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Dancing Queen

Tommy’s POV

I walked trough the door at the club five minute before I was suppose to be there.
It’s not like I like it there, but it’s a paying job, well, kinda. Anyway.
My boss, Hank, spotted me right away, and waved me over. When I reached his table, he nodded me to take a seat.

“Hey there, Tommy boy.”

‘God, I hate it when he call me that’.
I just nodded at him.

“Listen, tonight I’m expecting some big shot names, and I want you to be as friendly as you’ve ever been, you hear?”

He said, looking at me with a hard glare. Being friendly entailed more than just smiling and saying hello, maybe even flirt..
Nooo, in this place, being friendly meant far more than that. It meant letting other men touch me and grab me in any way they wanted, also inside my clothes. And if they were rich enough or famous enough, to let them do just whatever they wanted with me.

Suck me, fuck me, hit me....

Hank didn’t care, as long as he got paid big time for their pleasure. And if the customer were happy with me afterwards,
I just might get a little tip as well.
Yay, go me..
Well, maybe you’re wondering who I am, what kind of club I was working in, and what I was doing there?
Well, I’m a short, almost skinny kid with bleached blond hair and brown eyes, and for the most time,
I work in this gay go-go club as a stripper.
And when my boss tells me to, I also work on my back with legs in the air or face into the wall or down on the table.
Oh, and I just turned seventeen.
I’ve had this job for almost two years, starting at fifteen. Had my virgin ass raped the second day on the job.
Left me bleeding and broken in the hall behind the stage after an striptease act.
Hank just told me to suck it up, clean myself and get ready for the next performance and customer.
I tried to refuse, but all that got me was a heavy beating from Hank and one of his goons, before Hank raped me as well.
Then he said I was a great fuck, but to remember to tell the clients to wear a rubber.
A real nice guy, my boss, right?
And my name as you just heard the boss say, well it’s my name, Tommy.
Tommy Joe Radliff.
Age seventeen, seasoned stripper and prostitute.
Fuck my life.
Well, I went to the wardrobe rooms to get ready for the nights events. And yes, you guessed it, it meant more than
just putting on a costume.
Oh yeah, as much as I hated it, I had to get my ass hole ready too.
For some nameless fucker who wanted to bury their cock in my non existing ass, and make me call them ‘Daddy’.

Ugh!

So, I’d get ready and dressed up for the nights workload, the stripping and teasing, a means to raise the interest for me enough to make the crowd open their valets. And that night I had someone special to impress as well.
I waited for my turn to go on stage, to shake my ass in their faces to some heavy rhythms.
At least I got to pick my own music so I had some comfort as I swayed and swung to it, while strutting my stuff.
Later in the evening, Hank gave me a signal.
My special had arrived, and was waiting for his pre-ordered lap dance, with the possibility for more.
I headed over to a table where a black haired man sat with his back to me, Hank stood at his side, being his most charming self.
I heard them talk and I slowed down, not wanting to interrupt.

‘Holy fuck! He’s got an amazing voice just talking! He must be a singer of some sort,’ I thought to myself.

From my position behind him, I took in the people whom kept him company. There were both guys and girls.
Some of them were obviously gay, others were more subtle in their appearance. As they became aware of me,
they all stopped talking and just stared at me. This made Hank and the raven haired man turn around as well.

“Ah, here he is!”

Hank exclaimed and grabbed me around the shoulders to drag me closer for them all to see me.

“This is my best dancer in the club, and he’s also the youngest, less jaded one I’ve got,” Hank smirked at the people, and they laughed.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek and force a smile at them, when all I really wanted was to tear of Hank’s arm and beat him and every sick fuck in this club with it.

“What your name?” the raven asked me, looking directly at my face.

A completely new experience to me, because ,most men just looked at my body, telling me to turn this way or that
so they could ogle and grab me all over.

“His name is……,” Hank started of, but the man stopped him with a wave of the hand.

“I asked him, not you, so I want him to answer,” he said with a firm voice.

I looked at Hank, who shrugged his shoulders.

“My name is Tommy Joe,” I answered quietly, as I looked at him curiously. Because let’s face it; they don’t want to talk other then when telling me what they want, and they never want to know my name.

“And how old are you?” he wanted to know.

Hank stared at me, telling me with the look in his eyes I was in mayor trouble if I told the truth.

“I’m almost nineteen,” I lied, like I always did whenever asked that.

