I… I can't believe I'm bringing this back…
Those who DMed and PMed about your wish for this certain story to return to the fanfictioning world… Your wish is yours to keep. As y'all can expect, this isn't going to be an exact copy of the original, because of obvious reasons. And I know I'm coming out with loads of new stories, but that's just because I wanna see if they are worth writing. So bare in mind some will take more time to update than others.
But hey-ho, let's get on with it!
Was this really the place?
The loud thumping of dance music had reportedly frustrated nearby homes, which was apparent a good five minutes ago on his journey here. Brightly coloured neon lights came into view through the small crack in the entrance door, as well as the drunk cheers and wolf whistles from, most likely, extremely horny men.
Grumbling in discomfort, Kai stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets and strolled closer to the building, wincing at the sudden smell of alcohol hitting his nostrils. He squinted and looked up at the large neon sign above him. Kiss, he thought, was a pretty contradictory name, considering the 'workers' here were probably under strict policies regarding 'do's and 'don't's. Never the less, he quietly made his way inside.
Internally Kai rested his case with a slightly repulsed nod. There was close to no women, the only ones he could see being a female bartender and a few encouraging the dancers with enthusiastic shouts. As he shuffled over to an empty bar stool, the brunet wracked his brain trying to work out what song was being over powered by all the noise. Above the bar, another in-your-face sign glared pink.
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"Can I get you anything?" Kai quickly turned around to meet the soft stare of a bartender; Probably a few years older than himself, really.
"Uh, no, not now, thanks." He replied, offering a stern, yet apologetic smile.
The bartender chuckled amusingly, leaning over the counter comfortably. "Ya just browsing?" He hesitated. "Actually, now that I think about it, have you ever been here before?"
"No. No I haven't." Kai held out his hand, smirking as the elder gladly shook it. "I'm Kai, by the way."
"Jason. Nice to meet ya, Kai." Jason ran a hand through his hair, before adjusting his navy bow tie smartly. "So, who takes ya fancy?"
Kai swallowed, abruptly remembering where he was. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "Haha, well…"
"Thought you'd be experimenting. Nah, it's cool. Usually the confident ones go straight to the real deal~" Jason sighed dreamily, tilting his head as he gestured to the main event. "Absolute stunner, if you ask me. Black Beauty's what we call em. To be honest I'm pretty sure people only come here for the… well, you get what I mean."
The brunet watched intently over at the more crowed area of the club, quite shocked by the turn out.
The size-to-small black leather booty-shorts stuck tightly onto the round ass cheeks of the dancer, bouncing rhythmically to the loud beats as they grinded up and down on the very, very happy man. The said dancer was clad shiny black heels and stockings of the same colour, thick raven locks swooshing back and forth with every energetic hair whip. The lucky devil getting the good lap dance had his hands hovering hungrily over the plump rear as they grazed across the thicc skin with every movement. A soft gasp escaped Kai's lips as 'Black Beauty' teasingly licked his lips, staring back at the older man with a lustrous glint in his eyes.
Cole.
