Authors: karomeled and vkdemon
Warnings for this chapter: sex worker shaming, prostitution, explicit sex.
AN: For detailed description, please check out chapter 1.
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extra girl: slang- A stripper who will also offer sexual services beyond a lap dance and strip tease, such as blow jobs and sex.
Chapter 2- The Man Who Brought Flowers.
""Mostly" doesn't matter to you right now."
Dave had to admit, Kurt really knew how to work those shoes on the stage.
He wore high heels once, on a dare. It was one of the fraternity parties, first... no, second one in his freshman year. He had already six beers circulating in his blood veins, and a load of bravado inversely proportional to his soberness. Franky and Miles said he'd chicken out of walking down the stairs in Pam's heels, so, obviously, he had to prove them wrong. The shoes were about three numbers too small for him, and painfully tight in the toes, but he bravely suffered through the discomfort and took the challenge. How he managed to not kill himself that night, he'll never know. Maybe alcohol had some salutary influence on his grace, because when he tried to repeat his stunt the next morning, he slipped right on the second step and nearly twisted an ankle. The shoes got kind of fucked up too in the process. Watching Miles stuttering apologies under the force of Pam's wrath was pretty amusing though.
Kurt definitely knew how to walk in high shoes. Even sober. At least he looked sober to Dave that night, although he didn't have any delusions that Kurt was staying away from the bottle. It definitely seemed like Kurt had more reasons to drink than not.
But yeah. The heels.
Dave didn't pay much attention to "Elizabeth's" performance back then, and now he was pretty annoyed at himself. The few images he did memorize though, were playing in his mind on repeat.
Kurt's long leg wrapped itself around the pole, and he hanged on his hand, spinning around it. The scrawny butt was flexing spasmodically under the material of his short pants, as he rolled his hips above the surface of the stage. And then, the way Kurt's voice dropped slightly when they got into the room, from the breathy seductive flirting, to lower register. And how his mouth worked over Dave's... well that particular memory was saved for nights and showers.
"My mouth and my hands and my chest are all male and all yours."
Huh. That parts of their meeting that was on his mind a lot too. He still didn't know what Kurt meant saying that. The dancer's last words were true though. He shouldn't have bug him with his questions; damn his lack of filter between brain and mouth. He didn't mean to come across as such an ass, but, well, thinking his actions through was never one of his strong sides. It wasn't his business that Kurt choose a life of a whore either. Maybe he was just all that, a futureless skank, good enough only for cheap, groggy bars and dimmed background rooms.
Maybe not.
"Choose one."Kurt said then, using the old as time marketing trick of making everything more exciting and mysterious than it probably was.
And Dave was totally falling for it.
"David."
"David. Choose the correct answer," the irritated voice drilled through his thoughts.
Dave looked up to find an annoyed Mrs Hilson standing right before his desk with her arms folded on her chest. He must have faze off again.
"I...," Dave started and cleared his throat, looking down on the opened before him text book. "I... The... Would you mind repeating the questions, ma'am?" He looked up and gave the teacher a tight smile.
"I don't suppose it'll help you, as I see you have your materials opened on issue we discussed half an hour ago," she answered coldly.
Dave sighed, and made a mental note about the extra assignment she gave him as a punishment.
Dave would often wonder what is wrong with him. In a way, it was quite amusing, how he couldn't even do right a visit in a strip club. Dave had no idea how come a quick fuck for pay made him so sappy out of sudden, and why the hell he cared about some random whore, but the matter of facts was, Dave's mind was reeling with a curiosity and something that seemed oddly similar to concern. It was probably just left over desire.
Two weeks after losing his virginity, he pulled out money from ATM and went to the club again. The place looked exactly the same as during his birthday, but this time the crude catcalling and half naked women didn't bother him. He rushed by the bar and the stage, going straight to the side with VIP rooms. The passage was blocked by a guy of an impressing build. Dave peeked above his shoulder at the row of closed doors and licked his lips.
"Elizabeth... working tonight?"He asked holding up the small bucket of petite pink roses.
The man turned toward him, looking bored. "Maybe. I can't keep track of 'em all." His eyes slid on the flowers and he chuckled in amusement. "You gotta have something more than that to get her though."
"I know. Just wanted to do something nice," Dave looked down at the flowers, shrugging.
Jerry suppressed a rumble of laughter threatening to escape him at the naivety of the newbie and took out his cellphone from the pocket of his jeans..
Kurt had been working the floor that night, fetching drinks and giving lapdances. Tips were steadier but usually there weren't chances for any high rollers. Elizabethwas in a long red wig and a tight slinky red dress that was all about the side slit that touched his hip. Kurt headed back to the bar to refill his tray.