He nodded, seeming happy with my answers.

“Do you want it here or in one of the private rooms?” I asked him.

He looked at me, confused. Hank came rushing in and explained how things could be done, all to the client’s wants and needs.

“Out here’s just fine,” he then said.

I looked at the DJ, giving him the sign to cue the right music. As the music came on, I went over to my client, and turned his chair away from the table to get more space to move in and on his lap. The music I had chosen, was soft but powerful, with a great beat, not too fast, but not too sappy either. I let it flow into me, and take over my body, as is swayed, rocked and grinded to my client’s delight.
As the music came close to the end, and I was straddling his lap, his hands came up to my hips and pressed me down on his thighs.
I let him, thinking he was now going to ask for a private room or even just the backrooms so he could fuck me.
But, again, he surprised me.
He asked if I would come home with him. I knew what Hank would want me to do, so I said yes.

A happy customer, is a returning customer, right?

Right.

Adam’s POV

I watched as the blond danced for me. My eyes studied his body as he danced. Soon the song seemed to be ending, and gently I grabbed his hips, sitting him down on my lap. I could tell the blond had lied about his age, witch made me wonder why.

''Come home with me,'' I asked gently, my hands staying on his hips.

A smile came to my lips as he said yes.
Once the blond was ready to go, I showed him to my car, and opened the door for him.
I got in after he did, started the car and headed off to my place,

I looked over at him, as I stopped at a red light.

''So, Tommy. how old are you really ?'' I asked, looking over at him.

My face showed that I knew he lied before.

I watched and waited for the blond to answer. Hoping I didn’t scare him or made him nervous by asking this.

Tommy’s POV

When he asked me again, in his car, about my age, I didn’t know what to do for like half a second.

“I already told you, I’m almost nineteen. I’m not lying, mister.”

I could tell he didn’t by it, and he confirmed it when he asked me if it was a year or two away.

‘Fuck. Why can’t he leave it alone?’

“I’m legal, if that’s your worry,” I almost snapped at him.

Usually I didn’t have a problem telling people lies, but with this guy, it seemed like he could see right through the bullshit.

“I never said you weren’t legal, Tommy, but I don’t believe for a minute that you are nineteen.
Not even close to it. So, let’s hear it,” he demanded.

“Fine, but you can’t tell Hank or anybody at the club I told you, deal?” I said, looking straight at him.

He agreed. So I told him.

“I’m seventeen. As of three months ago. So I’m still legal,” I said, not wanting him to think he’d get any trouble for being near me.

Just then the lights changed to green, and we drove on to his house.
When we got there, he parked the car, killed the engine and stayed still in his seat.

“Okay, I’ve got to tell you something.”

Dread filled my entire being.

“I didn’t bring you here to fuck you or anything like that. I already have a boyfriend and we live together.”

“Then why am I here?” I asked confused.

It’s safe to say this has never happened to me before. And now I was starting to get a little scared.
What the hell did he want with me if not to fuck me? And he’s brought me home to his boyfriend?

What the fuck?

Description
Dancing Queen

Tommy’s POV

I walked trough the door at the club five minute before I was suppose to be there.
It’s not like I like it there, but it’s a paying job, well, kinda. Anyway.
My boss, Hank, spotted me right away, and waved me over. When I reached his table, he nodded me to take a seat.

“Hey there, Tommy boy.”

‘God, I hate it when he call me that’.
I just nodded at him.

“Listen, tonight I’m expecting some big shot names, and I want you to be as friendly as you’ve ever been, you hear?”

He said, looking at me with a hard glare. Being friendly entailed more than just smiling and saying hello, maybe even flirt..
Nooo, in this place, being friendly meant far more than that. It meant letting other men touch me and grab me in any way they wanted, also inside my clothes. And if they were rich enough or famous enough, to let them do just whatever they wanted with me.

Suck me, fuck me, hit me....

