For CuTiEkArLiE because she is SO adorable and asked so nicely :D
Ichigo needed to let loose at the strip club. Looked like a blue-haired mystery man might just be the thing
Song: Strut by Adam Lambert
'Hi, sugar,' purred a dark-haired young thing with flamboyantly hued feathers sweeping from one eye. 'What's a sweet thing like you doing here all alone? You look like you could use some company.'
'Huh?' Ichigo stuttered, almost spewing his drink all over the bar counter he was sitting at. His heart thudded loudly in his ears as he keeled in to the panic flowing through his body. 'Well, I, uh-!'
'Chill it, Yumi,' came a haughty voice behind the counter. It was a blue-haired bartender who was currently smirking at the two. 'It's the guy's first night here so retract your claws. Prey's too fresh.'
'No fair, Grimmy!' the man pouted and flipped his hair with one hand so it fanned out luxuriously in the flashing neon lights of the strip club. 'If I didn't know any better I'd think you were hoarding all the good ones!'
'Do I look like I have time for that?' the bartender retorted with a raise of an eyebrow. Yumi smirked knowingly.
'If Sugar here knew just who you were, he'd probably be smarter than to hang around you,' he warned mockingly.
His eyes flicked momentarily towards Ichigo before winking. This caused the man to blush a brilliant red as he watched the flashy figure saunter away. He heard the bartender snort behind him before he turned on that man instead.
'Yumi's something,' the man laughed before grabbing a rag and wiping down the counter. He glanced up at Ichigo as he worked. 'New here?'
'Yeah, er, how'd you-'
'All new comers have that look in their eyes. Nervous, uncertain and inexperienced. And I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you just came out of the closet too.'
Ichigo, who had been taking a sip of his whisky, almost choked on it at that point.
'Am I wearing a sign or something?' he coughed out, trying to get the burning sensation in his throat to ebb down. 'Fresh Rainbow Prey? Get 'em while their hot?'
The blue-haired man barked a laugh.
'Nah, I'm just good at reading people. Worked here long enough,' he answered. Then his eyes lidded seductively. 'Plus it takes one to know one.'
Now Ichigo's face was really burning. Shit, did this sexy as hell bartender just blatantly express interest in Ichigo? He'd come here on a whim. He highly doubted he'd get a good catch at all tonight. And now, here's a man who could possibly be a wet dream come true hitting on him.
All of a sudden, he couldn't help but imagine that gorgeous species of a man spread out on his bed in all his naked glory. He had to take a draught of his whiskey to hide the fact that he might be drooling because of his own fantasy.
'So who brought you here?' the blue-haired sex God asked as he expertly poured alcohol into glasses before setting them on a tray for a blonde waiter dressed in nothing but a leather thong and black bowtie.
'Ermmm, my friend,' Ichigo muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the counter as he pointed towards the stripper stage slash runway.
The blonde was cackling away on a nearby couch while a scantily clad male stripper, with a "69" tattooed on his face, grinded a pole in front of him whereas a pink-haired male in a leather thong kissed up his neck while massaging his inner thigh suggestively.
'Damn, Shinji outdoes himself every time!' the bartender whistled. He grinned at Ichigo who quickly lowered his gaze in case he was caught staring at the gorgeous male. 'Last time he was here he got three guys to give him a blowjob in one night. A stripper, a waiter, and a bartender. Now that's an achievement!'
Ichigo almost asked if the bartender was him but the orangehead held his tongue at the last minute. Though he was hoping to God it wasn't this guy. His poor, sex-deprived brain would just overload from the image of having that man's luscious lips wrapped a thick, throbbing coc-
'Knowing him I bet he made you come here and get some action,' the blue-haired man mused, grinning smugly. He leaned over across the counter so that Ichigo could look down his loose, flowing shirt and see an exquisite set of toned muscles. 'See anything ya like?'
Ichigo gulped.
'Oh, you have no idea,' he thought, his eyes now sneakily slinking over the bartender's body and almost squeaking at how those tight leather pants were leaving little to the imagination.