"Another round of cheap piss beer for the 'bowling league" at table 6, Mack." Kurt chirped to the tattooed and giant breasted lesbian bar keep as he nodded to the table of balding men with matching league shirts.
"You might want to let Jessica take that one. You've got a 'gentleman' asking for you by name." Her voice was rough like a cheap rum and just as warm to one of her favored serving girls. There weren't many of the staff who were particularly nice to 'extra girls' like Kurt. Most who didn't offer sexual favors beyond a lap dance would rather see him kicked on his ass.
"Which name?"
"Elizabeth. Jerry just called it in over the cell. He's holding him at the door just in case it's another cop."
"God, not another undercover agent. How many months did Bethy get?"
"Not enough." The two laughed conspiratorially before Kurt handed over his tray and smoothed his dress.
As Kurt approached, all seduction and grace the flowers caught his eyes first. Oh dear. A romantic. This wasn't the first time he'd been given flowers. He looked up, expecting it to be some new young client and found a familiar face. Oh, great. It was the virginal closet case.
"Hey, big boy." Kurt purred. Kurt exchanged a smile with the bouncer. The man had the nerve to give Kurt a 'thumbs-up'. Brilliant, this would be the talk of the club for a week. Lord knew the bouncers were more gossipy than the strippers. Kurt placed a hand at Dave's back to guide him along. Conveniently it allowed him to hide from Dave the middle finger he flashed. In not too many steps they were in the VIP room.
"Hi." Dave breathed.
Kurt remembered him nevertheless his many clients. Dave smiled to himself. Being recognized was kind of nice. He closed the door behind himself and stood by it awkwardly before moving further. "I'm sorry for upsetting you the last time." He said. "I bought you flowers," he reached out the hand holding the bucket towards Kurt, and grinned.
A smart boy would scoop up the bucket and coo. A smart boy would smile wide and bring up the act of being enamoured. A smart boy would milk Dave's guilt for all it was worth to keep him coming back. The flowers and the apology only brought Kurt irritation. He'd never been the best about his temper. "Please, tell me you realize the ironic hypocrisy of bringing a whore flowers after he's sucked you off for pay."
Dave's face fell and he lowered his hand slowly. "I thought the whore would like them," he said coming couple steps closer. "But I guess you're not interested in anything that doesn't involve spreading your legs for money."
"If memory serves me right, your legs were spread last time and my skirt never came off." Kurt jutted his hip, his long lean leg exposed by the parted fabric. The client looked a bit like a kicked dog. Too bad his words had turned the pup into a snarling attack dog. "It might not be a white-washed cubical but this is my work. Thank you for the flowers, was there something else you needed?"
The long pale limb caught Dave's gaze and it took some effort to look up at Kurt and listen to what he was saying. When he registered the man's words, his answer left him before he even realized he was speaking. "You." Dave came up to Kurt and reached out a trembling hand. He brushed it down the other man's arm, stopping at the height of Kurt's hip and he covered the whore's hand with his own. "I need you."
Kurt smiled with thinned lips; this part he understood. He lifted his hand just a fraction so it seemed to arch into Dave's. It was a subtle little trick he'd picked up, the hands were the precursors to the body. They showed intent, most men never noticed that their fingers and hands would telegraph the need right to their cocks. "You have to be more specific then that. What do you need?"
The change in Kurt was smooth but noticeable. Of course, he would act normal at the mention of sex, Dave thought grimly, still disappointed with the flowers fiasco. He took Kurt's hand in his and led the prostitute to the bed, throwing the bucket on the small table next to it. His fingers sneaked under the straps of Kurt's dress, slowly easing it off his arms. He leaned in and kissed the exposed skin, right above Kurt's left collarbone. His hands made their way to the man's back, embracing him. Dave brought his lips to Kurt's ear and whispered "I want to fuck you."
Kurt hummed, leaning enticingly toward Dave. He took in the man's size, the spread of his hand, trying to get a judge on his penis size. One would think after taking Dave into his mouth he'd have a better memory for it. Alas Dave had been one of many to fill the money gaps that week. Kurt might be able to take him into his pussy. "Five hundred, sweetheart."
Dave drew back, his hands falling off Kurt's body immediately. "Five... Are you serious? Azimio paid you two hundreds last time!" He scowled. No matter weekend job and sport scholarship, but for him it was still a lot of money to spend on a whore.
Damn. He was banking on the virgin thing to keep him ignorant that that price was exorbitant. Kurt hummed, his first two fingers coming up to tap his lips. "Well... I suppose I can go a little lower. $400. You must admit I'm a rare breed."
