A/N: Meant to write this earlier, got caught up with some…stuff….anyhow:
"Hey Arthur, where are you going?" Terina asked as Arthur as he began walking away from their group. They were outside in one of the more run down parts of town, just enjoying the summer air and discussing boring news.
"I was going to go get my phone. I'll be back in a minute, don't worry!" He called as he rounded a corner, sighing in relief. They had still been offering to help pay his bills and lord knows that wasn't happening. He could take care of himself! Well, not well, but he could.
"I think he went this way." He heard Natalia say. God, he did not have time for this!
He began running away from the voices he hear, not wanting to discuss politics, or the next Rite Aid they were going to rob. He just wanted to be alone, and sulk. Wow, fun night huh? He ran two more blocks and looked back to make sure he hadn't caught the attention of Peter again as he was now on his territory. He had to stop doing that or he was going to-
"Oof!" Arthur ran into something and fell down on top of it. He propped himself up with his hands and shook his head, regaining his thoughts. He then opened his eyes and saw them looking into bright sapphires.
"Uh, hey!" The man beneath him said, raising a hand to wave slightly.
"Oh my God!" Arthur scrambled off the man, standing up in surprise. He had never seen him before, who was he? Surely he wasn't with Peter; he didn't seem like the type.
"S-Sorry, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going." Arthur said, embarrassed.
"It's cool dude! I wasn't paying much attention either." The man stood and brushed himself off, giving Arthur a big smile.
He was tall with dark blonde hair it looked like, though it was hard to see in the dark. He worse glasses which had bright blue orbs behind them. He seemed well built, but not horribly over built, like a swimmer maybe. He was easy on the eyes to say the least.
"What's yours?" Arthur heard. He looked up to see the man raising an eyebrow at him, head cocked.
"Huh?" Arthur had been paying too much attention taking in what the man looked like ot hear what he had been saying.
"I said hey my names Alfred, what's yours?" Alfred laughed.
"Oh, I'm Arthur." Arthur held out his hand to the man who eagerly shook it.
"Hey! I've heard about you! Dude, the cops hate you…" Alfred pointed.
"I know. I guess I'm glad a stranger knows who I am, even if not for the best cause." Arthur smugly said.
"Well, I'm sure it makes life easy for ya' huh?" Alfred leaned on a wall.
"Not really. It makes finding a job the hardest thing to ever come by." Arthur chuckled, though it was rather dark.
"A…job?" Alfred asked. He then stared off blankly, as if contemplating something. He nodded to himself then turned back to Arthur, walking towards him. He stopped in front of him, noticeably looking him up and down. Arthur couldn't help but blush a bit. Alfred then slowly circled him once, eyes wondering all over his body, as if he were inspecting him.
"W-What are you doing?" Arthur asked after a minute.
"You need a job right?" Alfred said, a hand on his chin as he stood in front of him, still checking him out.
"Yes, I do, why?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. What was this man up to?
"Well then dude, it's your lucky day! Why don't I talk to my boss and see if I can get you a job where I work?" Alfred finally looked in Arthur's eyes again.
"Well, that sounds nice, but I've applied to almost every help wanted ad out there, I'm sure I've already applied to wherever you work." Arthur said. The boy looked as if he would work at Walmart, maybe the mall.
"I doubt you've tried my work…" Alfred said, smiling to the ground as if there was some inside joke in what he said.
"Well, what would I have to do?" Arthur wearily started walking with the man.
"Well, you'd need a stage name, a costume to match, public liability insurance, and you'd have a work out a bit, but not too much, you look fine right now." Alfred said, looking over the man again. Really fine…
"Hmf, what, do you work in the theater?" Arthur smirked.
"In a way, kind of. Oh! I gotta go to my job right now actually…why don't you come?! I could let you talk to my boss, and he can decide if you're cut out for this!" Alfred said, checking his watch then taking Arthur's hand.
"Ugh, let go! And no thanks, I don't-"
"Please dude, you might like it, and it pays really well…You can at least try." Alfred whined at him, letting his hand go.
Arthur thought for a moment then sighed.
"Fine."
"Great! Come on, it's nearby!" Alfred once again grabbed Arthur's hand and quickly tugged him through out the streets.
"You at least need to tell me where we are going!" Arthur demanded.
"Well, it has lots of comfortable seats, a bar, some private rooms, and a cool stage." Alfred still tried to make it as unclear as possible.
"What, do you work in a hotel or something?" Arthur guessed again.
"Nope, a strip club." Alfred smiled.
Like a smack in the face Arthur just kind of yelped and stood there, unresponsive. That caught him off guard completely…
"…A…A strip club you said? Like a gentlemen's cub?" Arthur asked slowly.
"On Fridays, yes. Rest of the week though it's a women's club if you know what I mean. I work at a male strip club. In fact, I'm in the crew of regular performers." Alfred said, stopping in front of an old building.