'Oi, Grimm!' yelled a bald, dark-skinned bartender. He jabbed a thumb behind himself. 'Your turn's up!'
'Got it, Zommari!' Grimm yelled back and stood up straight. Ichigo was just glad the bartender didn't his sigh of disappointment. Though he held his breath as Grimm turned to him, smile slightly more genuine rather than teasing. 'Look, it's your first time and I know you're scared, but you gotta let go if you wanna have fun. Think nothing of what others are gonna think. Around here, nobody cares. You're you, for this one night. So just strut your stuff.'
Ichigo blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected that kind of advice from a bartender he had just met. Though before he could say anything, the man was gone. Ichigo craned his neck around, trying to find him. He hoped that wasn't the last time he would get to see that sexy man.
'Ichigo!' Shinji cried out, his speech slightly slurred by alcohol but at least he could still talk. He slapped his friend on the back, making the man jump. 'Find anything good yet? Found a good one tonight and can't wait to take him home to try him out!'
He grinned toothily behind himself at the smirking stripper who had the tattoo on his face.
'Dunno, Shin, this is a lot to take in,' Ichigo muttered, fingering his tumbler glass. 'I don't think I'm ready-!'
Ichigo Kurosaki, I ain't having you walk outta a strip club without creaming your pants at least once!' Shinji yelled over the heavy pounding music.
Ichigo flushed red at those words. Sheesh, did alcohol have to dull Shinji's censorship sense?! Then he realized the man was steering him towards the stage where all the strippers were shaking it. He heard someone announcing the next stripper but he barely heard the stripper's name. 'Panther' something or the other.
'You gotta see this one!' Shinji cackled as he shoved Ichigo into a seat right in front of the stage. Ichigo's eyes widened. Was Shinji out of his mind?! Why the hell was he making him sit up front?! Shinji was definitely piss ass drunk.
The platform looked like a long runway with a circular stage at the end where a single pole ran down. It was a huge circle because it was large enough to include a band.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
'What's with the band?' Ichigo inquired and gestured to the leather-clad band members.
One, a pale boy with large, morbid green eyes who barely looked twenty, Ulquiorra as a couple of guys were hooting out along with the words "let's fuck", was wearing leather pants, boots, studded wristbands and a tight black shirt that looked like it was painted on. He was standing in front of a keyboard and looked like he wished to be anywhere but there. Or maybe he just didn't care. One couldn't really tell from an emo kid's expression.
The guitarist, a guy called Stark with brown hair and sleepy gray eyes, had two leather strips crisscrossing his chest while he lounged about in leather pants and boots himself. He twanged a few notes as the club music died down in order to get everyone's attention.
On drums was a huge, muscle-bound guy with his long hair plaited in the back. Yammy, as his chest tattoo screamed, wore black shades, a leather policeman hat and leather jacket to bare his torso. He grinned brashly and smashed a cymbal when no one paid attention to Stark's guitaring. The room finally quieted down a little.
'This is kinda the club's specialty,' Shinji explained. 'A stripper band. The stripper comes on stage, sings, and, well, strips.'
Ichigo's eyes widened and turned them immediately to the stage when he heard a couple of appreciative whoops. His eyes almost popped out now.
'Holy shit,' he whispered, his eyes trailing down from that familiar blue-head to the exquisitely dressed figure now prancing the stage.
Grimm grinned wickedly at the crowd, which earned him a few more hoots and whistles. His leather boots jingled as he walked, the silver tassels shining in the light now beaming down on the stage. It made his off-the-shoulder white shirt glow to reveal a leather suspender holding his own leather pants up.
'Oi, Grimm, when're you gonna let me tap that?!' yelled someone from the crowd as a sound technician tossed Grimm a mike.
'When you're ready to fucking handle it, Iba!' the bartender/stripper teased over the mike. Everyone in the club burst out in loud guffaws and more whistles.
'So this goes out to everyone!' Grimm yelled, raising a gloved fist in the air. 'Especially those who just need to let loose!'