"I hope your service is worth the money." Dave said, taking out the cash off his pocket. He mentally praised himself for taking with himself more than he originally was going to. He gave the bills to Kurt and moved to sit on the bed. Kurt swiftly flicked through the bills. He clipped them to the inside of his bra before returning to all smiles for Dave.
"I want to watch you undress." Dave said and licked his lips when Kurt obeyed. The power to dictate all rules was intoxicating.
Show time. Kurt used to think of this part as method acting experience. A notch in his resume for when someone needed a Pretty Woman or Rent or Gypsy role filled. It was a nice dream. For $400 he should give the man what he wanted. "What's your name? And do you want me to take the wig off first?"
"Yes, take it off." Dave's hand palmed his cock through his jeans. This whole knowing each others names thing wasn't that good after all. Slightly confusing actually. Kurtwas confusing. One moment he would get all moody because of freaking flowers, the next one he wanted them to get more personal? Dave sighed.
"Tonight you're going to scream 'Dave'," he said, and cringed inwardly at the lame remark when it left his mouth.
"Sure thing, Davey." Kurt slid his wig off, carefully placing it aside. The cheesy comment earned an eyeroll once Kurt turned his back. He slowly undid the bobby pins, his natural hair flopping forward. It was damp from being under the cap for so long.
Dave unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. He groped himself through the boxers watching the other man. He lifted his legs and kicked the jeans off before taking off the boxers as well. He debated whether to stay in the shirt or not. He was the most self-conscious about his chest, so he decided to leave the shirt on for now and focus on the performance before him.
Kurt swayed as he carefully slipped out of the dress. Under it was a pair of tight black women's underwear. He removed his bra and pet both hands down his shaved smooth chest. "You want to touch this, handsome?"
Dave's hand froze around the shaft and he swallowed hard. He didn't want anything more since their last meeting. He stood up, his cock hanging fully erect and heavy between his legs, and came up to Kurt slowly, taking in the glorious expanse of pale skin. He reached out and brushed his fingers down the length of Kurt's chest, stopping at his navel and circling it briefly. Some distant part of his mind was aware that most of Kurt's behavior was fake and trained just for guys like him. Nevertheless, Kurt was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He rested his hands on Kurt's hips for a moment and looked him in the eyes, leaning in. He was so close he could smell Kurt's scent and somehow, it turned him on even more.
Kurt licked his lower lip. The slow touches on his chest were actually beginning to turn him on. That was rare. His almost sweet touching was like a lover's. Dave's hands slipped further down into Kurt's panties and squeezed his cheeks. Kurt moaned lewdly, as if he actually enjoyed the groping on his ass. How incredibly crude.
Dave smiled into Kurt's hair. He was doing a good job so far, if the noises Kurt was making were any indication. He grabbed the band of the underwear and pulled it down roughly, exposing Kurt's perfect little ass. He cupped the cheeks and kneed it with his fingers, watching the reddening flesh over Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt placed a hand on each of Dave's shoulders, his mouth taking up a path of kissing along his trick's throat. Dave moaned and buckled his hips forward, pressing Kurt's tightly to his body, and sneaked one of his thighs between Kurt's legs.
Kurt tensed for a moment, suddenly exposed. He knew this part, either he'd get a comment, or a scream, or some times a demand for him to cover up and just use his mouth. His cock hung flaccid about 2 inches long over his labia and opening. He waited, kissing at Dave's neck to distract himself from the impending rejection.
What the...?Dave thought Kurt was aroused, but the ordinary hardness was nowhere to be felt. He leaned back confused and looked down Kurt's chest on his groin. One of his hands slid up from the cheek and cupped the soft, tiny dick. It looked ridiculous compared to the prominent length of Dave's erection, straightening right beside it. Huh. So he wasn't doing that good in the turning-Kurt-on department after all. Dave wasn't going to back away though. He reached further to touch Kurt behind his balls, remembering how great it felt when Kurt did that last time. His hand met soft lips and his finger dipped into the moisture gathered there. Dave looked up at Kurt, but the man was pretending to be occupied with creating a hickey on his throat. Using his left hand, Dave lift Kurt's chin to force him to look him in the eyes.
"Is this what you were talking about the last time?" He asked, sliding his finger further into the hot, tight passage.
Kurt gasped as the finger explored his pussy. The man wasn't pulling away? The finger was thick and rough against his delicate outer lips. Kurt's voice was breathy and higher than before. "Yes. This is what I was talking about. Mostly male. With parts of both."
