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Stripping / Scent Kink

Eclipse was the hottest place in Port Angeles right now. Everybody wanted to go there. Men, women, single, married, gay, straight - if you had a pulse, you wanted to go along and witness the beauty that was held behind the doors.

The assumption about stripping is that it's mainly done by women. When you say 'stripper' to someone, they automatically think of a woman, scantily clad dancing around a pole for money. Eclipse was different.

Eclipse was exclusively a male strip club, home to some of the finest bodies that have ever walked the earth.

Carlisle Cullen had been stripping the longest. Originally, it had been a side career as he worked on getting his medical degree. But he found he actually liked stripping. He enjoyed the freedom it allowed him to feel and so very quickly became his full-time profession. He was of average height with blonde hair and blue eyes - always a hit with the ladies. Ironically he would walk on stage wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope before tossing them to the crowd and starting his routine. He wasn't overly muscled but there was enough definition there to set even the grouchiest widows panties on fire. Older women loved him and a few had even jumped up on stage and ground onto him.

Edward Masen hadn't started out as a stripper. His career plan had been to be a bartender and then one evening he'd had to fill in. Turns out he was a natural. He had a good ear for the beat and could easily bump and grind to any tune the band played. He was lean with bronze hair and forest green eyes, an unusual combination. He was the same height as Carlisle and only slightly more muscular. He was most successful when he wore his jeans. They hugged his ass like a pair of gloves and showed off the sinuous globes. The fact he wore glasses seemed to help - who knew girls enjoyed a nerd who could move?

Jacob Black was very popular at Eclipse. His body was muscled beyond belief. He boasted an eight pack with deep crevices that often had women fantasising about running their tongues down one and seeing where they ended up. His dark hair and dark eyes made him easy to look at and his blinding smile had women handing their underwear over left, right and centre. He was only working part-time though as he was trying to finance his own business. The regulars sure would be sad to see him go.

Jasper Whitlock was a full-time stripper. His southern accent and signature Stetson made him popular. His cowboy attire being the main attraction of the night. Words would drip like honey from his mouth and rumour had it, his tongue was a wicked weapon. He was lean like Edward with honeyed locked falling to his shoulders and blue eyes that made women confess their sins to him as if he were an old friend. The smirk he often wore made many a seat wet and he was the most requested when it came to bachelorette parties.

Emmett McCarthy was a large man. He was wide as he was tall with muscles that made him look like a strongman at a circus rather than a stripper. He had dark brown curls and blue impish eyes, always looking for trouble. His lumberjack routine was highly requested. Seeing his muscles dripped in sweat was the highlight of most women's week. His thick thighs made women drool as they fantasised what could be hidden underneath and women begged to be held in his strong arms. They could only imagine what his weight on top of them felt like.

"Ready?" Carlisle asked as he shrugged on his lab coat, checking himself in the mirror and adjusting his stethoscope slightly.

"Absolutely!" Jake enthusiastically cheered. He pretended to fake box with Emmett as they pumped themselves up for the routine.

"Let's do this," Jasper affirmed.

Edward gave him a quick nod and a smile before they headed onto the darkened stage, cheers erupting when the crowd realised that this was it.

The music started with a low beat and thumped through the club, coursing through the veins of dancers and patrons alike.

Each man counted the beat in their head, waiting till it was their turn to remove their clothes.

It didn't take long for the crowd to be on their feet, screaming with delight as new muscles were revealed until each man was left only in a pair of dark boxers.

The music stopped and the lights went low again. But only for a second before illuminating the stage once more as the music began and each man dropped to the floor, grinding their pelvis' in sinuous motions, sparking many imaginations that night.

They simultaneously rolled onto their backs and thrust their hips into the air, the shrieks of delight from the audience temporarily blocking out the music.

In a show of pure masculinity, they rolled back onto their fronts one at a time and pushed their entire bodies upwards, leaving the floor for a few seconds before landing back onto their hands and the tips of the toes.

The crowd screamed and the men smiled.

One final move was all that was left.

They all stood and flexed their muscles - hard - showing off what they had trained hard to achieve. More scream erupted from the audience.

The lights dimmed but the screams continued.

The five men shared a smile; it had been a good night.