Music - Let's Get It On by THE Marvin Gaye

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Tony

I pulled my drawer and carried it out of my room to pick an outfit. I normally would just pick any random shirt I could grab and leave for my nightly affairs. However, I'd be meeting Jack tonight at ROY G'BIV. It was the gay strip club he told me about where he was working at last Saturday. Since it was a strip club, and technically, I'd be attending an interview, I figured, theme-wise, I should make an effort and dress to impress. A provocative outfit would be appropriate.

After scanning through my clothes, I ended up wearing a crimson tank top that I bought from Walmart just a month ago, and a pair of blue denim jeans. I walked near the mirror that was hanging beside the front door and started fixing my hair. It had been two months since the last time I got a haircut. It needed a trim soon.

As soon as I slid into my kicks, I grabbed my leather jacket and prepared myself to leave, but before I even reached the door, someone began to knock on it. I was sure it wasn't Joanne as she had a duplicate of the keys to our apartment. "Hey, anyone home?" I immediately recognized to voice to be Todd's.

I went to get the door and saw Todd with a blonde girl who was a little shorter than me. "Hey, Todd. What are you doing he-"

"I'm sorry cutie, but can I use your bathroom first? I seriously need to pee." The girl cut me off and before I could even respond, she already welcomed herself in as she searched for the bathroom. I left the door of the bathroom open so she eventually found it after a few seconds of searching.

I turned around and Todd was still by the door. "Come in." I signaled for him to go in and asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Todd was wearing - what I assumed to be - his school uniform, his hair was slicked back and he was carrying a navy blue backpack. He just got out of school. "I came to return your clothes." He said as he shifted his backpack to his front and zipped it open to pull a plastic bag that had my clothes in it. "They're fresh as clean."

I took the plastic bag and placed it on the center table. "Thank you." I smiled at him and as my gaze rested a little longer on his face, I noticed there was dirt on the side of his neck. Though it was very apparent, the light in the apartment wasn't the best so I couldn't really see it properly. "Todd, you have some dirt on your neck," I informed him and touched the right side of his neck.

I shook my head and decided to take his hand and guide it to the left side of his neck, exactly on the dirt. He tried to rub it off but it wouldn't come off. When I took a closer look, I scoffed as I realized it wasn't dirt. "Oh..."

It was a love bite.

It didn't take him a while to realize that I was talking about his hickey when he started chuckling awkwardly and forcefully. "Oh this, uh, funny story really...it's an ant bite. I scratched it way too hard this morning so it looked like that."

I smirked as I shook my head, "it sure does look like it was bitten." I said with a grin. Whoever put that hickey on that part of his neck knew people would see it. Todd pulled the collar of his white button shirt that was under his black vest and maroon coat, trying to hide the hickey. I had never seen any student from a school nearby who had the same uniform as his, "Jo told me you go to a private school. I haven't seen that uniform from any of the private schools around here."

"Ah, I go to Dixons High. It's a bit far from here." He said and I immediately knew where it was. Mom went there in high school. I didn't know much about my grandparents since I never met them, but my mom told me her dad was a businessman. It made perfect sense that she went to an expensive school.

I heard the toilet flushed as the blonde girl Todd was with returned to Todd's side. I guess I already knew who put that love bite on him. "Tony, this is my friend, Hollie. Hollie, this is Tony, Joanne's brother."

Or I guess not.

"Wow, I must say, gorgeous genes run in your family." She said as we shook hands, making me chuckle. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." I smiled. I turned to Todd and told him, "my mom actually went to Dixons High from...um... 1973 to 1977."

"Oh really? My parents are alumni there as well. They're batch '73. Maybe they know your mom?" Todd said and it could be possible as my mom was naturally a very friendly person. He asked,"What's her name?"

"Natalia Summer..." I said but I realized Summer was her married name. "Well, her maiden name's Natalia Rodrigo."

"Oh, I didn't know you have some Hispanic blood running in you." He said.

I nodded and told him, "Yeah, mom's Colombian."

"I'll ask my mom." He said. "Anyway, is Joanne home?"

I shook my head and told them she wasn't home yet. I continued, "She's still at Silk N' Threads, but she'll be home any minute now. May I know why you're looking for her?"