Dave growled, surprising himself more than Kurt. He pulled the finger out and slowly slid it back in, dragging it over the inner walls of Kurt's pussy. He didn't know why Kurt seemed to have both male and female parts down there, but he knew he wanted it all. "Bed," he whispered pulling out of Kurt.
Kurt obeyed. Despite the shock at Dave's reaction, he sank to the bed with all the grace of a ballet dancer. Every now and then he found men who liked him for the duality, he had a few regulars. It was always surprising and usually felt wrong, like a fetish. Kurt moved back, his legs closed with knees together, hiding his pussy for the moment. His hands came down to touch and entice his cock.
"Found something you like?"
"Let me see and I'll tell you." Dave smirked at him.
He spread Kurt's knees, exposing his pussy, and sat back on his heels. Kurt was right. The body displayed before him seemed like a rare creature. Dave caressed Kurt's thighs, brushing his palms up and down while watching Kurt's hole. He dragged his finger over the labia and teased it for a split moment back into the man. The flesh pulsed around his digit. Fascinating. He pulled out of Kurt and brushed the wet finger over the head of Kurt's dick, feeling it harden under his touch.
Kurt shuddered. The man was actually touching his cock too? Oh, wonderful. "Dave... that's good." He spread his legs further, more willing to let Dave explore. "All for you, big boy."
Dave hummed in the response to the praise. Acting on impulse, he leaned in and gave a long lick along the lips before wrapping his mouth around the small cock. Dave fantasized about many things during his jerk off sessions, but receiving head was always on top of the list. He was kind of curious about giving it, and afraid of it too. As much as watching porn vids with twinks choking of some guy's dick, was a fun thing to do, Dave didn't wish to experience it himself. Kurt's cock fit well in his mouth and he could bob his head up and down without gagging. He wanted to do something about the pussy but had no idea how the damn thing works, so he just slid his finger in again. "Is this okay? You like?" He leaned back for a moment to whisper before returning to work the cock faster in and out of his mouth again.
Kurt groaned deep in his throat as Dave's wet warmth swallowed him up. His hip wiggled, not thrusting quite, but rotating on the digit. "Yes. I like. Play with the folds. Run your finger along the outside until I'm dripping."
Dave obeyed to the comments. He let the cock slip out of his mouth for a moment and licked around his finger, buried in Kurt's pussy. He brought his other hand to Kurt's hole, and brushed the thumb over the labia, hot under his digit. After a short moment he came back to the cock, missing it already, and slid it into his mouth, sucking lightly and massaging the underside with his tongue.
Kurt smiled down at the man, pupils blow so wide that only a sliver of green was left for Dave. The dual sensations rolled into a beautiful pulsing wave searching toward him. "David. Good. Feels good." He was slick, the wound up sensation making his passage ready. "In me, get in me now."
Dave sat up. Kurt looked unbelievable, spread and needy like that. Dave licked his lips and reached out for the drawer Kurt showed him last time. He pulled out a condom, tore the package, and fumbled with putting it on.
Kurt watched, his lust-filled eyes still examining to make sure Dave had got the condom right. He pushed up on his elbows, reaching for Dave's sheathed cock to pinch the tip of the condom and allow a pocket for his seed. Dave blushed slightly when Kurt fixed the condom. His inexperience was showing again.
"Don't thrust too hard."
"I won't," Dave said looking into Kurt's eyes.
Not breaking the eye contact, he lowered himself onto the smaller man, and directed his cock between the folds of Kurt's pussy. He put a little pressure at first, but Kurt's cunt opened before him and he could slid in almost with ease. "God, you're so tight." Dave moaned resting his forehead on Kurt's shoulder. He thrust experimentally into the man, scared of doing something wrong.
Kurt groaned happily at the length sliding inside of him. He'd been actually aroused properly for sex for the first time in... well, ever. He wrapped his long legs around Dave's thick waist. The man's shirt edge was brushing against his spit slicked cock. "Take it off. Why are you still wearing that?"
Normally, Dave would protest but he wasn't in a state to argue. He leaned back and pulled the shirt off. Apparently Kurt's words were his command. For now. He threw the clothing on the side and pressed into the other man again. The feeling of skin on skin contact was phenomenal. His furry abdomen chafed the head of Kurt's cock, and Dave could feel the precum gathering between them. He put his arms on both sides of Kurt's head for better support and resumed the slow thrusts, his face hovering above Kurt's.
Kurt's mouth fell open, dark pink lips wide as his body clenched around Dave's length. The hair, the rampant physical masculinity only served to speed Kurt's lust. His cock slid between them, just enough stimulation to keep him hard but give no release.