As everyone roared anew, Grimm lowered his hand to point it at Ulquiorra. Cocking a hip, the pale boy started up a heavy, stuttering beat. Yammy thumped his drums while nodding his head. In the meantime, Grimm jerked one leg to the beat, the action making his shirt flap to reveal more skin under it. Hoots and whistles resounding in the dingy room.
Lidding his eyes seductively, Grimm pressed the mike to his lips to sing huskily. Instantaneously, Ichigo felt a shiver surge through his body and tingle his nether regions. He tightened his hands into fists. Fuck.
I want to start a revolution
Grimm rolled his head around along with his body so that he faced the audience on one side of the circular stage. His leg was still moving to the tempo.
A type of personal solution
The stripper slowly bent down on his haunches, simultaneously slithering a gloved hand down his thigh so that it glided over the leather-clad skin. Appreciative jeers went around loud and clear.
We all have got our own pollution
His eyes fluttered closed and opened when he gave the crowd an open-mouthed smirk, quickly snapping to his feet.
It's all about the execution
He now stumbled backwards till his back pressed against the pole in the middle of the stage. Ichigo felt his mouth water as the bluenette grabbed a bit of the pole from above his head and grinded his ass oh so deliciously against the pole while he sang.
You got something to say
Your hands are tied
Open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
With one last hard grind of his ass, Grimm suddenly sank to the floor on his legs, making everyone inhale sharply. And when he began crawling, there was no stopping the cheers then.
Get on the floor, just let it drop
Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
Feel the fire within
The bluenette quickly sat up on his knees, head twisted to one side as he sang into the mike, eyes scrunched in concentration and mouth stretched wide to belt those high notes.
I wanna see you strut! (strut, strut)
C'mon walk for me!
He now looked straight ahead, right into Ichigo's eyes. The orangehead gulped thickly. The stripper smirked as he stood up and continued to sing.
Strut! (strut, strut)
How you wanna be?
He began to slowly walk backwards, keeping eye contact with Ichigo who was now just struggling to breathe.
Everybody's looking for some love
But they don't know
How to let it all hang out
And that's why they're solo! (solo, solo)
Some guy in the crowd ran a hand greedily over Grimm's thigh, getting the stripper's attention and having the bluenette sing in his direction. Ichigo gave the man a murderous glance, mourning as the man now sang for everyone else. Shit, this was for him. Not these fuckers. Grimm was singing this for him.
As Stark struck a strained tune while leaning his body at an angle, Grimm strolled to his side while mussing up his own hair. When he turned back to the crowd, he flapped the collar of his shirt to get some air.
'Take it off!' someone screamed. Grinning wickedly, Grimm just winked as he began to sing and flapped his shirt in time to the tune.
We're a complicated nation
He suddenly began to lift the shirt higher, revealing more skin. The jeers were almost deafening now. This just made the singer grin even wider.
And now we're in a situation
Grimm pulled off the shirt in one deft move, his voice almost drowned out by the shouts that followed.
Let's take aMaybelline vacation!
He cocked a hip out as he tossed the shirt somewhere in the crowd. His muscles glistened from the sweat that merely accentuated them. Ichigo's eyes rounded. Damn, the word "fine" had nothing on this man.
Grimm stretched his legs out in a power stance, his chin jutting out as he sang seductively.
And get yourself some validation
The stripper now grabbed the pole again and Jesus fucking Christ Ichigo couldn't believe he was so damn jealous of that pole. The way Grimm grinded his crotch against it was probably making everyone orgasm right that minute.
You got something to say
Your hands are tied
Open your mouth, open it wide
Rolling his head back, Grimm bent his torso backwards so that his crotch pressed against the pole and head almost touched the floor. The number of hoots and whistles that followed could have set a Guinness record.
Let the freedom begin
Now Grimm snapped up and just as quickly, with his lower body still stuck to the pole, he dipped down, his bent legs spread out on either side of the pole while his pants rode so low one could easily tell he had one fine piece of ass.
Get on the floor, just let it drop
Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
'Oh, hell yeah, it did,' Ichigo thought, eyes glued to the strippers front as the bluenette ground one more time against the pole before jumping to his feet to belt out the chorus.
