Hey! I started a new story! XD And I plan on being pretty regular with this one, as I've actually planned out the entire plot this time rather than just making it up as I go. So, hopefully you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot, not the characters and I'm not making money off of this. The song is called Express and it's preformed by Christina Aguilera. Me no own! ^-^
-Ray (:
I glared at Rod, pissed at him for dragging me to this fucking strip club. Mind you, it wasn't technically a strip club, it was a Burlesque club, but what's the fucking difference? Rod was my friend Takada's boyfriend. He also worked at my father's company. We weren't too close, but Takada insisted we hang out while she had a girl's night. No one in my group of friends had an issue with my homosexuality, but I think Rod still wished I was straight. Hence the club. Don't get me wrong, the girls were pretty, some of the performances were funny, and they could dance, but god damn it, I had work to do! The last dance of the night was finally starting, and I nearly cried out of relief. Rod leaned over and nudged my arm with his elbow, smirking.
"You'll like this one." He said smugly. I raised my eyebrows. I really doubt that. The curtain raised and the dance started with about five girls sitting on chairs, wearing skimpy clothing, and getting in revealing positions. The music started, and a nice-looking girl with long blonde hair started lip syncing.
It's a cold and crazy world that's raging outside
Well baby me and all my girls are bringing on the fire
Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest
It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's Burlesque
She leaned back in her chair, and I sighed, hoping it was a short song. They gradually changed position, standing up and swaying their hips, snapping their fingers. Another person joined them on stage, stepping in time with the snaps, also swaying their hips. But this time, I had to fight to keep my mouth from falling open.
He was the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. He had red hair and a long, lean torso, a cocky smile meeting his lips, a lilt to his hips as he walked. His body was clad in tight black jeans and a loose white button-up shirt that fell over one shoulder. He stared right at me as he started lip syncing.
E-X-P-R-E-S-S.
He smiled at me, making my breath catch. God, he was gorgeous. He made a heart with his hands, then bent over suggestively, fanning himself and licking his lips.
Love, sex
He looked over at the girls on stage with him, smiling.
Ladies no regrets
He repeated the same motions as before, but ran his hands over his body rather than bend over, making me want to do the same thing to him.
E-X-P-R-E-S-S.
Love, sex
Ladies no regrets
He stopped lip syncing, letting the girls take the last line as his started up straight afterwards. He walked into the audience, first to his right, looking around the audience.
Been holding back for quite some time
He grabbed a man's tie and pulled his face close, mouthing the lyrics way up close to him.
And finally the moment's right
He strutted to the left of the stage, twisting his body seductively, holding on to the stage and grinding against it, sinking down to the floor.
I love to make the people stare
They know I got that certain savoir faire
He walked directly up to me and ran his hands along his body again, hands resting at his hips.
Fasten up, could you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to
touch?
He gave his ass a smack, then walked back on to the stage, joining the girls once more.
Step into the fantasy, you'll never want to leave, baby let's give it to you
WHY?
He winked at me, falling into a synchronized dance with the girls. He smiled while he danced, throwing his own personality into the dance every now and then.
It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion,
The group struck different poses, the red-head bending over with his hands crossed in front of him.
Burlesque
A second synchronized dance began, the boy getting closer to the edge of the stage.
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do,
Burlesque
The girls stepped forward, leaving him behind.
All ladies come put your grown up.
The redhead pushed through, some buttons of his shirt undone, his hands over his head and hips swaying.
Boys throw it up if you want it.
I found myself grinning, quite entertained and enthralled with this dancer. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it into the audience and smirking when the crowd went crazy, giving me an excellent view of his lithe torso. There was a tattoo under his collarbone, the black ink startling in contrast to his pale skin. He touched himself again, running his hands through his hair. Holy shit, I wanted him. I didn't care how. I just wanted him.
Can you feel me, can you feel it?
It's Burlesque.
There was a small dance break, and the red-head disappeared behind the girls again. When they parted, I almost died. He was on a god damn pole.
He twirled around on the pole, dipping down, the ground against it as he stood back up, his back arching, head tossed back.
I tease 'em 'til they're on the edge.
They screaming 'More' for more and 'More!' They beg.
He got down on the floor and crawled towards me, making me shiver at his hot, predatory gaze.
I know it's me they come to see.
He stopped at the edge of the stage and got on his knees, running his hands up his torso to his head, where his fingers tangled in his hair.
My pleasure brings them to their knees
He spread his legs, then closed them quickly, standing up and backing up a bit.
Fasten up, could you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch?
He stroked his neck, tousling his hair again, his mouth falling open in a silent moan, his eyes practically begging me to fuck him... Or be fucked by him... I didn't even care which one. The girls joined him again, crowding him.
Step into the fantasy, you'll never want to leave, baby let's give it to you
They struck a pose, him bending down with a hand to his mouth in shock, and all the girls except for the blonde from the beginning leaning over him, propping their head up on their hands. The blonde stood with her hands on her cheeks, looking surprised.
WHY?
The dance started up again, and the ginger smiled as he danced.
It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion,
Burlesque
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do,
Burlesque
All ladies come put your grown up, boys throw it up if you want it!
He grinned sexily and dropped down, sticking his ass out as he stood up. He made a 'come hither' motion with his finger and then ran it down his chest, stopping at the button of his jeans.
Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque.
The girls joined the redhead, and there was a very sexy dance break, the delicious man looking at me the whole time.
It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion,
Burlesque
It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do,
Burlesque
The girls scattered to the edges of the stage.
All ladies come put your grown up!
The shirtless male approached me, stepping off stage, directing his lip syncing to me.
Boys throw it up if you want it.
He stepped even closer, leaning over me, his hands resting on my thighs. The tattoo was a wasp done in a sharp, tribal style. His lips brushed my ear, his low voice barely audible over the music.
Can you feel me? Can you feel it?
He moaned as he pulled away, raking his fingers down my legs and smiling in a way that made me shiver. He worked his way back on stage, smiling at the girls as they danced around, the song coming to an end.
It's Burlesque
He switched between the girls, dancing with each of them.
Burlesque
He caught my eye and bit his lip, his hand playing with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Burlesque
Damn, his hips... That ass... Hell, just all of him. He was so fucking sexy...
Burlesque
He stood in the middle of the stage, hands on his hips, with all the girls surrounding him in sexy poses. He winked at me one more time before the curtains closed.
Hot damn.