"Well, my dad works at Prestige, and they'll be having a fundraising event, sort of like a ball, next month. He wanted me to go." Hollie explained. I heard about Prestige. It was a high-end clothing brand similar to Marc Jacobs. "You'd think I'd go there wearing one of their designs, but Joanne showed me her's last week, and I was in love with this halter gown that had a high slit on the right side. I need it, like so badly. It'll look amazing with a fur coat on."

"Oh, I can tell her you guys dropped by," I told the two and Hollie heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Can we like, wait for her?" She asked and I shook my head. I couldn't leave the apartment to them.

"But I'll be leaving in a minute," I said.

"But you said she'll be here anytime soon." The girl was persistent.

"Hol, stop," Todd told her friend. He then turned and told me, "Tony, we're leaving as well, I can give you a ri-."

"Oh, no way." She scoffed, cutting Todd off mid-sentence. A look of disbelief was painted on her face. "I waited the whole afternoon, watching you lift weights, run around the court with those smelly, sweaty basketball jocks, just so I could come with you here and now you expect me to go home without getting what I needed to do done? We're not leaving, Todd."

Todd heaved a sigh and before he responded, Joanne came barging in and the first thing I noticed was the bruises on her right knee. I gasped and quickly got to her to support her to the couch as she struggled to walk straight. I asked her, "Oh my god, Jo, what happened?"

"I tripped and scratched my knee on my way home." She said while I went to the fridge to get a pack of ice. As I returned, she continued, "I lost my balance."

"Are you alright?" Hollie asked and gasped as she took a closer look. "Oh my god, those look painful."

"Well, the bruises kind of sting, but I'm fine." She said.

"We've run out of arnica gel, Jo. This just has to do." I said, applying the pack of ice on her bruises. They were very red but the scratches weren't deep.

"I have something here that can help," Hollie said and scanned her orange handbag. She pulled out a jar of Vaseline and handed it to Joanne.

"I didn't know you girls also use that." Todd chuckled.

Hollie rolled her eyes, "Well, where do you use it for?"

"Stuff." Todd then gave her a cheeky grin and he may have had forgotten there was another guy in the room as his huge toothed smile faded when his gaze fell on me.

"Have this. I normally use that to remove makeup, but you can use it to get rid of scars once your bruises are healed."

"Thanks." Joanne smiled.

•••

I arrived at the club around eight-thirty after leaving Joanne and her friends in the apartment. As I got out of the cab, I saw Jack waiting for me at the club's entrance. The neon signage was illuminating the sidewalk as different kinds of people waited in a line on the right side of the club.

As I made my way to Jack, he said, "I already gave Adam a heads up yesterday." I followed him to the back of the establishment. He continued, "He's a nice guy so don't worry. Just do your best and you'll be fine."

When we got inside the club, everything was already set, the music was booming, the strobe lights were flashing in all different directions, making sure it flashed all the colors that the club's name represented - a rainbow. The only thing the place lacked was the people and that wouldn't be the problem when it finally let its customers in. It was a huge place surrounded by elevated platforms and poles. While there were stages everywhere, there was also a long runway in the middle along with a pole. This club really did promise a three-dimensional experience.

Jack and I made our way upstairs, to Adam's office. Adam was the owner of ROY G'BIV. When we reached his office, I took my jacket off and hanged it on my shoulder while Jack knocked on the door first before opening it. Adam was sat on his chair, doing some paperwork on his desk. His office was as big as our apartment. It was also soundproof as I couldn't really hear the loud music downstairs.

"Adam, Tony's here," Jack said and Adam finally turned his head to our direction. I assumed the owner would be around his fifties with graying hair and a beer belly. After seeing him, I realized, he wasn't all those things. He actually looked younger than Jack and it seemed like he was around his twenties. His ash blonde hair was styled in a pompadour and his hazel eyes were staring at me behind his square-rimmed glasses.

"He is indeed a pretty boy," Adam said as he stood from his place and walked closer to me. As he circled around me, he said, "You remind me of a younger Matt LeBlanc."

"Thanks. I love Friends." I took his compliment, but in all honesty, I only watched one episode of that sitcom. I just never had the time to watch TV.

"Jack told me you're only twenty though."

"Yeah, but I'll be turning twenty-one in three weeks," I told him and he nodded with a smirk.