Dave moaned quietly. There was not a hotter image than what he had before him. He ducked his head and planted a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek. He brushed his lips over Kurt's cheekbone, and slid lower to kiss and lick a path behind Kurt's ear. His hands inched to explore the man's body so he let his left palm travel over the chest, thigh wrapped around him, anywhere he could reach. The fingers found Kurt's nipples and started playing with them.
Kurt bucked up, rutting Dave into him in counterpoint to his thrusts. All the touch, the sensation was making his skin flush across his face and down his collarbone, the ruddy color kissing his hard nipples.
"Dave, Dave, Ah! Please."
Kurt's tight passage clenched, muscles holding Dave firm within as he rocked through an orgasm. If watching that beautiful body orgasming underneath him wasn't enough for Dave, Kurt's pussy tightened around him and he spilled into the condom gasping out Kurt's name. They kept frozen for a moment, breathing harshly, until Dave pulled back and awkwardly slid the condom off his cock. He tied it up, wincing, and threw on the floor, too lazy to bother about searching out a waste basket. Dave laid down and, surprised, noticed that Kurt's still knelt on the bed beside him and took him in his mouth again. He slid his mouth up and down fast.
Kurt's hands immediately went into Dave's hair. He was sensitive from his first orgasm and the heat was almost too much. His hips bucked upward into Dave's mouth. His sounds were a combination of high gasps and staccato breathing. It didn't take long, just the steady sucking and he was releasing clear ejaculate into the other man. It lacked the usual heaviness or thickness of most men's cum as it was lacking sperm. Kurt collapsed back, a hand still gripping Dave's hair.
Dave eased the clenched fingers from his hair and moved up Kurt's body peppering light kisses on his chest. He stopped, hovering over Kurt's face for a moment, and laid down beside him. His hand sneaked on Kurt's cheek, and he kept it there, tenderly brushing Kurt's cheekbone with his thumb.
Kurt laid limp, exhausted by his own dual peaks. He laid, floating content for a few moments beside Dave. He shouldn't linger, really he shouldn't, not with this client, the man who brought flowers. Kurt let out a happy little sigh.
The experience was nearly overwhelming. It was ridiculous of him, really, but Dave already craved more. He couldn't believe he was missing out on so much thus far. The physical pleasure, the intimacy of being with other person. Could anyone ever get used to this? Dave's hand froze. Well, Kurt had guys like Dave everyday. Probably couple times a day, considering the throughput of this club. It might have been something memorable for Dave, but Kurt was here only for the $400 tucked into his bra. Dave sat up abruptly, his back to Kurt.
"Well, that was fun," he said pulling on the boxers.
Kurt sat up, smoothing his hair before reaching below the bed. "Glad you enjoyed." He found himself actually disappointed.
There were plenty of reasons men came to whores. Sometimes they wanted companionship, sometimes to get off, sometimes to talk about their wives, and sometimes they wanted to pretend to be loved. He had thought Dave was the last.
"You probably have some other men to screw out of their money. I don't wanna take up your time." Dave murmured putting on the rest of his clothes.
"For most men, getting off calms them down. Apparently it turns you into an even bigger dick." The stripper snipped, wiping himself down with the little wipe packets.
Getting angry at whore for whoring themselves was ludicrous. But Dave wasn't sure what is he angry about and at whom. Probably himself. Stopping now wasn't an option.
"Yeah, you would know a thing about dicks," he spat out. "From observation, I mean, not experience."
"What is your problem?" Kurt cleaned himself quickly, looking over to the clothing folded beyond the bed. He stood, perfectly elegant despite being naked. "It's either that you're gay, that you acted on it, that you're guilty because you have some sort of girlfriend or because you had sex with a hooker who has bigger balls than you, even if they are internal."
Dave's hands flied to Kurt's face, and the next second he was kissing the little whore, cupping his face gently. How pathetic.
Kurt jolted at the sudden kiss. First Dave was prickly, now this? He melted into it, a forced reaction when dealing with an unpredictable client. He slid a hand around Dave's neck. The temptation to dig unforgiving nails into Dave's throat suppressed.
Dave pressed him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue explored the inside of Kurt's mouth fervently. He moaned and the sound brought him back to reality. Dave broke the kiss, stared down at Kurt, wide-eyed.
Kurt was just getting into the kiss when Dave pushed at his chest. The man was a good kisser despite the inexperience and insults. He sighed as he watched him go. "Goodnight David. I hope you enjoyed yourself. I did." He said as if it had been a date. Dave might be the type to want or need the illusion of a relationship.
"Save it." Dave said walking out the door.