SourceURL:file:/localhost/Volumes/Acer%20HardDrive/new%20kid%

Coulson had introduced Steve to the front of house staff. The bartender was a slender man with jet black hair named Loki and one of the bouncers was his brother Thor (Loki had laughed and told Steve their parents had had a thing for Norse mythology). The head of security was a petit redheaded woman named Natasha who Steve had seen before.

"You the new kid?" she asked titling her chin at him.

"Yeah, I'm Steve," he smiled shyly in return.

"You get the rules rundown?"

"From Coulson and Clint."

"Good. We start letting people in in," she checked her watch, "two minutes. Just a tip, don't wait around by the private dance rooms for people to come to you. Walk around, work the floor. Public dances cost less, people are more likely to ask for one."

"Thanks, that's good to know."

"No problem. Also listen, anybody gets to handsy, wave me over. The men are more likely to try and cop a feel than the women are. Good luck." With that she turned on her heal and walked away, unlocking the front door and stepping outside. Steve rolled his shoulders and walked to stand over by the bar, he figured that would probably be a good place to start the night. Not that he was going to drink, but the customers did. Loki smiled at him with a bit of a chuckle.

"Nervous?"

"Yeah a little," Steve admitted.

"Everybody is the first few nights. But Tony says you seem to know what you're doing, so you should be fine."

"He talked about me?" Steve felt a knot form in his stomach, but he wasn't sure if it was dread or excitement.

"Stop panicking," the bar tender laughed, "you're the new guy, you always talk about the new guy."

"Oh. Right. Duh," he laughed as well, but was a little disappointed. He knew there was no reason for somebody like Tony to talk about somebody like him unless work was being discussed, he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. Loki broke him out of his spiral of self-shaming by clapping him on the shoulder.

"Stand up straight, and put your game face on. Its go time." Steve nodded, straightening his back, adjusting his tiny shorts so just a little of his ass hung out the bottom, and took a deep breath. The lights dimmed a little, and music started pumping through the air. Clint came out the stage door, he was working the floor for now too, and gave Steve a big smile and a thumbs up, and mouthed the words 'good spot'. Then the doors opened. Person after person flocked into the club, some alone, some talking with large groups of friends, and Steve could have sworn he saw some couples. Most people went to get good seats, but a bunch came to the bar. Steve made eye contact, and smiled, and flirted, leaning on the bar and sticking out his ass.

Then he spotted a shy looking boy on the other side of the bar, the kid was surrounded by a group of friends who were chatting away with each other, but he just stood there, looking at his feet. He would look up occasionally, checking out the place, eyes flitting to the stage with a nervous hopeful energy, before darting back to the floor. He couldn't have been much over nineteen, and he was a little small, but cute nonetheless. Steve smiled and made his way over, making to sway his hips and give and passers by a good view. He walked up behind the kid and slowly trailed a hand up his back.

"Hey baby, what brings you here?"

The young man jumped a little, letting a small "eep" escape his lips before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. His friends laughed good heartedly.

"We did," grinned a pretty brunette, "its his birthday, turned nineteen today."

"Did you?" Steve dragged his hands along the boy's shoulders, looking him in the eye and biting his lip. "Are you the birthday boy?"

The kid nodded his head slowly.

"You want to tell me your name, birthday boy?"

"Alex," he choked out, "Alexander Summers."

"And who are your lovely friends who brought you?" he tapped his fingers on the blonde's shoulder.

"Um this is Kurt, Scott, Anna," he gestured to the brunette who had already spoken to Steve, "and Raven."

"Nice to meet you all," Steve smiled, "now as it's your friends birthday, don't you think he deserves a personal dance?"

Alex's eye widened, "no its ok I'm-"

"I think he does," Raven interrupted. She handed Steve $50 in two twenties and a ten. "Will that cover it?"

"That will cover a private dance." he raised his eyebrows and bit his lip. "Can you take care for your friend for me for two seconds, while I go put this away? I promise ill be right back babe." He trailed his finger down the blonde's cheek and walked away. He put $30 dollars into the fee box and the other $20 into his tip box, and then walked back over to the bar. Alex's friends were ogling him, and it made him strangely happy.

"Ready, baby?" Steve smirked.

Alex nodded slowly "okay."

"We'll be back. If anybody else wants a dance after, just let me know." He winked at Raven, took Alex's hand and walked him over to the booths for the private dances, opening the curtain and letting him in. "do you know the rules Hun?"

Alex swallowed, "um... no t- touching?"

"That's right no touching," Steve leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "unless I let you."

A visible shiver shot through the young man in the chair. Then Steve began to dance. Swaying his body in time with the music, every now and then intentionally brushing up against his client, keeping as much eye contact as possible. Half way through the dance he grabbed the kid's hands placing them on his hips. Alex traced small circles into Steve's back with his thumbs the slowly began to slide his hands up Steve's torso.

"Is… it this ok?" he asked, slight worry in his voice.

"Its ok. I like you, you can touch me." He kept dancing, but slowed down a little allowing the man sitting beneath him to run his hands over his back and chest, feeling his muscles shift under his skin. "You want to know a secret?"

Alex looked up at Steve hopefully, "alright."

"Its my first time too, I just started working here tonight. Does that make you feel better?" Steve's eyes oozed sex as he looked down at the boy in the chair.

The blond ran his hands Steve's chest, as if trying to memorize it. "You're lying."

"I'm not." He thrust his hips, letting the front of his shorts brush the young man's chest.

"You are really good."

"Thank you." And with that, the dance was over. Steve shifted off of Alex's lap and held the curtain open for him.

Alex stood slowly. Trying to cover the crotch of his pants with hands. "That was… thank you…" he existed the booth and Steve followed.

"You are very welcome, here let me walk you back to your friends." The two walked over in silence.

"So how was it?" Scott joked, able to clearly see Alex trying to cover his erection.

"He's really good." Alex mumbled, looking at the floor. Cheeks flushed.

"So who's next?" Steve asked slyly.

"That would be me," Raven stated. "But I don't mind public," she wiggled her eyebrows and handed him another twenty, walking over to the table the group had claimed and sitting down in her chair. Steve folded the bill, tucking it into the small pocket inside his shorts and walked over, to begin his next dance.