"Toned arms, strong jaw, decent height," He lifted my shirt up and checked my abs - that I flexed so they'd look good, "and a nice four-pack. Physically, you're in. But can you dance? Or at least wiggle your ass?"

I scratched the back of my neck and nodded, giving him a playful grin. "I can wiggle."

"So far, I'm liking you," Adam said as he went to sit on the blue couch that was just a meter beside me. He added, "I'll be observing you later downstairs. Here's the deal, you get two hundred and fifty dollars tonight, you're in."

Adam then continued, "We really don't care how much our dancers earn, but since you're technically trying to get a permanent job here, that's your quota for tonight." I just nodded as he explained the rules. "However, ROY G'BIV does require its dancers to give up ten percent of their nightly earnings as the money goes straight to Jackson University as we do help them fund their study in finding the cure for HIV AIDS."

It wasn't at all a problem and it was nice to know the club was active in reaching out to institutions that aimed to solve the many problems of society. "That's seriously so great to hear," I said.

"Now, the club will be opening in fifteen minutes, Jack do you mind opening that cabinet behind you and get Tony a cock ring? I'm pretty sure we still got a stock of those there." He said and I honestly had no idea what a cock ring was. "And Tony, my friend, what are you wearing underneath those jeans?"

Instead of telling him, I shrugged as I lifted my shirt and undid my jeans, revealing to him my black briefs.

"Nice bulge, but that's a boring pair of undies, there's a vending machine for neon jockstraps downstairs in the staff's bathroom. Be sure to get one of those. Now go," He told me as I zipped closed my fly and Jack and I made our way downstairs.

"He seems to like you a lot," Jack told me as we reached the bathroom filled with other strippers who were also changing in their outfit. "He wasn't that nice to me when I applied. Here's your cock ring."

I took the thing that they apparently called a cock ring. It was a rubbery pink ring that was a little too big for fingers. I was about to ask what it was for but he already went inside the cubicle to change.

I searched for the vending machine Adam was talking about and found it behind the last cubicle of the bathroom. I pulled my wallet, took out ten cents - the amount the machine required for a pair of underwear - and inserted them on the coin slot just above the yellow jockstraps. I peeled the plastic off the material and I realized it was latex.

'Oh, the comfort!' I thought as I rolled my eyes.

Beside the machine, there was a huge cabinet. I decided to check out what was inside it and when I managed to open the storage, it was full of different props. There were chains, a Santa suit, a unicorn horn, a police hat, and more things that could be used for a sexy Halloween party. I shrugged and took the firemen's helmet since it matched the yellow jockstrap.

When Jack went out of the cubicle, his face was slightly covered with a face mask. He had a lab coat on and under it, he was wearing skimpy white latex undies. The outline of his fat cock was very visible under his rubbery outfit. Apparently, he was a doctor and it was such a sight.

"What does this do?" I asked Jack as I showed him the cock ring.

"You haven't used one before?" He asked in return as he hanged the stethoscope that he was holding around his neck. I shook my head and he then explained, "Just beat off and put that in your dick once it's hard. It restricts blood flow from your penis to keep your erection last longer."

Amused, I stared at the ring and realized the girth of it was definitely made for a penis. "This is fascinating, to be honest."

Jack laughed as he shook his head. He walked to my side and told me, "I'm actually wearing one right now, look," He stretched his latex briefs, showing me his erect cock.

'My oh my, the hills are definitely alive!'

Before he noticed my watering mouth, I excused myself to change in a cubicle.

•••

The club finally welcomed its customers and the place was already crowded. The dancers were already shaking their butts on the elevated platforms while the ones who were more talented draped themselves around the metal poles doing all kinds of stunts, the lively music keeping their energy up in the heavens.

"Remember, Adam's somewhere out there, observing you. Do your best to impress him by impressing the customers. Watch me do it, then it's your turn." Jack explained as he left my side and suavely got on the runway, thrusting his hips in the air as his hands traveled across his oily hairy torso. Before we went out of the bathroom, we made sure to oil ourselves a tad bit. Jack told me that looking a little wet helped the customers appreciate our aesthetics a lot more.

Jack wasn't lying when he told me the people loved him. As soon as he got on the runway, customers immediately flocked around it, anticipating his moves. The crowd would go wild every time he teased them by sliding his underwear a little, yet still making sure his dick wouldn't sprawl out. My former co-worker at the diner definitely had moves.

