The following contains nazi!stripperGil and Antonio in leather pants- I am not responsible for any nosebleeds that occur
Chapter 2
The bright stage lights would make most people squint but the seasoned performers simply ignored them, looking out into the crowd. They danced up the stage, closer to the audience, Gilbert's fingers slid up his chest to the buttons on the tux jacket, he smirked, swaying and dancing as he slowly worked off the jacket. The five men moved in unison, the jackets being shed at the same time, and then flying to the back as they kept the dancing up.
Gilbert slid to the back, as Alfred replaced him in the front, the males moves became more suggestive as the vests flew off.
Gilbert slid to the right, as now Feliks took center stage.
Gilbert followed the chorography, running his hands slowly up his chest teasingly playing with the white button up shirts buttons, but not opening them, his hands sliding back down his body.
The song jumped to the next in the mix, and with a violent motion, the white shirts were torn off, yells from the crowds causing a smile to tug at Gil's lips.
His tattoo, a Prussian eagle, was now in view, it was on his right hip, and to see it fully, no clothing on his bottom half was needed. With the pants still on, just the head and tops of the black eagles wings were seen.
Now he danced over to replace Antonio's spot, as he stood in Mathias's and Mathias slid up to center stage, walking down the runway, dancing close to the front row tables, a wide smirk on his lips and a wild light in his blue eyes. The Dane danced slowly and teasingly running his hands over his sculpted chest and abs, then dipping down, to where he was almost laying on the stage, to where he did a very slow motion worm like movement, dropping from his arms, a ripple going through him before he popped back up and danced to the back, Antonio taking his spot in front, the stage littered in singles.
Antonio got the big move of the group dance.
His tanned skin and green eyes drove the ladies crazy, and as he slowly danced, moving like he was grinding more money was thrown onto stage.
Antonio teased, running his hands down his body to the top of the pants, but then moving away and dancing slowly again, tensing at some points to amplify his muscled torso.
Then the men spun, tearing off the pants, and hearing the crowd scream. From the corner Francis smiled, seeing the night was going very well.
Antonio danced to where Mathias last stood, close to the front row tables.
The other four moved up the stage shaking and moving dancing more wildly and even more suggestively, the crowd screamed.
Then the five men retreated backwards, and then slid into the back room.
Gilbert smirked knowing his and Feliks routine would bring down the house as it always did.
But first, he got into his solo act costume, a military uniform, more specifically a WWII German one.
"Whoa we got a Nazi stripper!" Alfred yelled drawing is fake gun from his cowboy costume and shooting
The guys chuckled and laughed. Feliks dashed out back onto stage as his solo act was first.
Francis was on stage again "Ladies now wasn't that a teaser act? Ready for a little more?" He asked flipping is blonde hair and flashing a smile
A few moans at the Frenchmen's movements caused a dashing smile to cross his face. He laughed "Well here he is! The blonde haired and green eyed Polak, the wild and crazy White Eagle!"
Feliks burst onto the stage, the music changed from a club mix to 'I went to Poland' and Feliks danced fast, owning the stage, dressed as a mechanic, for now.
Back stage Gil fixed his hair, as it got messed up from dancing. He wiped the sweat from his face and looked over his costume. Francis sure had some weird ideas.
Antonio walked over, dressed as a matador, a hat sat on his head, a long sleeved shirt/vest that was open showing his chest, and tight leather pants.
Gilbert laughed "Francis has some damn weird ideas huh? Next time he has us practicing without costumes we know to ask why."
"I hope you can get that leather off Antonio, or else the ladies will tear you apart!" Mathias said laughing at seeing Antonio
"I hope I can too, man Francis didn't think that one through" Antonio said smiling still
Gilbert looked up to his Danish friend. He was dressed as a Danish cop. Hand cuffs in his belt.
"Well Francis was very original with you." Alfred remarked walking up, a black cowboy hat on his head, a red bandanna on his neck, folded like a robbers. A brown leather vest on his torso, but opened. He had on chaps and boots, a gun belt and fake gun also on his costume.
"You aren't one to speak, Mr. American Outlaw" Gilbert said laughing
"Antonio let's go!" Francis said into his microphone that was hooked up to an intercom in the back room.
"And now, I give you, the sexy Spaniard, the heated smoldering drop dead sexy Matador!"
Antonio dashed out to the stage, as Feliks, no longer a dressed mechanic, left. Feliks grabbed a towel from a chair by the exit and wrapped it around his waist.
The crowd roared seeing the Spaniard dressed as he was. Eduard got on the song 'Bulls on Parade' for the act.
Antonio smirked and turned around, dancing slow, his tight leather pants clearly hugging his ass and obviously driving the crowd crazy.
Feliks looked at the costume for his next act, the closing act with Gilbert.
He just laughed at seeing it and took his and dressed, but keeping back and not joining the others.
"Gilbert is like totally going to die when he sees this" Feliks chuckled
Gilbert knew his act was next, he looked himself over. He had on a cap, button up shirt, tie, under a jacket. Black leather gloves. Pants and then boots, a belt around his long shirt, and a crop for an added accessory.
