author's note: i DO NOT own hetalia! If i did, alot of the scenes in here would be on the show. Warning: slight cursing!
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Matthew was currently in a rather seedy part of town, just on the outskirts of the city he lived in. It was a place famous for it's cheap motels and even cheaper women. It wasn't the place you would choose to raise a family or start an honest business, but it was just decent enough to slip under police radar. The entire area was a hot spot for broke men, petty criminals, and drifters just going where their feet were leading them. The small canadian was rushing into one of the better buildings, completely out of breath from running all the way there. He rushed in quickly and wasn't surprised to see his second boss already waiting for him. "Mattey! Where the hell where you!? You know i don't like waiting," he huffed. "I-i'm sorry Gilbert. I over slept today. again." Matthew sighed tiredly. Gilbert couldn't help but notice the soft circles slowly developing under his worker's eyes. He narrowed his red eyes, "Your new boss is really riding your ass. Do i need to 'take care' of him for you?" Matthew gasped, "NO! Gilbert, don't say things like that! Mr. Braginsky is just very... firm in the way he wants things done." "Bitchy is more like it," Gilbert snickered. Matthew shook his head, " I am fine Gil, i promise." The taller albino man pet Matthew's head affectionately, "Alright birdie, whatever you say. now go get your ass ready and cover the floor." Matthew sighed in relief, "Yes sir." He rushed off towards the changing rooms before the subject of his new boss was picked up again.
Matthew sighed in boredom as he sat at the bar. Tonight, well this week actually, had been a bit slow. There wasn't alot of men or large groups of women like there usually was. This led to the measly tips he was counting at the moment. And the people who were there were currently in the club were being hypnotized by Felkis dancing on the pole to an overplayed rock song. The smart dancers were hovering around the bar too, patiently waiting for Felkis to finish his show. The others were pestering the customers for a drink or a dance with little success. Matthew put his money away and waited for the lithe man on stage. "Hey canada," came a gruff voice. Mattie turned to see Romano, one of the club's bouncers, standing behind him. He was, as usual, trying to avoid looking at Matthew and getting more irritated the longer he stood there. Well, Matthew couldn't blame him. The club dress code for the dancers was usually just washed out jeans,but tonight was lingerie night. And looking at your brother's friend you have known since you were a young teen walking around in a g-string with fishnets was a bit uncomfortable. Matthew wasn't exactly happy about it either, but he didn't let it get to him. Just as long as Romano promised not to tell Felincio. Romano cleared his throat impatiently, pulling Matthew from his thoughts. "Oh! sorry Romano. what do you need?" Matthew blushed sheepishly. Romano rolled his eyes at Matthew's lack of focus, "You have been requested for a private dance." He huffed. "R-really?" Matthew stuttered in surprise. Felkis was the one who was usually requested, being the most popular stripper. "Yes, now hurry up. I don't have all day." the shorter man ordered. Matthew stood, careful of his heels, and followed the bouncer.
The two made their way into a long hallway lined with doors. Techno music spilled from the rooms and other bouncers were conversing with each other, complaining about the horribly generic songs with overused beats no doubt. Romano stopped at an unused room and gestured to it. "i will be right out here. Call me if the white-hair gross bastard tries anything funny," Romano said. "Thanks Romano," Matthew grinned. "Just hurry up canada!" The short man just about yelled, flustered. Matthew entered the room and shut the door. He was steeling his nerves, trying to prepare himself for dancing on some old pervert's lap. Well, that was going by what Romano had told him. He approached the pole in the middle of the small room, a sweet smile on his face. "hello there, my name is canada." he introduced himself sweetly. The man on the over stuffed couch across from him was not what he was expecting. He was much younger than Matthew first suspected. His hair, which was probably a light blond, seemed to be bleached white by the bright neon lights in the room. Part of his hair was slicked back while the rest fell messily into his face. He wore a pair of black slacks and a tight white shirt that highlighted the strong muscles on his arms and chest. Yep, he definitely was not an old man. Matthew started to slowly circle the pole, encouraged by his attraction towards the good looking stranger. He wished he could see his eyes, which were obscured by thick sunglasses, but just went along with it. The young blond was a bit worried about the fact the man hadn't said anything, and seemed frozen. Matthew shrugged it off, thinking that the man was just nervous. Alot of first timers tended to be stiff. A familiar voice stopped Mattie in his tracks though. "M-Matvey?" the man gasped, a russian accent obvious in his voice. Matthew froze, shock piercing through him. "Mr. Braginsky!?"