He finally peeled the lab coat and discarded the stethoscope, throwing it somewhere behind him as he got on his knees and kneeled on the part of the runway near the audience, delicately thrusting his hips, making love in the air. Everyone was having the time of their lives and as I watched Jack perform on the long elevated platform, people were already stuffing his skimpy whites with money. Some customers were a little handsy on him, shamelessly touching parts of his body that they weren't allowed to touch. Jack was a good sport whatsoever and he didn't seem to care at all. Maybe he got used to it.

'I'd be handsy on him too if he'd let me, to be honest.' I thought to myself.

By the time Jack got off the runway, his briefs were full of green paper that I knew was a lot more than the money I got from being a prostitute. "That's really just it," Jack said between breaths as sweat dripped down his shimmering body, after dancing for about fifteen minutes. I didn't even realize he had been dancing for that long.

"Just try your best to attract the audience. Go, fireman, heat them up!" He spanked my butt as I made my way on the runway.

As I stepped on the runway, I suddenly forgot what I had to do. Knowing that somewhere around the place, Adam was watching me, I needed to come up with an idea of what I should be doing. The crowd had their eyes on me, anticipating what I had in store. I even heard one whistled and yelled,"Yaaass!"

I took a deep breath and with all my grace I walked near the pole and grabbed it with my left hand while my right hand held the tip of my fireman's helmet, I felt my heartbeat racing fast. I was trying to form a good silhouette. As soon as a new groovy track began playing, it was I'm So Excited by The Pointer Sisters I started moving around, incorporating some of Jack's move on my own.

Still holding the pole, I turned my back against the audience, showing them I was wearing a jockstrap. I turned my head slightly towards them and smirked as I began wiggling my butt. I was trying my hardest to stay calm but the reason why I was holding the pole was that I couldn't stop my hand from shaking.

I was nervous as fuck.

I managed to gain more audience, but the others were focused on the other dancers from the smaller platforms. The first song was almost over and the memorable thing I did on the runway was wiggle my butt. 'Fuck, this isn't going really well!' As soon as The Pointer Sisters faded in the background, Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye quickly transitioned.

I almost jumped in my place when I felt someone touched my shoulder. When I turned to look, it was Jack. "Dude, you need to do more. You're so stiff." He said, not forgetting that there was a crowd of people watching us as he managed to move, shaking his body around me. "I'm gonna help you out, but once the song's over, you gotta help yourself."

Jack pulled a stool behind me that I didn't realize was there a while ago and placed it in the middle of the runway, just beside the pole. He then held the tip of my helmet, a seductive smirk was plastered on his face as he guided me towards the stool. When he turned his back against the audience, his face signaled me to sit.

As soon as I did, I gripped my hands on the stool and arched myself a little, my feet were on the ground for support. When I finally positioned myself comfortably, I began bucking my hips forward towards Jack who was in front of me wiggling his body seductively like the waves of the sea. I knew he was just putting up a show, but I wouldn't lie, he was turning me on.

It was a good thing to have at the moment though so I let it be. The more sensual we got, the more the people would enjoy it.

Jack made a couple of steps back and swiftly swooped his body down on the floor, his hips intentionally dipping a little lower, touching the floor as he repeatedly grinded his crotch on it. Surely, everyone in the place wished they were the floor he was humping. After doing his routine for around ten seconds, he rose just a couple of inches in front of me and he took my hands and put them on his shoulder blades.

"Hang on tight." He said and without another word, he lifted me off the ground. I quickly crossed my legs around his hips as my hand gripped the back of his neck, "You're lacking emotions, you need to look horny."

I was turned on, but I couldn't help but feel conscious around the hundreds of people cheering us on stage. In this case, it felt like they were screaming not because of me, but because of Jack. "Close your eyes, bite your lips, open your mouth. Help yourself." He kept telling me and deep inside I knew I was doing it, but I wasn't exactly sure if they were exaggerated enough.

He then started thrusting upwards, and in the position we were in, it looked like he was fucking me up in the air. He was simulating sex and I had to cooperate with him. "Just feel me, Tony." He buried his face near my ears as he whispered those words. He continued, "You're the gay one here. Just touch me, I don't mind."

