhere. Not that I minded, you know. Being completely straight and all. Like a toothpick, uh huh. But where they all... lesbians... or something? I mean, 'cause... female strippers and all. Flashing lights and smoke partly clouded my view of the place, but I could see the stage.
I sipped at my beer, waiting for the entertainment to start. But, to my dismay, a man walked up onto the stage, grabbing the pole.
"Hello, my lovely women. Ladies' night's on now!" he declared, and skipped off. I frowned, confused. Until a blond boy stepped out, grinning and latching on the pole as if it were a lifeline.
"Welcome our newest boy, here. Russian Kitten, it's all yours!" that same annoying voice came over the speakers.
The boy suddenly transformed into a man, the silly grin gone and replaced with a slutty smirk. He wrapped a leg around the pole, the heel of his boot keeping him from slipping as he ran his fingers through that golden hair and teased the zipper of his leather vest. My mouth had went dry by then, my eyes transfixed on those icy blue eyes. So sexy... No no no! No, Matt. Men are not sexy. Don't think blond stripper... Think football! Man sport! But... god... I couldn't take my eyes off of that... masterpiece. He slipped the vest off, revealing a creamy torso. Wrapping his hands around the pole again, he did a flip, latching onto the pole at just the right moment with his feet. He lurched up, gripping the metal and swinging himself up, having himself a sexy mess of bed hair. He ran fingers through his bangs... Holy shit, boner.
"Matt? 'Ello? Matt? Dude?" I dimly heard Jack say from somewhere, but I only had eyes for the boy. The crowd roared when he yanked his gloves off with his teeth, snarling slightly.
I think I heard myself say something along the line of, "Ohshit... hot..." but I don't really remember. It was... so... hot, I melted. Before I knew it, his turn was over and he was walking offstage. I slipped off of my bar stool, running after him, until he stopped and I ran into him. He stumbled, and faced me with a knowing smirk.
"Why hello, there," he drawled with a thick accent. He cocked his head, putting a hand on his bare neck. My eyes widened.
"Matt," I stated, thrusting a hand out to him, like an idiot. Blushing, I grinned.
He grabbed it, blue eyes twinkling.
"Mello."
I swooned. I yanked my hand back, putting it in my pocket.
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