Francis sure had a hell of a perverted mind.
The song ended, and a very flustered Antonio dashed back into the room, a towel around his waist.
The song changed to 'Das Alles ist Deutschland' and Gilbert stalked onto the stage. Francis had Eduard work the lighting, the lights were red, and the stage was darker than usual.
Gilbert stepped out towards to front of the stage, but not on the run way.
He danced, running his hands over his clothed chest, he leaned his head back, letting his pale neck be bathed with the red light, his hat fell from his head and onto the stage.
Gilbert kept a cold face, playing his role. But he was smiling on the inside, his body moving to the choreography he had practiced, his blood pulsing, like small lightening zaps, his red eyes flashed.
He slid down the runway, taking the crop from his belt. His flashing eyes scanning the room as he moved on stage, moving suggestively, grinding his hips, taking in all the audiences gasps and moans and facial expressions.
In the back he locked eyes with a startling pair of green eyes, but the person looked away, he smirked.
He took the crop, putting it by his mouth and licking the shaft of it slowly, as he kept popping and moving his hips and running his hands on himself.
He shoved the crop back into his belt, and leaned over the stage, then falling back, wildly tearing off the jacket. He eagerly ripped off the tie and black shirt, smirking, and moving his hips, then rippling up, his abs then chest then head, the muscles popped and he moved.
The belt had slid down to his hips now, the crop still in it.
He ran his gloved hand down his pale chest then to the side, with his left hand he slid his towards his area, smirking, and then with his other hand drawing the crop out, putting in his mouth. He then ran his right hand down his neck and chest while his left he moved up, jerking the belt off, and tearing the pants even a bit, so his Prussian eagle covering showed. He mentally laughed at Francis's choice of clothing. He really played up the nationality of each of his strippers.
The red light dancing on his pale skin, and his tattoo, which he knew more than a few ladies had their eyes one. But more were probably on the cloth under his pants.
He leaned over the stage, ladies shoving singles into his pants, their fingers grazing his skin. He took the crop from his mouth, and with the end of it, put in under one of the girls chins, raising her head up to meet his eyes.
She shrieked and threw a larger bill.
He straightened up, tossing the whip, and with his mouth removing his gloves, while he made sure to pop his hips and make humping motions to the air.
More bills littered the stage and Gil went for his big move. His hands slid down his body, slowly of course, to tease.
He went to the sides of his hips, moving about in a circle, and then from the side, tearing off the pants, moving his hands forward, then throwing the pants over his head.
Shrieks and yells echoed from the crowd, and Gilbert soaked it in, he did like his job a great deal.
The only thing he had on now was the Prussian eagle underwear which had no back.
The song was ending, Gilbert slid down onto the stage, close to the front tables, they swarmed on him, shoving money into his only clothing, and he moved wildly and quickly, making humping movements on the stage, the red light dancing off the stage and his skin.
His song was over, and he from his position, slid up, head then chest meeting air, then rest of him and he flipped backwards, then ran off stage to be replaced by Mathias.
Francis was yelling "And now the Great Dane!"
Eduard switched the song to 'Who let the dogs out' and Mathias worked that cop costume and song to their fullest.
Gilbert ran into the back room panting. He looked for the closing act costume and his mouth fell open when he did.
Feliks walked up behind him "Yeah we like totally are sexy waiters."
Gilbert and Feliks had done the closing act together for a long time, they would dance, intimately and close and strip each other.
Gilbert didn't like it at first but Francis insisted to two Eagles did an act together.
And the crowd always loved it.
And if the crowd liked it he could deal with it.
But the usual costumes for these dances were minimal, hat, vests or suspenders, and pants and shoes.
But these had a lot more clothing t them. And Gilbert blushed remembering how this act went.
"Gil like totally relax, it's just another act." Feliks said assuring his friend
Gilbert nodded, Feliks was right. It was just another one of their acts. He dressed in the waiter costume quickly.
He looked at Feliks, who wore a black vest and white shirt along with a bowtie. Then pants with a belt and shoes. He had the same, except his shirt was black.
"And now ladies hold on for a little longer, we got the American Outlaw! The cunning and cold lawman, the Hero!" Francis yelled out to the wild crowd. Eduard switched the song to 'Hero'
Alfred ran out as Mathias dashed in, a towel on his as well
"Man Gil you're the only one who didn't get all the way down" Mathias said
Gilbert smiled "Yeah well the song was running out. And sometimes not going all the way is good, makes them want to come back again, see if they get lucky and see more." Gilbert explained
Gilbert raked a hand through his hair fixing it, he went over in his head the dance he had.
Feliks grabbed his arm "Come on time to like totally blow them away!"
Feliks and Gilbert walked onto the stage, as a naked Alfred ran off.
"Now ladies get your purses open! This is the final act of the night, and its one you'll be sure to remember! I present to you the Black and White Eagles!" Francis roared and Feliks and Gilbert stood, ready once their song started.
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