Hey Everyone,

Here is a story being written for Camp NanoWriMo so that I can get my IB CAS hours. The story shall be a short, multi chapter fic. It is Stony and is completely AU. Don't read it if you don't like it. Hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully the fic will be fully written within the next week.

Mav

Love in the Club

Steve strolled along the road, blond hair hidden beneath a dark hoody. His large shoulders were curled over, so that he was hunching into himself. Few cars passed by him on the road as he kept up a fast paste. He walked forwards with speed, wanting to get to his destination quickly. He didn't want anyone he knew to see him walking this way. The buildings around him were expensive, tall high rises owned by the biggest global countries. Stark Industries, Apple, you name it there was a company building on this street.

Steve looked out of place on the street, everyone else around him in smart business suits. He didn't fit in around here; this wasn't the part of the city he was usually in. Steve wouldn't have been in this part of town unless it was to do with his work. He didn't want anyone knowing what he worked as though so he snuck away from Brooklyn each afternoon to head to New York. The lights of the big city were attractive to most but not to him. He couldn't care less about the bright city lights, the glamorous restaurants and the fancy stores. There wasn't much to draw in the city, not unless you were in the parks or on the highest buildings around. There was no way that Steve would end up at the top of any of the tall buildings and the parks here were the same as the parks in Brooklyn so there was no point in making the long and rather expensive trek to inner New York.

An alleyway appeared beside him and Steve ducked into its dark recesses. He was getting close to his destination now. Hands tucked into his pockets the tall man continued walking forwards. The alleyway was deserted, no businessman daring to enter the abandoned alley. No one except those who worked down here entered this particular alleyway. The area was known for muggings after dark and the police were always on the lookout for anything that may be going amiss.

Steve reached out a hand and pressed on the doorway beside him, furtively looking around before entering the premises. Inside bright lights shone a contrast to the dreary sky outside.

"Hey Steve, looking good over there!" A voice shouted out.

"Better grab your gear and get ready for tonight, lots of customers coming in, some big business conference is going on over at Stark Industries and the people attending are wealthy. We're definitely going to have a busy night," says Tom, one of the managers. Tom is his real name however he is known as …. By the people who enter the club. It's easier not to use real names when working here, better to stay protected by a fake name. Steve has his own stage name as such, no reason to use his real name if he doesn't have to. Better to stay anonymous, less chance of anyone from his side of town finding him here.

"Sure I'll just go get ready. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Steve runs up the large set of stairs beside him. The stairs don't creak, despite their wood looking old and worn. The balustrade that runs beside the stairs is made of polished wood, stained a rich red. It's smooth to the touch, but Steve doesn't reach out to grab it. Instead he reaches the top and turns left, pushing open the second door on the right. Inside there are two other men, having arrived a few minutes earlier.

"Hey Steve, how're you going?" John asks, already dressed up for the night and about to head downstairs.

"Pretty good, Mum is alright for the moment, she's got another doctor's appointment tomorrow. "

"Hope it's good news for ya. Anyways, I'll see you around downstairs. I better be heading off because it's going to be a busy night tonight."

"I'd better be heading downstairs as well, good luck tonight. We're all going to be ready to collapse by the end of the night," Mark states before following John out of the door.

Steve finds himself alone in the rather small changing room. Walking over to a rack on the left of the room he pulls his hoody and other clothing garments off before pulling on the red white and blue briefs. He heels off his comfortable shoes and eyes the shoes he has to wear warily. They are a pair of black heels, everyone working here wears them. His issue is, they are heels and they hurt. He also looks ridiculous walking in them. Steve sighs before pulling them on and doing up the straps. Straightening up he carefully tousles his hair before turning off the lights and exiting the room.

Music is already floating up the stairwell as he heads downstairs to get to work.

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The club was dark, the strobe lighting accenting the party atmosphere. The men around Tony were chatting amiably, while one particular man tried to talk to him about some idea for a Stark phone. He wasn't interested in this man; he just wanted a drink and then wanted to get away from these boring, stuffy businessmen before finding a woman to take home to bed tonight. He had been to this club before and while it wasn't a particularly bad club it still wasn't his favourite. Tony rarely bothered to come to New York, preferring his other places of residence. The only reason he was here tonight was because of this important business meeting he had been ensconced in all day. Pepper had insisted that he attend, despite his protests. Nothing of interest was being discussed and it was really all a ploy for the board members to make ill-timed and stupid suggestions for the company. Who wanted technology that had been contributed to by stuffy businessmen? Certainly not him. So far, he had just managed to waste an entire day. He could have been working on the next Stark phone, a new arc reactor or hell, even a new type of aircraft. It would have been nice if he had actually managed to do something productive with his time.

A female waiter showed the group to a large table overlooking the dance floor. There were three stripper poles around the room, each with its own spotlight. Drinks were balanced on trays held by scantily clad waiters while wealthy men and women grinded to the music on the dance floor. Tony turned on his charm as he settled into a seat, eyes wandering the room. Each of the waiters was great to look at, very easy on the eyes to say the least. Only some of the hottest people in New York worked at this club, definitely a positive in Tony's books. He didn't so much like the party atmosphere of the club, then again that was only because he wasn't with the right company. If Rhodey had been with him well, then he would be partying!

