Ok guys, this will probably... hopefully, be a one-shot. I recently posted a True Blood story, and some of my followers have requested more Joe Manganiello stories. There don't seem to be many Magic Mike stories out there, so this ones for all the BDR fans out there. Because Richie needs love too. Lol.
I stood outside the doors, just staring ahead. I was nervous, a little scared, but mostly excited. Not that I'd admit that to Sydney. "If you just keep staring at the doors, we're going to miss the show. Come on Claire, don't chicken out on me now." My best friend taunted. I huffed and yanked open the doors to club Exquisite. "It's your fault we're here anyways!" I glared at her. She grinned widely and dragged me towards the stage, stopping only when we were right up against it. "You're gonna love this.." Sydney smiled as the lights dimmed and the music came on.
Earlier that day:
Sydney and I were sitting around my house, just hanging out like usual. Somehow we got on the subject of strippers. In particular, the cock-rocking Kings of Tampa. There were plenty male strippers in Florida, but none compared to the Kings. Magic Mike, Ken, Big Dick Richie, Tito, Tarzan, and some new blood, the Kid. I zoned back into our conversation just in time to hear, "and it's not ironic!". "Wait.. Huh?" I asked confused. "Richie! His stage name, Big Dick Richie, it's not ironic. It's.. Wow." She giggled. I raised an eyebrow. "You realize he probably stuffs his g-string right? Or uses a prop." I shrugged. Sure, the guy was gorgeous. Ridiculously so. But no one was that perfect. Richie was 6'5", and had muscles on top of muscles. He had a head full of thick black hair and the beard to match. His eyes were a dark brown, and he had one hell of a smile. "Nope! I'll prove you wrong. He's got this routine tonight where he stands behind a partition and goes full frontal. You're going to get in that hot seat and see for yourself." Sydney goaded. I groaned, knowing I had been played. "Fine." I bit out.
Present time:
I was mesmerized watching the guys' routines. The solo ones were good too. But there was one in particular I was both dreading and anticipating. When the music hit, Richie came out in a dark gray tailored suit, with black suspenders and a white button down. Someone had wheeled out a transparent partition, and a single chair was placed to the side of it, giving the occupant a clear view behind the screen. As Richie looked over the crowd, I tried to hide behind the person next to me, but Sydney wouldn't have it. She grabbed me and shoved me front and center, screaming, "Richie! Over here! Pick her!". My cheeks were red, and I ducked my head. But my fate had been sealed. The large man approached, and it seemed as though the closer he got, the bigger he got. I squeaked when he scooped me up and deposited me in the chair on stage. He shrugged out of the jacket and lowered the suspenders. His gaze locked with mine and he ripped open the button down, slinging the garment off behind the partition. I gasped as he swiveled his hips and rolled his body. He had incredible rhythm. I squealed when he rushed at me, picked me up, chair and all, and ground his hips into mine. When he set me back down, I was panting. He sauntered back behind the partition and rolled his big body a little more. Thrusting his pelvis in a way that was much too enticing. All of a sudden, he grabbed 2 handfuls of his pants and ripped them off. The crowd went wild. My jaw dropped. Only 1 thing went through my mind, and unfortunately, I voiced my thoughts. "Holy shit! It's not a fucking prop. It's not a prop!". I slapped my hands over my mouth. Richie turned to face me fully, and smirking, he ran his hand down his abs then shook it at me. I mean it. He wrapped his hand around himself and just shook it at me. My eyes widened and I gripped onto the chair for dear life. He leaned down and picked up his discarded shirt, using it to cover himself. Then he walked out from behind the screen and scooped me up, dropping the shirt, and using me to cover himself as he walked off stage. All I could do was hang on. "I'm not kidnapping you, I promise. We can't go full frontal out there, and I'd much rather a handful of gorgeous woman, over a handful of dick." He grinned at me as he walked us to the locker room. "O-okay." I stuttered. He patted my behind as he set me down, turning to pull on some gym shorts. Just as I was starting to freak out, Sydney came running into the room. "Thanks Richie! She needed that." She laughed and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged her back, "No problem Syd, but do you have any idea how awkward it was knowing you were in the audience?! Christ kid." Richie groaned. I stared between the two of them. Sydney attempted to peek down Richie's shorts, but he swatted her hand away and shook his finger at her. "You're my kid sister's best friend. You're practically my sister. Stop that. Don't look at me like that." He glared at her. "Y-you two know each other?!" I stuttered out. They turned to me. Sydney was grinning smugly. Richie looked slightly concerned. "On a scale of 1-10, how traumatized are you right now?" He asked. "Umm.. I don't think I'm traumatized. Really confused maybe. But not traumatized. Also, I find it difficult to look you in the eye right now." I squealed. Richie laughed loudly as tugged me into his chest for a bear hug. We all walked over to the couch and sat. Sydney on one side, Richie on the other. I sat in the center, but he pulled me into his lap. "Claire, I'm sorry. Yes, I've known Richie for years. You know Celeste? That's his sister." Sydney explained. "I never knew that. So why did you set me up for this?!" I glared at her. She grinned smugly. "Remember that blind date I tried to set you up on a few weeks ago?" She asked me. I nodded. "Well..." She nodded at the big man behind me. I chanced a look at him. "Hi, I'm Richie. It's nice to meet you, and I'd love to take you to dinner. I even promise to keep all my clothes on." He smiled a genuine smile and I'm pretty sure I sighed. "O-okay. That would be nice. I'm Claire, it's nice to meet you too." I smiled back. So after an awful dare from my best friend, seeing first hand how he lives up to his name, and being center stage for a strip show, I'm going on a date with Big Dick Richie... Oh boy...