Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for the interest last chapter! I admittedly had a ridiculous amount of fun writing this post, and so I hope you all will enjoy reading it just as much. I will warn you though that I am new to writing stripping (haha), but I hope with practice I will improve. :-P Also, the lyrics in this are from the song Party Girls by Ludacris, as mentioned in the last chapter. I have no claims to this song, its insane (0.0) lyrics, nor the characters I am picking on. Haha. ;-)
*Lowers the lighting for Remus's entrance and sneaks away*
- Chapter Two -
The slow beat bounced around the darkened, high-ceilinged room, catcalls and cheers adding to the sound as all eyes seemed planted on one spot.
I need party girls in my party world.
Titties plastic, ass fantastic.
The sandy blond at the center of the stage began to move his hips rhythmically, the pace slow and teasing, as he lifted a hand to brush down at school-boy neat locks—
They just brush my hair..
And touch me everywhere.
And then his hands slid down his nicely muscled torso, causing the cheers to rise. Sirius began to move closer as the music played, and the sandy blond who did not look like he should be about to take off his clothes turned around and gave a full view of his still regrettably covered backside. Sirius stopped at the last set of tables, leaning on the edge of the only empty one as he tilted his head to try to get a better view of the man's ass.
But then he turned back around, the front of his shirt pulled out some as the dancer began to slowly skate his hands up his own stomach, the untucked portion getting tugged along some, giving a peek of the smooth expanse of olive skin hiding just below.
-It's your world and I'ma touch wherever you want me to touch ya.
Pop that, pop that and you'll be bustin' them nuts when you want to bust it.
Don't rush 'em I'ma take my time and do it slow.
From the car to the counter to the bed to the couch to the tub to the flo'.
Sirius took a sip of his drink, his mouth dry, eyes remaining trained on the dancing guy.
Get her hot 'cause I make that ass melt.
She whipped 'cause she love gettin' whipped in the whip—
He pulled off his tie, snapping it between his hands with a wink at the girls just in front of him, and Sirius let out a surprised laugh that quickly stifled when the man began to slide it back-to-front between his legs with some well-placed hip thrusts, running the silky material firmly along his visible package in his fitted pants.
And I'm goin' so deep they tellin' me all of they deepest and darkest secrets ya.
Sirius slipped a hand into his pants discreetly, quickly adjusting himself in the dark, as he watched fingers begin to slide teasingly along the fastened buttons of his shirt. And he found himself nodding along to the sudden chanting of 'take it off! take it off!'
They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere.
The guy ruffling his hair over the line that time and causing short sandy locks to spike up some, making him look like he'd just been fucked.
I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
He began to work down the buttons of his crisp white button down as his hips grinded along with the melody, his right shoulder bouncing to the beat as he bit down on his entire lower lip. Sirius swallowed hard.
I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked.
Say shit and they be gettin' naked.
I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
Sirius took a bigger drink, turning his head to the side slightly and watching with grey eyes shifted all the way over when a firm chest and chiseled abs, rippling under perfect olive skin as they stretched and flexed, slowly began to greet him.
Throw some ones on that.
Get you wet as a waterpark I'ma have some fun with that.
Make you come back to back you gon' bust like a gun with that.
Squeals and wolf whistles erupted as the shirt began to slide off the man's shoulders that were built but not too broad, slowly edging down sloping biceps that flexed when he lifted his arms some to dance to the next few lines instead of finishing.
So turnt up when we in the club we don't even need a molly.
Doin' so much over in this corner thought we was fuckin' in the party.
My lung's filled with Marley.
His palms slid down over his exposed chest and dipped to skate over flexed abs.
My hands on your body.
And I'm goin' so deep.
Sirius exhaled slowly as the shirt dropped to the floor, and the man turned to reveal sculpted back muscles, shifting and tightening on one side up high when he shot a sly grin over his shoulder, his fingers twitching as they held his drink.