I didn't know he knew I was gay. He would often tease me about it but I never actually came out to him. I never felt the need to.

I slid my hands down his muscular back and accidentally scratched them a little too harshly. "That's better." He chuckled. He then instructed, "Now try moving your hips. I'll walk us near the audience." I did what he said and as he walked us near the people, their cheers got louder.

At the end of the runway, Jack whispered in my ear, "You entertain the crowd on the right, I'll take care of the ones on the left," and carefully brought me down on the floor. Just as he instructed, I crawled to the right side of the runway and got on my knees. I finally caught the audience's attention. There was a guy who had his mouth open as he watched me dance. His head was just inches away from my crotch so I grabbed the opportunity to pull him closer and grind my jockstrap-covered-dick on his face. When I pulled away, he seemed satisfied.

The song was finally over and people began stuffing my jockstrap with paper bills. It was a great feeling I had to say. As soon as the third song began to play, I turned around and Jack wasn't with me anymore. My fifteen minutes was almost over.

I got up and slowly walked back near the stool. I eventually loosened up and my mind could finally function. As Queen's Killer Queen played on the background, I sat on the stool, front on to the crowd and took my helmet off. With a cheeky grin, I covered my crotch area with the helmet, and slowly, making sure everyone could see clearly what I was about to do, I slid down the jockstrap I was wearing until it was on the floor. The paper bills were also on the floor, but I was the only one on the runway so I could just pick them up later.

I could tell it worked out great as the crowd started cheering me, some were even giving me applause while the others would yell at me to throw the helmet away. I left the stool and walked to the middle of the runway, with the helmet being the only prop covering my junk. Jack never told me it was against the rules.

As my hand held the helmet, I slid my other hand from the center of my chest back to my prop and without a warning started to bang the thing aggressively, spurring the gays on.

I was everywhere.

I was on my knees.

I was on the floor.

I was making love to the helmet. It seemed a little ridiculous, but the crowd loved it.

The song was about to end and I got up from the floor. Still trying to cover my dick, I flipped the helmet, its hole facing upwards, so it could serve as a vessel for the crowd to put their money onto. The ones on the front couldn't get a peek, but the ones on my side probably got a good view of my erect cock.

I wasn't at all embarrassed by it. It was one of the few things I should be proud of.

•••

Jack and I returned to Adam's office as soon as we changed into our regular clothes. I danced for another fifteen minutes on a smaller platform and so was Jack, trying to get as much money as we could in one night. However, the dancers were only allowed to dance for thirty minutes, either straight or with five minute breaks. Jack explained to me that Adam wanted all the dancers to have their turn to dance on the stages and since there were about fifty dancers and more every night, thirty minutes was the longest the club could give.

"I must say you started pretty stiff and boring," Adam said as he leaned his ass against the edge of his table. "But you adjusted pretty quickly. Not even Jack strips butt naked on stage." He laughed.

"The gays were going crazy over his meat." Jack chuckled. "I thought you're that quintessential bottom, but damn, you better put that dick to use."

Well, most of my clients actually paid me to get fucked, but there were some who wanted me to fuck them too. They were always the happiest and most satisfied customers.

"How much did you earn tonight, Tony?" Adam asked.

"Three hundred and fifty, sir," I said.

"Well, congratulations Tony, you got the job. Just leave thirty-five dollars to the counter downstairs and you get the rest." He told me as he offered his hand. I shook his hand and thanked him. "Your schedule's every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. You have the same schedule as Jack. People seem to really like your little stunt together. It would be nice if you both do that a lot. If I observed some progress from you Tony, I can also give you Saturdays."

"Saturdays are the best," Jack said.

"I guess that's it with you for tonight," Adam announced as he returned to his seat. "You boys can stay downstairs or you can leave, I really don't care."

I turned to Jack and sent him a smile. "Well, maybe you can now quit your old job?" He smiled and I nodded.

There was a huge possibility.

--- End of Chapter 10 ---

Author's Note:
I tried to capture the essence of actual strip clubs so I really did my research for this. I've never been to one and strip clubs aren't really legal in my country.

What do you guys think of Tony's new job? Is it an upgrade? Any thoughts on ROY G'BIV? What about Jack? Do you guys think he's really straight? Todd and T's & Jo's parents?

Thank you for reading!