I wanna see you strut! (strut, strut)
Grimm stomped around the pole, strutting his stuff.
'Hell yeah, Grimm! You show 'em!' the one called Iba yelled out while pumping a fist in the air to the music. Grimm laughed a little as he ground his ass against the pole once more while singing.
As Stark grated another set of harsh cords, Grimm pressed his back against the guitarist's, hips undulating sensually to the beat and head thrown back as the stripper basked in the music.
'Told ya he was something!' Shinji yelled, one hand firmly squeezing his tattooed arm candy's ass while another held a glass of vodka.
Ichigo just nodded dumbly, mesmerized. He licked his dry lips when the music suddenly grew morbid, with Stark and Ulquiorra cooing softly in the back.
Grimm strolled to the front, eyes slanted in mock anguish as he slowly cascaded to his knees. One suspender slipped off his shoulder but the man could care less. He stretched out one hand to the crowd as if asking them to take his hand.
I'll be your mirror
Darling, let your hair down
Ichigo's jaw dropped as the stripper trailed his hand over his own clothed cock before coming to clutch the zipper of his pants.
Show me what you're working with
Ichigo held his breath, praying for Grimm to do it and not do it. Really, was it even possible for his pants to get any tighter due to this sex demon?!
There was a unanimous shout of disappointment as Grimm instead took to lying backwards with his legs still bent under him while screaming out the rest of the song.
And let me see you
Struuuuuuuut! (strut, strut)
Strut!(strut, strut)
How you wanna be?!
Both suspenders had slipped off now as Grimm rose to his feet and those leather pants were sitting so precariously that one jerk of Grimm's hips would have sent them cascading to the ground. Fucking hell, why wasn't it fucking happening?!
Grimm was now laughing like a maniac, standing right on the edge of the stage so that anyone and everyone could cop a feel anywhere they wanted to on his body. Tilting the mike down from a height, Grimm continued to sing the rest of the song up into it, all the while his body still moving to the beat.
Strut for me and show me what you're working with!
Strut for me and show me what you're working with!
Soon his voice was drowned out by everyone's cheers and song drew to a close. Grinning widely, Grimm surveyed the club, eyes sparkling impishly.
Ichigo swallowed and realized he had been sitting on the edge of his seat the whole time. Shinji had long phased out and was busy making out with his sex partner for the night.
Mustering up enough courage, Ichigo rose to his feet, heart pounding loudly in his ears as he strode up to the blue-haired stripper who had now descended from the stage and was now trying to make his way out.
'Oi! Make way! I got some drinks ta make now!' the man yelled out. Then he squawked in surprise. 'Alright, who the fuck tried to shove their hand down my pants!?'
Then he looked ahead, scowling, straight at Ichigo. The look almost made the orangehead stop dead in his tracks if the bluenette hadn't broken out into a wide grin then. Ichigo's heart skipped a beat when the stripper made his way towards him.
'Like that?' Grimm asked brashly, as if wasn't even expecting a "no". And he probably never had. Way everyone reacted to his performance, you'd have to be a brick wall not to feel the need to fuck or be fucked by this Adonis.
'Oh, yeah,' Ichigo croaked, cursing at how feeble he sounded. 'You were…you were fucking awesome.'
Grimm snorted. Ichigo felt mortified. Great, he must sound like a total loser right now.
'Hey,' the man whispered huskily in Ichigo's ear, making the man shudder. 'I do private shows too. Only on one condition.'
He was leaning in so close Ichigo could see the sharp contours of that sweaty, muscled torso and smell the heavenly, musky scent of that delectable body.
'I wanna see you strut,' Grimm murmured, lips brushing teasingly against Ichigo's ear lobe. Swallowing, Ichigo looked him straight in the eye and smirked challengingly.
'Sure, just don't forget you asked for it,' he retorted. Grimmjow chuckled and was already dragging the orangehead away from the crowd. Ichigo just continued to grin, head giddy.
He so owed Shinji one.