The silky chorus started back up, and the next thing Sirius knew the sandy blond was on all fours, slinking his way towards the edge of the half-circle outcropping where a group of girls had gathered to stand. Screaming grew, and a few more girls shot up, but he stopped just out of touching-distance of the tallest one's reach and then leaned down further, sliding onto his toes in a push-up position, his arms flexing and stomach crunching tightly as he began to roll his hips, a soft groan falling from Sirius's lips as he looked to fuck an imaginary person to the beat.
I'm just lettin' you know that this me.
I got your face all in the pillow you can't sleep.
Then the sandy blond pushed himself up, and the crowd grew more restless as he grabbed a fistful of his own hair, his other hand skimming down the planes of his stomach, and then fingertips dipped under. Sirius was bumped by a few girls as they ran past to get closer. And he looked back up to see pants undone and slowly edging down...
I need party girls in my party world.
Titties plastic, ass fantastic.
And grey eyes didn't budge as skinny red straps slowly revealed themselves. Shit.
They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere.
I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
Sirius found himself moving forward again as girls began to litter the stage with one and five dollar bills, some tens and a few twenties in the mix. He reached into his back pocket, fished out his black leather wallet as he stopped at the very front of the stage, and pulled out a crisp hundred. He stood, waiting until he caught the guy's gaze, and he lifted his hand, beckoning him with just his index and then flashed the large bill.
I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked.
Say shit and they be gettin' naked.
He watched with a small smile as the guy arched one dark blond brow, still dancing a good distance from the edge, and then he motioned to the floor with a tilting nod of his head. Sirius's grin grew, and he pulled out another bill, and held them both up in one hand for the dancer to see. The guy slowly began to make his way over as he continued to move provocatively in the stringy red piece of material that left nothing to the imagination. He waited for the man to come to the edge.
"We have a no touching policy, Tower rules," the guy called down over the music and crowd, not moving closer, his voice deep and smooth like honey. "Sorry," he added, sounding anything but.
Sirius laughed. He pulled out four more, six hundred dollars in his hand, and then he tucked his emptied wallet back into his pocket. He looked up and locked onto his gaze, able to make out their color for the first time. Hazel. "That's too bad, because I really want to give you this," he said, waving the bills.
The guy eyed the money, and then his gaze flicked back up. "At the hip, nothing else."
They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere.
Sirius grinned. "How about your mouth?"
A tongue flicked out, wetting the man's lips, and just when Sirius thought he was going to turn away or flip him off, he slunk down onto his knees.
Sirius fought the urge to blink rapidly as he watched the dancer stalk on all four towards him, looking every bit like a predator, and then he stopped just inches in front of him, giving him a close-up view of his very talented body, mouth firmly shut. "Open up wide, or it might not fit," he murmured, blocking out the sounds of squealing growing even louder around them.
The man tilted his chin up as he leaned forward, hazel eyes growing more intense, and hardening with the slightest bit of defiance. Lips parted just barely.
Sirius laughed softly, and he began to roll the bills up together tightly. And then he held them pinched between his thumb and index at one tip as he placed the other just on the man's lower lip, careful not to touch him otherwise, watching as they closed fully around it, securing it like a cigarette, before he let go. "Wouldn't want to get you in trouble," he said silkily, the corners of his lips playing with a smile, and he held the man's gaze with his own even as he began to move away, and then the sandy blond pushed back up, turning away to give Sirius a nice view.
I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked.
Remus let out a held breath as the curtains fell behind him, and he began to make his way towards the backstage area, passing William Nott, who usually worked at Slytherin but was helping cover the opening night, because Benjy Fenwick had cancelled at the last moment. He lifted his hand holding his outfit and gave the guy dressed like a fireman a half wave when he nodded a quiet greeting at him.
He continued on, willing tense muscles to relax, not able to help but feel a little worked up from the interaction at the end of his dance. It had been risky to say the least. He hadn't been lying, touching was not allowed, and although the occasional skin brush with a substantial tip placing was known to be overlooked, if the powers-that-be decided not to be generous the dancer risked the chance of losing their job.
He stepped into the now much more quiet locker room, the other dancers all in the off-shooting lounge room, dressed for the night, and he dipped down to put his money in his duffle bag before getting dressed. He'd made a killing, and that wasn't just due to the ridiculous six hundred dollar tip.
