HA HAHA HAAAAAAA What are timelines even? Sorry for this one being late, I was at work late…
Also as a note: to all of those readers that thought I would be doing Rarepair Week, I am not. I found out today that if I want to test out of a college class in time to graduate this December, then I need to take the test in 2 days…I am not prepared…I am studying my ass off…AND DYING
THIS IS WHY I WROTE SO MANY OF THESE IN ADVANCE DAMMIT!
Open drabbles still available for requests are: Pumpkin, Sweater, Pie, and Cider! SO REQUEST ME OR BE AT THE MERCY OF MY CRAZY BRAIN!
WARNINGS: Strippers. That's the warning. And Sexiness, but no sex :D
ENJOY
Tap tap tap tap.
Voices cheered and hands clapped as the tap-tapping continued, three sets of distinctive sounds echoing in the small out of the way club.
Click-tap click-tap click-tap.
Ta-tap ta-tap ta-tap.
Ting-tap ting-tap ting-tap.
With each second the sounds got louder and louder, the crowd slowly getting rowdier and rowdier when just as suddenly, all sound stopped.
There on the small, almost decrepit stage, stood a scantily clad man. Pale lean body stretched, displaying pink scars with the way his bare torso was stretched backwards with his arms behind his head.
The man was bright blond, hair falling in front of his left eye, the only piece of clothing on his body was a pair of skin tight leather booty shorts, with a single silver zipper down the front. His feet, however, were adorned in knee high black leather heeled boots, the heel in particular a shiny silver and pointed to look as dangerous as possible.
Tall boots just accentuated his shapely calves and a wicked smirk spread across his lovely face as the crowd slowly screamed themselves hoarse.
Footsteps started up again as the blond man stayed in his stretched position.
Another man appeared on stage, his skin olive and glisteningly soft looking in the fierce bright lights, his dark eyes sultry as he stretched one leg out, bending over it to hide the bright orange booty shorts that he was wearing.
All the regulars knew that his strip of clothing was adorned in many pairs of zippers, all looking like a single move would make the short as hell shorts just slight right off the most amazing legs they have ever seen.
But the movement always brought their eyes from the incredibly toned chest to the striking boots that were displayed on his feet.
His boots were also black in color, but extended from shapely ankles to above the knee, skin teasingly shown off between the laces that ran back and forth from the sides of the boots all the way up to the top. The heels weren't as pointed as the other man's but just as dangerous looking, despite being the same color as the rest of the felt footwear.
More sounds started and the cracking of voices could be heard as the final man made his appearance on stage.
Blond, just like the first man, but not as pale nor nearly as tan as the two that now framed him, his blue eyes half lidded and caused many to scream louder if their voices weren't already broken.
Just like his two stage companions, this new man was wearing booty shorts. His were bright purple, however, and a solid piece of shiny fabric, no zippers in sight.
He stopped between the two sexy men already on the stage, and bent slightly, arms going behind his head much like the other blond, but instead of sticking his leg out like his other companion had, he stuck it out to the side, inviting all to gaze upon his boots.
They were so unlike the other two, mostly skin showing as bright blue sparkly leather crisscrossed over expanses of glorious muscle, allowing the crowd to peak at the view but not see the whole leg. His boots extended all the way up to creamy mid-thigh, more strips of leather than actual shoes.
This pointed heal was unlike the other two, completely see through and made of something that shimmered lightly under the lights.
Regulars from all over the club, at the bar, on the "dance" floor, at the tables, cheered loudly as suddenly all three men rose slowly from their chosen poses.
All three were resting now, fully standing with their shoulders relaxed and hands by their sides as blue, blue, and black gazing over the crowd of mixed genders with similar looks of boredom.
The stage was their playground, and these people were simply onlookers, if they derived enjoyment from their dance that was just fine.
Just as suddenly as they moved, the scarred blond and the only not-blond on stage moved toward the man in the middle, walking evenly and enunciating the movement of their boots.
A man in the back fainted.
Both placed a hand on the middle man's shoulders, leaning over slowly as they balanced on him and thrust their shapely behinds out in the air. They laid their heads on either shoulder and smirked lazily at the crowd. The blond in the middle stayed the same, bored as ever, but placed an arm around each of their waists, the grip both possessive and teasing.
The atmosphere was shattered apart as a crackling voice broke through the old speaker mounted to the ceiling.
"May I present tonight's featured entertainment. Phoenix, Fire, and the Gentleman dancing for you to the music of the one and only queen, Beyoncé."
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