"Oh. Why did you stop here this is just a-" Arthur stopped himself as Alfred opened a door in the ground the revealed light, cheering, and music. It was hidden underground…
"Oh." This was all Arthur could think to say.
"Well, go on, I'm right behind ya'!" Alfred smiled, holding the boards open.
Hesitantly Arthur trotted down the steps until he walked into a place that seemed like it was from a different world. It was barley lit, except for the stage, which he could see teaming with smoke. Woman sat in seats and alcohol tinted the air. There was a bar, and a few woman were there sharing drinks, a stairwell next to the tables.
"Wow…" Arthur breathed.
"I know right! Here, follow me; I'll let you meet our boss." Arthur followed Alfred up those stairs by the bar and then stopped as Alfred lightly knocked on a door.
"Come in!" A voice said.
Alfred opened the door and waltzed right in, waving to a man sitting in a red chair behind a desk.
"Bonjour Alfred! I'm glad to see you here, Ludwig is sick and I need you to go on for him. I know you've already rehearsed your solo routine for tomorrow, but why not do it now, and I'll have Feliks come up with something short for you Sunday." The man was obviously French, judging on his accent. He also had shiney long blond hair, part of it pulled behind him in a pony tail.
"I can go on!" Alfred gave a thumbs up.
"You never let me down boy. I'm sorry, who is he?" The boss said, leaning over to see Arthur who stood there, awkwardly.
"Oh, right, him. So, he needs a job Francis, and he looks decent enough to be a part of this. Feliks and Mathias can teach him some dance moves, and I'll help him! We need a new dancer ever since my brother quit and you told me to find some one. Will Arthur do?" Alfred said, stepping a side to let Francis have a look at him.
"Hmmm..." Francis hummed, circling Arthur the same way Alfred did.
"If you can train him, then sure, he will work. Arthur, do you want to work here? At Ecstasy, our humble home of sins?" Francis chuckled.
"I…I don't know." Arthur thought for a second. He couldn't find a job, and he needed the money…oh damn it.
"Yes. I'd love to work here." Arthur suddenly announced.
"Oh my god, awesome!" Alfred clapped.
Francis nodded then glanced at his watch, nearly having a heart attack when he saw the time.
"Alfred, it' time, get out there, are you wearing your clothes?" Francis asked.
"Uh, no."
"GO, GO, NOW!" Francis urged.
"I'm gone babe!" Alfred dully said as he darted out of the room.
"Now Arthur, I am glad we have a new member to the family. And a very sexy member at that…" Francis smiled.
"Uh, thanks."
"Why don't you take a seat here. Watch out of this window. I want you to see exactly what we do here. Alfred is our main attraction, our star power, our go to man. He leads almost everything, and is known through our limits. So sit back, relax, and enjoy Ecstasy at its best. I however, need to go announce our man." With this Francis left.
Oh bloody hell; what had he gotten himself into? He was in a male strip club, about to watch male strippers, and then become one? Wow, a lot can happen in an hour huh? Smoke erupted form the edges of the stage and out walked Francis wearing a short black skirt, a tie, and cuffs. Nothing else. Oh good god….
"Bonjour my bunnies…and welcome to my humble home. Tonight you will be in for a treat, BUT FIRST, let's not worry about that, we'll deal with that later…right now we need to go over some rules about what can be touched and what can not be touched…" Francis purred.
Francis began running his hands up and down his chest and stomach, grinning seductively.
"Can you touch this? Can you touch this?" He asked. The women began cheering.
"No, no, no, no, no, no…" Francis teased. A few women gave sad remarks.
"Can't touch. Now…" Francis turned, back facing the crowd. He then slapped his ass and looked over his shoulder.
"Can you touch this? Can you touch this?!" Francis yelled. The girls went wild.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…that too. The law says that you can not touch!" Francis yelled out. There was a silence.
"But I think I see a lot of law breakers up in this house…and I don't see a cop in sight." Francis finished, smiling devilishly. Arthur widened his eyes. Well, that was smooth… The girls cheered loudly and then stopped as if they knew what was going to happen.
"Now, I know we said we'd have Sergeant. Scream in here tonight, but he is sick! So, ladies, you are very lucky to be here for his replacement. Now, may I introduce…Stars and Strips!" With this Francis jumped off the stage and went off to the side.
Music began playing at a fast pace as two doors on the back of the stage open showing a silhouette.
"There he goes, my baby walks so slow, sexual, tic tac toe, I know that we both know…"
The silhouette slowly walked out. It was Alfred, but he wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked older without them. He was dressed in a navy uniform as he marched to the front, and then stopped, saluting the crowd.
Arthur rolled his eyes. Oh please, how good could this kid be?
Alfred slowly grabbed the tip of his hat and rolled head read around once quickly before throwing it to the side. He then grabbed his crotch and humped the air, causing the girls to scream and clap for him. He then one at a time brought his white gloves to his mouth slowly wetting his lips and biting the end of them to take them off.
