The little bar that was hidden by a few other flashy businesses called the attention of certain men, ones that had no interest in what a woman had to offer – ones that wanted to see their own gender moving fluidly like a slut.

Luigi felt that his part time hidden profession was giving him more freedom and energy. It was quite exciting; sneaking out after big brother Mario went to bed on the weekends, thinking that Luigi was still as sweet and as innocent as ever. Much better was the feeling of walking down a dark street in the city, looking as if he were wearing normal attire – when he was really wearing it to cover tight pants with the thighs cut out and only held the lower leg parts with elastic straps.

The people who usually entered this business were people Luigi didn't know, and who didn't know Luigi. It'd be best if no one knew, because they probably couldn't picture the sweet, shy Italian man dancing around a pole and getting money for kissing and pleasuring other men.

Maybe he had the guts, that would've been his reason for not dating Princess Daisy – but he was too sweet to say that he didn't really like the girl that much.

Besides, he was gay – and he was the only one who knew that secret. Getting a part time job at this run down place for others like him was the only place he could cheerfully flirt and whisper kinky ideas into the ears of another man itching to screw him.

Then he had to come in one night…

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Hours ticked on like water moving around in a river, with no real business or purpose whatsoever.

Tonight seemed one of those insane nights, Luigi was the only man doing his job while the others were sitting in a corner, laughing and having their cutesy-manly drinks.

While some man-on-man flirting action was going on in that corner, the majority of the club had their eyes on Luigi; who was a little bit too talented with pole dancing and – occasionally – laying down on the micro stage that surrounded the pole so that people close enough could get a chance to touch him where they wanted, or even give him the stupid little tips of one to five dollar bills.

As of right now, Luigi was exhausted, staring up at the various colored lights that didn't make the place seem any brighter, a couple of men hitting on him while another was cautiously reaching out to touch him.

All he wanted to do was sleep, go home and sleep for the rest of the week; even though his body was on a healthy time schedule.

Then again, this was only one out of two chances this week to find a temporary male to please.

Luigi sighed, ignoring the growing volume of guys hooting at him and his looks while getting off of the floor, swatting away the hands of drunks who tried to grab him to drag him off somewhere.

The bartender looked up from a glass, smirking at Luigi while holding up a bottle of water – mouthing that free alcohol wasn't going for Luigi tonight.

"C'mon man," Luigi muttered when he got closer, hearing his coworkers finally getting out of their corner to do their parts of the job, "I don't want water, I need a beer. I'm planning on leaving soon anyway."

The bartender widened his eyes, "Y-you can't do that without the boss' permission!"

"Well, he can deal with it." Luigi spat, "If I'm the best one here, I deserve to leave when I want to. One drink and I'll get back to work for another hour."

"I can't do that Luigi; the others have already taken the portion set aside for employees…"

Luigi's hand curled into a fist, eyes narrowing before he threatened, "Look, I'm starting to get irritated. If you'll just pass me a drink – anything but water – and let me take my time drinking it, I'll count it out of my pay."

The bartender's eyes widened before he spoke, "How's about this? I give you a drink, and we go out to my car in a few?"

"Um, no." Luigi replied, "First of all, you don't look like you're the size I like. Second, I'm supposed to screw these idiots, not the ones I work with."

"Well then!" The bartender snapped, "I don't think I'll even get you a water now, you gay whore!"

"Thank you." Luigi smiled, although his eyes still showed anger. "I know that I'm a –"

Luigi jumped when someone slammed some bills on the counter, hand on Luigi's shoulder while they demanded a beer from the bartender. Said man behind the counter eyed the newcomer before hurriedly dashing away.

Ready to continue with his job, Luigi turned to look at the man with his flirt mode in full swing. "Well mister, you've got some guts doing –"

Luigi was suddenly shock still, heart beating so hard it began to hurt and adrenaline burning his veins. He swallowed once he made eye contact with this man, wondering what convinced him to come here of all other places he could've gone.

The bartender set a beer down, glaring at the other before storming away. After he did, the beer bottle was snatched up and shoved into Luigi's hands, the arm stick slim and as bony as could be.

"Fancy seeing you here, Luigi," Waluigi growled, pulling Luigi a little bit closer to him. "I'm surprised that you're even in this outfit. When did you start working here?"

"W-W-W-Waluigi?" That was the only thing Luigi could manage.

The other male gave a short laugh before looking away towards another man in the bar, who must've been shooting hungry eyes at Luigi. "What?" he snapped.

"W-why – what are you doing here?" Luigi asked in a squeak.

Waluigi returned his attention to the shorter, "I'm a regular here on Wednesdays."

Luigi's eyes widened, "T-then what are you doing here on a Saturday?"

"I got a call from a friend of mine who comes here that there was this beastly dancer. Came to see who it was, but I didn't expect it to be you, Eyeballs," Waluigi's smile didn't falter as his hand slowly followed the curve of Luigi's back down to the top of his pants, "You're rocking this outfit, by the way."

"D-d-damn it! Don't touch me like that!" Luigi wriggled his way out of Waluigi's grasp, still holding onto the beer that had been purchased for him. "I don't know what's making you talk like this tonight, but I really hope you're not being serious!"

Waluigi squinted back at him, "Surprised that someone knows your secret now?"

Luigi stopped breathing, most likely stopping his heart as well. "S-secret? This isn't a secret! Mario knows!"

"Nuh-uh, your eyes are widening, I can tell you're lying." Waluigi replied calmly, "Besides, if Mario did know about this, I highly doubt that he'd let you keep on."

Luigi's mouth opened and closed, as if he had been trying to figure out something to say back, but could come up with nothing. Finally, he sighed, "Please, don't tell anyone."

Waluigi could be seen smirking as he replied, "Why would I? Seeing you like that, I just might have a newfound liking towards you."

Red painted Luigi's cheeks flawlessly, "O-only because I'm wearing this!"

"And I might not ever see you normally ever again." Waluigi nodded at the beer, "You gonna drink that?"

Luigi looked down at said beverage, "Uh… sure… thanks…" he looked back up, swallowing as he remembered his job, "So, do you want me to dance a little more for you? Maybe go home with you when the bar closes?"

Waluigi's eyes seemed to fog up with lust as he replied, "How soon can you leave?"

**I don't know.**