Walking into the strip club was one of the worst feelings one could have. Knowing that a bunch of disgusting sweaty old men would be grabbing at your junk was enough to make anyone cringe. But, this was a regular feeling for Aoba.

FLASHBACK FROM THE MUTHER FLIPPIN PAST

It all started about two years ago around his 21st birthday. Tae started to feel ill, she would forget small things like misplacing her house keys or forgetting to turn off the stove when she was cooking. But, then it slowly progressed into more serious things.

After a half day of work Aoba got a call on his coil. Not expecting a call from anyone important Aoba answered casually like he always did. Thats when he got the news…Tae had been suffering from a brain tumor that would kill her if not removed immediately. Already tight on money Aoba didn't know what to do. That's when he turned to stripping. The owner of the strip club knew Aoba threw his work at Heibon. He would often come in and purchase parts. Aoba had never thought anything of him until he walked in after he had received the life changing call.

"Something wrong?" asked the man with the tear drop tattoo on his face.

"It's nothing you need to be concerned with" answered Aoba.

"Are you sure you seem…down." Replied the man. He could see straight through him. He knew. He knew something was wrong and he wanted to help the poor boy.

That's when Aoba lost it. Tears streaming down his face he replied barely understandable through the tears "my grandma..sh..she's ill horribly ill."

Then the thought struck him What if I help him? Will he come work for me. I have always had my eye on him maybe this is my chance.

"I'll help you" he said smily slyly "In return I want you to come work for me until you pay off what you owe. Sound fair?"

"Thank you oh thank you" Aoba said smiling He was so happy. Granny will be okay!

At least thats what he thought.

BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY

It was 11:30 Aoba's usual time to dance. He was in the back getting ready with all the other strippers and tonights theme was The Amazon of course Aoba's costumes were all provided for him curiosity of the club owner as long as Aoba gave him his usual treat. But tonight's costume was just to much for him to handle.

A green alligator pouch about two sizes small was squeezing him in all the wrong ways. It made his junk look bigger than it actually was which was good for the audience but uncomfortable and bad for Aoba. Before he got on he had to remind himself what this was all for. For Granny he thought.

That's when he walked out onto the stage, music bumping, and drunk men ready to throw money away and give it to him. Another usual night he thought….that was until he saw him…his childhood friend.