This is Danny Smith and he will be the 'Face Claim' for the owner of the club. (Danny is 40+)

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Tim.

Hot pain spread from my nose to the rest of my face and tears threatened to spill from my eyes when someone literally opened the door in my face. I threw my hands in the air to get whoever/whatever that was away from me before I clutched the part of my face that currently hurt the most, tilted my head back and thankfully I couldn't feel any kind of fluid on my skin.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would stand this close to the door. I'm so sorry!" A rather familiar voice cried out in desperation and when I looked down I was greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. Adam, sadly fully clothed, still had one hand on the doorknob and the other one was hovering just an inch over my shoulder, ready to hold me whenever I needed it.

"It's okay. It's okay," I breathed out after the pain started to subside, but I could still feel how warm and irritated my skin was and knew my nose would be decorated by a pretty bruise for the next few days.

"Adam, honey, what is going on?" A disembodied voice asked from behind Adam and when he turned around I could see a short man with huge glasses and fair hair. Calmly he sat there and waited for an answer from Adam, who I could see was still too frantic to form a coherent sentence.

"Nothing too bad happened, my nose dampened the hit from the door," I answer to the man with a slight chuckle and then turned to Adam, whose shoulders gradually sunk lower and lower as he altered between staring at his own feet and my face. When his eyes returned to mine I continued speaking in a calm and soothing voice with a small smile on my lips. "Would you maybe bring me some ice again? Please."

Adam looked at me with wide eyes, before he nodded and ran off. For maybe half a second I looked after his slender form and yeah, that ass looked as good in pants as it looked without them. But before I could let my mind wander to a beautiful place where I was allowed to undress and touch this man whenever I wanted to, I turned back to the man behind the desk and knocked on the already open door before I walked in his office.

I stopped in front of his desk and offered him my hand, but his muscles didn't even twitch and he stared up at me with a blank expression.

"I came because of last night," I started without any introduction and sat down. The man in front of me, the owner of this whole thing, didn't look old enough to even visit a strip club, but when he laughed or frowned I was sure deep lines would show and reveal his true age. "We talked on the phone, remember?"

"If by 'last night' you mean today around 5 am and you were babbling, then yes, we talked," he replied and leaned forward on the table, supporting his weight on his elbows. "You demanded a job as a bartender and I hired you."

Club owners went to bed at a completely different time, I realized and drunk me had probably woken the man up from his first hour of sleep. I gulped down a lump that had formed in my throat and smiled. Maybe he hadn't realized just how drunk I was when we talked.

"And, do I still have the job?" I surprised myself with that question, but didn't let it show on my face. Maybe it was the rest alcohol or maybe it was just my dick speaking, but I actually wanted to get to know Adam better.

"Do you know how to open a bottle and fill a glass?"

"Is my voice deeper than most bubble gum pop songs?"

"Do you sing?" The boss asked with a lifted eyebrow and a barely noticeable smile that already made him look older.

"I do, yes."

"Then you're hired. You will do some songs on the stage, but don't worry my boys will dance and you will be fully clothed. You will help out as a bartender every now and then and you will have to help my boys behind the scenes, alright? Just make sure everybody is ready and where they're supposed to be before you go on stage yourself," he explained and his smile widened while he leaned back against his chair, by then he actually looked older than me. For a moment, the boss stared at me and nothing happened, but then it dawned on me that he was expecting an answer.

I stood up again, nodded and offered him my hand again and this time he actually took it, but stayed seated.

"Sammy," he introduced himself before he gave me an empty name tag and a pen, which he magically had let appear from somewhere under his desk.

"Timmy, I mean Tim," I said while I scribbled my first name on the name tag and stuck it to my chest.

"Go check in with Quentin and get friendly with the boys," he advised me, but I didn't really listen, after all there was only one man I currently wanted to get 'friendly' with.

When all was said and done, I walked back downstairs and searched for Adam since both Quentin and Chris had seemed to have disappeared. I didn't really need the ice Adam wanted to bring me anymore, but I had gotten curious. The last time he brought me ice he was back in a minute, but this time, he seemed to have forgotten me. A long sigh left my mouth at the idea of Adam forgetting me, but who was I kidding, I was just a guy he had met and everything between us had been based on money and my own imagination.

The main room was completely empty, nobody was behind the counter of the bar, the kitchen behind the bar was empty as well and I wasn't really sure where the door to behind the stage was. Aimlessly I wandered around the club, maybe someone would hear me and come to my rescue, but the first door I opened was just one of the private rooms and although it was a lot bigger than the other room I couldn't see anybody in it.

"Holy Moly!" Someone moaned from behind the corner of the room and I closed the door again without thinking too much about it, turned around and decided I was in the wrong part of the club.

As it later turned out, climbing up the stage and using the door the stripper used to enter, should have been my first idea, but that was too easy and I only went there after another half an hour of headlessly running around the club.

The first room behind the stage was full of mirrors and the absolute minimum of what the dancers wore during their shifts lay already on the chairs in neatly folded piles.

Adam was examining his newest outfit for the night and when he finally realized I was in the room his eyes widened and he looked around, but we were alone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I forgot about the ice after Chris made me sit down to calm down. I'm sorry," he rambled out and his arms were talking with him. He ran to me, wanted to get past me, but I stopped him.

"Hey there, I'm good, I don't need ice anymore," I said with an amused expression on my face and my hand just inches away from his chest. Although by then I worked here, I was still slightly terrified of Q and had no desire to find out whether or not he would beat me to a pulp for touching my romantic interest. "But I do actually need your help."

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