"Would you be m-mine, would you be m-mine, would you be m-mine…?" The song sang
He walked forward even more and began drumming two fingers on the top button of his uniform, running his hands up his body to start pulling each button apart until the coat was off to reveal a white tank top underneath. He began dancing on stage, moving his body as if he was a snake. He was flexible and flipped in the air, pointing to the crowd and crooking his finger teasingly.
"Oh baby, lights' on butcha' moms not home, I'm sick of laying down alone hey, yeah, with this fever, fever, yeah! My one and own, I wanna get you alone, give you a fever, fever, yeah!"
He ripped the tank top off and slid it into his pants, taking them out and tossing them into the crowd, causing somewhat of a cat fight over it between two drunk women. Alfred stepped up to the front row, letting women run the hands along his lightly toned body before putting dollar bills into his pants. He jumped back up on stage and walked to the center of it, turning around. He then slipped his fingers around and in his pants, looking back over his shoulder questioningly. The women started yelling "yes!" and "take them off!" at him before he gave a sultry look and slowly pulled them down, showing a bright orange G-string underneath. He then bent down a bit and slapped his ass, nodding and winking.
Arthur could feel himself growing hot under his collar. Damn…
Alfred then shook his ass, letting the women fawn over him until he abruptly Francis threw the hat back to him and he caught it, putting it on. He turned around saluted again as the stage went black. He once again was silhouette as he went back stage, Francis hopping back up and waving to everyone, letting them know about the next performance as the cheered for Stars and Strips.
Arthur sat back in the chair, as he had barley realized he had been leaning over closer and closer to the window. He thought for a minute.
THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I CAN DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT, IM A GENTLEMAN FOR GODS SAKE, THESE PEOPLE ARE STRIPPERS, WHAT WERE YOU TIHNKING?! Arthur began criticizing himself, but at the same time not minding what he would get out of it. It had its ups and downs…
In less than ten minutes the door opened and in walked Alfred, looking a bit sweaty because of the stage lights and dancing. Arthur felt a bit awkward after watching what he had done, even though for him it was just his job.
"H-Hey dude, so, how'd I do?" Alfred lightly laughed.
"I, um, guess you did well. Those women seemed to be enjoying you quite a bit." Arthur gave a shocked expression.
"Oh please, that was nothing, just wait till' we bring a chick on stage, that's when shit gets real." Alfred winked and pulled out some bills from his pockets.
"How much did you make for tonight?" Arthur asked, standing.
"Tonight? Please, that was just one dance; we haven't even done the group ones yet. I perform a lot for obvious reasons, so I'll get a lot more than this. I got some ones, and some fives, one ten, only because I dry humped the chick. I can be a bit aggressive." Alfred placed the money on the table.
"What, no twenties?" Arthur teased, rolling his eyes.
"Oh you don't wanna know what I have to do for twenties." Alfred shook his head, eyes wide before both burst out laughing.
"See dude? It's a simple life style, and all you gotta do it be sexy! Seems like you've got that down pat." Alfred wink. He winked.
Arthur just kind of stood there, blushing.
"Ha! You're adorable. Anyway, come to rehearsal tomorrow at noon. By tomorrow I expect you to have a costume figured out, a stage name, and a flashy g-string. It's easy working at a male strip joint. A bunch of horny, drunk women, every night, that slide bills into our pants, it's great! Tomorrow remind me to introduce you to our family. You can stick around tonight, if you want." Alfred suggested, going through his list.
"I should get some sleep, plus I have to think about my new name and what not." Arthur said, heading for the door.
"Okay, try to be like me as much as possible!" Alfred grinned.
"Please, git, why would I want something like that?" Arthur snapped.
"I'm sexy and a great dancer." Alfred arrogantly said, sitting up on Francis's desk.
"You are not sexy." Arthur smirked.
"Oh yeah British dude? Then why when you met me did it take you 5 minutes to stop staring at me and tell me your name?" Alfred smugly asked, jumping off and tapping Arthur on the nose before running downstairs to prepare for his next show.
Arthur left quickly, it was late and he needed sleep. He also needed to get a stage name, costume, music and what not. Now…what would make a good name for a British stripper?
Arthur stopped as he realized what he had referred to himself as.
"I'M A STRIPPER!" Arthur, thinking he was alone, randomly announced, confused at how that had happened.
He then saw a pair of dull blue eyes looking back at him. Lukas gave him a look and for once he actually saw the man smiling with wide eyes and priceless look on his face.
"Okayyy."
Arthur blinked. Lukas quickly added:
"Good for you."
A/N: Now we're starting to get into all of this. Please review guys; it helps me write better, no joke! On top of that reviews are love! Please help me if I made any mistakes, I'm exhausted, it's been a long day. Love you sirs, bye!
Song: Fever sung and OWNED by Adam Lambert