He shook his head, a disbelieving laugh falling from his lips as he picked back up the partially still-rolled money, counting it again quickly as he made sure it wasn't fake before tucking it inside his wallet. He zipped up the bag and then stood, opening his locker and putting his outfit for the night back in for the laundry people to handle. He grabbed up his own clothes, getting out of the thong happily and pulling back on loose red boxers. Ever since he'd started working as an 'exotic dancer' he couldn't stand anything tighter than a pair of boxers. Sometimes he just went commando.
Remus smiled a little, letting himself relax since he was finished for the night and everything had gone so well. He'd originally planned on picking up another dance later in the night if he could to get more money, because it was Lily's birthday at midnight, and he'd wanted to do something nice for her. His smile grew at the thought of his largest tip ever. He stepped into a pair of dark jeans as he recalled the event.
He'd been doing his routine, even enjoying himself a little on the larger stage that was set up higher, the buzzing energy of the crowd contagious. Gryffindor seemed to pull from a different group than Ravenclaw. They were louder and more forward, but nicer and kinda fun. He'd even found himself smiling a couple times, and not the ones he'd force because the crowd always ate it up like a kid with a full bucket of candy on Halloween night. He pulled his fitted black NIN shirt down over his head and torso, smoothing it. And then there was the money, which was definitely better. Six hundred dollars from one person all at once was unheard of, and the guy didn't even proposition him when he came over, or try to touch him surprisingly, which he'd been sure was going to be an issue.
He scoured his overstimulated mind for a mental picture of the man and came up a little short. He'd been running on such adrenaline all he could really remember was that he'd been very attractive, around his age if he had to guess, tall and well-dressed. Making it even more surprising in retrospect the guy hadn't propositioned him; that type always did.
Remus tugged a dark grey, graphic t-shirt hoodie overtop his shirt, adjusting the hood so it sat well, and then he stepped into worn black converse shoes, which he'd had since his junior year in high school and refused to replace until they fell apart. Then he pulled out the black baseball cap he'd borrowed from Lily a year ago and never returned, because it looked better on him, pulling the bill down a little to obscure his face so he could go out into the club and hang out until his friend was finished with her shift. She was one of the new head bartenders there. She'd applied right away for the coveted job when they started hiring after finding out he was going to try to get transferred from Ravenclaw, where they'd been together for the past four years, ever since graduation.
Remus swiped up his dufflebag, shooting a quick wave at the new dancers he'd yet to really get to know when they shouted their goodbyes, and then he turned and made his way for Lily's bar spot, hoping no one would take notice of him.
"Oh Sirius, here, I got this for you."
Sirius looked over to see James offering up a white napkin to him.
"Because you're drooling." James blinked, and Sirius broke into a grin. "You know I have to say you were a little creepy out there."
Sirius laughed at that. "Yeah well, it's kinda hard not to be creepy at a strip bar."
James shrugged, scanning the space as people milled around, talking and laughing over the nondescript beat playing over the speakers. "So what do you think? I've seen enough of the place during public hours. Want to call it a night and come back tomorrow morning, have a look around, and study over their books and see what could be tweaked?"
Sirius nodded, and he finished off his drink, grimacing when it was more melted ice than vodka tonic. "Yeah, let's go." He shot a glance over at the stage once more as the next dancer prepared to come on stage. "That guy. Did you catch a name?"
James laughed. "Yeah. It's Way Off Limits. Don't even consider it." When Sirius merely scowled in response, he continued, "You don't need to date a stripper, Sirius, you can get anyone you want. Remember?"
Sirius looked back to his best friend to find him shooting him a familiar stern look, and he forced an easy grin. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go find that cock you promised me, I'm going to need it now."
"How much did you give him anyway?" James asked with a laugh.
"Not much," Sirius said as they walked for the door. He couldn't believe in retrospect he'd given the guy six hundred dollars just so he could place something between his lips and exchange a few words. Although, he didn't regret it either.