Tony paid no attention to the men around him; too busy looking around the club. A waitress appeared next to him and the billionaire snagged a glass of champagne from the loaded tray. Taking a sip he found that it was an expensive brand. Humming softly in approval he proceeded to down the drink in one go. Standing up from the table the philanthropist headed down a few stairs and began to mingle in the crowd on the dance floor, slowly making his way towards the bar. All around him men and women of all ages danced, forgetting about their jobs and associated deadlines.

As he was working his way around the room Tony spotted a blond head, sticking up above the sea of bodies. The head was somewhere near the bar so he headed over to the person, going to see if they were as hot as he suspected they were.

A break in the crowd appeared and the billionaire darted towards it, ending up standing at the bar right next to the blond headed person. He could see now that it was a man, a very well built man. Black heels helped to accentuate his height but there was no doubting the Greek god was an easy six foot three tall, possibly taller. His blond hair was slightly tousled and the lines of muscles on his back were impressive. Tony could only see the back of this man but he would bet that the front was even better looking. However, the view from the back was certainly nothing to scoff at; the small red, white and blue briefs certainly accentuated a very fine ass.

The man moved off, leaving Tony staring at his finely sculpted ass. The bartender came over to him, following the direction of the billionaire's gaze.

"He's one of the new boys. The owner, Ciel, decided we shouldn't just have females around the club so we got some new eye candy. He isn't too bad looking is he?"

"Uhh, he looks fucking great. Can I get a whiskey on the rocks? Thanks."

Tony stood leaning against the bar, letting his eyes wander as his thoughts whirred. He wanted that man. He wasn't exclusively into females; he enjoyed the male partner every now and again. That man certainly trumped all the other men he had ever bedded in the looks department. It would be a pity if he wasn't at least bisexual or bicurious. Then again, he was always pretty good at convincing people; he'd just have to try out his charm on this man.

The billionaire searched around the club for the owner, Ciel. He wanted to get the fucking hot waiter by himself, but that would require hiring one of the semi-private lounges. Then he would have to arrange to get served by that particular waiter. They were exclusive to those with enough money, a category Tony Stark definitely fit into.

Ciel was found after a brief but intense search by Tony, who had at some point picked up another glass of champagne.

"Tony Stark, a pleasure to meet you. How can I help?"

"Hello, it's Ciel right? Fantastic. Now I want to hire one of those lounges over there," Tony said, gesturing to the darkened left side of the room. "Also, I'd like to be served by the tall, blond haired male waitress I saw over near the bar just a few minutes ago."

"I'm sure that can be arranged Mr Stark. I'll have Cynthia show you to your lounge and Adonis will be with you shortly."

Cynthia, a brunette waitress with large breasts and a lovely ass escorted Tony over to the left side of the room, pushing open a glass door. Inside the light was slightly brighter, down lights providing soft but adequate lighting to each of the small lounges. There were six lounges in total; each one was blocked off from the other by a curving black glass wall and a shimmering, thin, red curtain.

None of the lounges were occupied; each one had its private lights turned off. Tony was led over to the one furthest from the door, the most secluded one. The billionaire settled himself down onto the couch, undoing the coat of his business suit. He ran a hand through his dark hair, letting it stand on end as it usually did. The champagne in his glass was nearly gone but as the philanthropist relaxed against the plush cushions he found that he did not mind. He was a little too preoccupied thinking about the hot waiter to worry about such trivial things as alcohol. Instead his mind was fully occupied with figuring out a plan to get said man into bed, this evening if at all possible. Even if the man couldn't be convinced into bed then at least Tony could monopolise his attention for the entire night. There was no meetings the following morning and his flight in the afternoon could be spent sleeping if need be.

Tony looked up as the waiter, Adonis , Ciel had called him, strode into the lounge area. The curtain was swept to the side as the waiter stepped in. The man was even more gorgeous than Tony remembered. Only minutes had passed by yet tony found himself catching his breath as Adonis stepped in.

A lazy grin swept across the billionaire's face as he relaxed on the lounge. The waiter stepped forwards, high heels accenting his sculpted legs. The tray the man was holding was just low enough for Tony to be able to ogle his chest. This waiter had beautiful abs, so beautiful that the playboy was finding it hard to keep his hands to himself.

"Here is some champagne Mr Stark. Is there anything else that I can get you at the moment?"

"Oh, no no it's not Mr Stark, call me Tony. Mr Stark was my dad and I like to think myself a bit beyond his memory. This champagne is lovely, almost as lovely as you. Why don't you take a seat next to me and tell me about the club?"

"Tony, sir, the bar is very busy tonight and they need all of us waiters out on the floor. If you require anything at all though, please don't hesitate to press the buzzer underneath the table."

With that the waiter saunters out of the small lounge, leaving Tony feeling flushed and not just a little bit horny. He might just have to return to this club after all. He's sure his schedule can be rehashed for the next few days so that he's able to stay in New York.

That's all for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please read and review.