The stranger removed his sunglasses, reveling violet eyes with a hint of red flowing through them. Matthew felt his heart sink as he saw it was indeed his new boss. Then he realized his situation. He was standing in front of Ivan, in his sexy underwear, and still gripping the thin metal pole he was just seconds away from jumping on and grinding furiously. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and his legs just about gave out from shock. "I-uh... errr..." Matthew stuttered uselessly. Ivan seemed to get past his surprise quickly and took control of their position. He smiled slyly at Matthew as he leaned back on the couch, looking unfazed by the situation. "Well, i am paying good money for some entertainment tonight. so please, continue canada," Ivan grinned. "But you...ah... I mean I w-work for you sir!" Matthew managed to get out. Ivan frowned, "I like to keep my identity secure while indulging in this little... pleasure of mine. My family, and the public, would not be happy to find me in a strip club." Matthew nodded, "of course Mr...uh, Russia!" He quickly caught himself. He hoped Ivan didn't take offense to the nickname. But the large man just chuckled, "go on with the show," he encouraged. Matthew hesitated, feeling very uncomfortable at the thought of dancing for his boss. "You are a stripper. Do your job, da." Ivan said, a bit of impatience leaking into his voice. When he saw Matthew's unsure face, he reached into his pocket and took out a large stack of 20's. Matthew stared at the money, it was a very slow week and he did have bills to pay. Matthew plastered a wide smile on his face, "Please Mr. Russia, enjoy yourself!"
Matthew stomped on a button built into the floor and smoke started surrounding him. Matthew started with a slow dance around the pole, keeping time with the pulsating techno blaring through the speakers. Ivan watched his every move with a satisfied grin. Matthew couldn't help but to shiver slightly from the creepy aura his boss was sending out. When he felt his arms and legs were steady enough to hold him up, he gracefully climbed the pole. He danced impressively and professionally despite the fact he was extremely uncomfortable. He pulled out his best moves he reserved for his richer clients, making sure to do them flawlessly. His stomach still churned in discomfort, and the feeling doubled from the intrusive stared of Ivan. When Ivan showed that he was impressed with his moves though, Matthew did feel a sliver of pride in himself. He continued well into the next song, finally relaxing a little. That is until he heard his stage name being called. He saw Ivan patting his lap, obviously telling him to come over. Matthew tensed up again, he was fine with pole dancing because he was a distance away. But lap dancing was very close and... hands on. Matthew sighed and landed smoothly on his feet. He started walking to Ivan, trying to keep his breathing even. Instead of getting right on him, Matthew started with a small erotic dance just out of Ivan's reach. This teasing move always drove his clients crazy and brought in the money. Yet whether he started with the teasing or if Matthew would have just dove right in, it just felt wrong preforming like this for Ivan. Matthew had done many things over the years that lived up to the stereotypes of his secret job. All that never really mattered to him though. But right now, when he had slowly danced over to Ivan and was practically on his lap as he gyrated, Matthew had never felt like such a whore. He wasn't sure how much worse it could get as he turned and just about thrust his ass in Ivan's face. Then he felt large, strong hands grab greedily onto his rear end. He resisted the urge to pull away as he continued to dance. Ivan's hands roamed his body, trying to memorize every delicate curve and soft detail. He squeezed, groped, and massaged as much as he could. He breezed past a certain spot a couple of times that sent small shivers of pleasure through Matthew before he pushed it down with disgust. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ivan held up his hand to stop Matthew.
Matthew stood and let his boss up. Ivan simply gave him a very large wad of money and started walking away. Matthew was surprised his boss didn't didn't give him any mischievous grins or teasing comments. He just used him for a single night of entertainment then gave him the cold shoulder. Matthew thought he at least deserved acknowledgment after all the groping. Honestly, Ivan made it severely awkward for him tomorrow. He could have asked for another dancer,but he made Matthew do it like some sadistic prick. Matthew felt annoyance flair up, and made a risky move."Excuse the accusation 'Mr. Russia', but I had no idea someone like you would be gay," Matthew said, a hint of amusement in his tone. Ivan stopped a few feet in front of the door. The larger man lead the earlier conversation to the fact that him being in a strip club would upset people. He blatantly ignored the fact that he was in a male strip club, and he obviously didn't want Matthew digging into that fact. And Matthew did anyway. He had said the words that were now hanging above them, causing noticeable tension from Ivan. Matthew was taking a huge risk stating the fact so bluntly, but he knew that as a powerful man Ivan would try his damnest to hide it. He was betting his job (and possibly his life) on his secrecy. "And i had no idea you have such a nice body. When i saw you in those thick suits, i had always thought you were a bit... thick." Now Matthew was just being mean. But all the crap his boss had put him through for the past week was really pissing him off. Ivan chuckled and turned to Matthew. His face was open and sweet, yet he had a poisonous glint in his eyes. Matthew felt his confidence waver. "Yes my little canada, i am gay. And i am sure you would understand why i would want to keep that a secret. I am still willing to let you keep your job after what you just said, so be grateful for that. You may know something about me, but i know something about you too. My background checks on all my employees are... very extensive," Ivan grinned. Now Matthew was just about shaking in fear. Ivan got closer, a wide smile slowly growing on his face. "And if you were curious to see what was underneath my clothes," he suddenly grabbed the smaller blond, forcing him against himself. He kept a tight grip on his lower back while he forced Matthew to look in his eyes. Matthew was frozen, intimidated by the large man. Ivan smirked, "All you have to do is ask", he finished. He let go and turned away. "You can quit if you feel it would be awkward. But remember, there are other ways to keep people quiet, da?" There was an obvious threat laced into that statement. Ivan left the room, leaving Matthew still paralyzed and wondering what the hell he just got himself into.