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Stripper

Summary: Justin lives with his mother in an apartment, with his mother's boyfriend. He needs to find a job to help pay rent. He becomes a stripper. He and Brian go to the same school, and soon become friends. (Both 16 years old). Brian doesn't know about what Justin does at first. He soon finds out.

Tuesday

3:15 pm

Living Room

When Brian came home, he found Justin sitting on the couch, doing homework. "Hey Justin. You feeling any better?" Brian asked as he walked over. Justin looked up at him and smiled.

"Some." Brian smiled back at him, put down his book bag and pushed Justin gently down on the couch so he was laying down. He got on top of Justin, straddling him. "Did you quit your job yet?" Brian asked, running his fingertips on Justin's chest.

"No. Not yet." Justin managed to get out.

"When are you gonna quit?" Brian started kissing Justin's neck.

"I shouldn't have to. The...the manager said that...that if I mess up..."

"At all you would get fired."

"How did you know he said that?"

"I told you before, I heard your conversation with your boss John, Jake whoever the fuck."

"Oh, right. He would have called by now." Brian started kissing Justin's neck again. "Brian...Brain, stop. We can't...can't do this here."

"It's okay. My parents won't be back until around 7 tonight." He pushed Justin's shirt up and started kissing his stomach.

"Brian, stop. I-I'm not ready yet." Brian looked at him and smirked.

"I know. I'm just teasing you."

"You're such an asshole," Justin laughed.

"Thank you very much," Brian said sarcastically. "As much as I enjoy teasing you, I have to get to soccer practice." Brian got up off the couch, and started undressing s-l-o-w-l-y. He had shorts underneath his pants and a black wifebeater underneath his shirt. He saw Justin panting and noticed a certain part of Justin's anatomy grow through his pants. Brian smirked. "I'll see you later."

"Y-yeah." Brian kissed him, grabbed his soccer bag which was by the door and left. Justin was a little annoyed and pissed at Brian for teasing and taunting him. He went upstairs and took care of the little (more like big) problem Brian had "created."

5:00 pm

Justin wasn't feeling so sore anymore, so he decided to go tell the manager and his boss that he was quitting. When he got there, he went straight to the managers office and knocked on the door. "Come in." He went inside and closed the door. "Justin. Where have you been?"

"I've been home. I was really busy." That technically isn't a lie. He was at home. Brian's home, but it was his home now too and he was busy, dealing with everything. "Anyway, I came to see why you haven't called and fired me yet."

"I would never do that. You're the best stripper we ever had. Everyone compliments you. How well you dance, how cute you are, what a great ass and body you have."

"Then why'd you tell me that you were gonna fire me? Was it just a threat so I wouldn't quit?"

"Exactly."

"Well, I'm quitting."

"Oh no you're not. You can't. You bring in so much money for me and John."

"I don't care! I'm quitting." Justin walked away and as he started opening the door was pushed closed.

"If you quit, me and John will find you and rape you until you agree to come back." The manager whispered harshly in Justin's ear. A few tears slid down Justin's face. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Don't tell ANYONE! You understand me?" Justin nodded. The manager let him go. Justin ran out of there so fast. When he got to his car, he started crying. E couldn't believe he would have to keep the stupid job. He couldn't do anything about it, or tell Brian. He knew he was gonna have to lie to Brian and that's the last thing he wanted to do, but he was gonna have to.

A/N: So what do you think? Continue or not?