Hank didn’t care, as long as he got paid big time for their pleasure. And if the customer were happy with me afterwards,
I just might get a little tip as well.
Yay, go me..
Well, maybe you’re wondering who I am, what kind of club I was working in, and what I was doing there?
Well, I’m a short, almost skinny kid with bleached blond hair and brown eyes, and for the most time,
I work in this gay go-go club as a stripper.
And when my boss tells me to, I also work on my back with legs in the air or face into the wall or down on the table.
Oh, and I just turned seventeen.
I’ve had this job for almost two years, starting at fifteen. Had my virgin ass raped the second day on the job.
Left me bleeding and broken in the hall behind the stage after an striptease act.
Hank just told me to suck it up, clean myself and get ready for the next performance and customer.
I tried to refuse, but all that got me was a heavy beating from Hank and one of his goons, before Hank raped me as well.
Then he said I was a great fuck, but to remember to tell the clients to wear a rubber.
A real nice guy, my boss, right?
And my name as you just heard the boss say, well it’s my name, Tommy.
Tommy Joe Radliff.
Age seventeen, seasoned stripper and prostitute.
Fuck my life.
Well, I went to the wardrobe rooms to get ready for the nights events. And yes, you guessed it, it meant more than
just putting on a costume.
Oh yeah, as much as I hated it, I had to get my ass hole ready too.
For some nameless fucker who wanted to bury their cock in my non existing ass, and make me call them ‘Daddy’.

Ugh!

So, I’d get ready and dressed up for the nights workload, the stripping and teasing, a means to raise the interest for me enough to make the crowd open their valets. And that night I had someone special to impress as well.
I waited for my turn to go on stage, to shake my ass in their faces to some heavy rhythms.
At least I got to pick my own music so I had some comfort as I swayed and swung to it, while strutting my stuff.
Later in the evening, Hank gave me a signal.
My special had arrived, and was waiting for his pre-ordered lap dance, with the possibility for more.
I headed over to a table where a black haired man sat with his back to me, Hank stood at his side, being his most charming self.
I heard them talk and I slowed down, not wanting to interrupt.

‘Holy fuck! He’s got an amazing voice just talking! He must be a singer of some sort,’ I thought to myself.

From my position behind him, I took in the people whom kept him company. There were both guys and girls.
Some of them were obviously gay, others were more subtle in their appearance. As they became aware of me,
they all stopped talking and just stared at me. This made Hank and the raven haired man turn around as well.

“Ah, here he is!”

Hank exclaimed and grabbed me around the shoulders to drag me closer for them all to see me.

“This is my best dancer in the club, and he’s also the youngest, less jaded one I’ve got,” Hank smirked at the people, and they laughed.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek and force a smile at them, when all I really wanted was to tear of Hank’s arm and beat him and every sick fuck in this club with it.

“What your name?” the raven asked me, looking directly at my face.

A completely new experience to me, because ,most men just looked at my body, telling me to turn this way or that
so they could ogle and grab me all over.

“His name is……,” Hank started of, but the man stopped him with a wave of the hand.

“I asked him, not you, so I want him to answer,” he said with a firm voice.

I looked at Hank, who shrugged his shoulders.

“My name is Tommy Joe,” I answered quietly, as I looked at him curiously. Because let’s face it; they don’t want to talk other then when telling me what they want, and they never want to know my name.

“And how old are you?” he wanted to know.

Hank stared at me, telling me with the look in his eyes I was in mayor trouble if I told the truth.

“I’m almost nineteen,” I lied, like I always did whenever asked that.

He nodded, seeming happy with my answers.

“Do you want it here or in one of the private rooms?” I asked him.

He looked at me, confused. Hank came rushing in and explained how things could be done, all to the client’s wants and needs.

“Out here’s just fine,” he then said.

I looked at the DJ, giving him the sign to cue the right music. As the music came on, I went over to my client, and turned his chair away from the table to get more space to move in and on his lap. The music I had chosen, was soft but powerful, with a great beat, not too fast, but not too sappy either. I let it flow into me, and take over my body, as is swayed, rocked and grinded to my client’s delight.
As the music came close to the end, and I was straddling his lap, his hands came up to my hips and pressed me down on his thighs.
I let him, thinking he was now going to ask for a private room or even just the backrooms so he could fuck me.
But, again, he surprised me.
He asked if I would come home with him. I knew what Hank would want me to do, so I said yes.

A happy customer, is a returning customer, right?

Right.

Adam’s POV

I watched as the blond danced for me. My eyes studied his body as he danced. Soon the song seemed to be ending, and gently I grabbed his hips, sitting him down on my lap. I could tell the blond had lied about his age, witch made me wonder why.

''Come home with me,'' I asked gently, my hands staying on his hips.

A smile came to my lips as he said yes.
Once the blond was ready to go, I showed him to my car, and opened the door for him.
I got in after he did, started the car and headed off to my place,

I looked over at him, as I stopped at a red light.

''So, Tommy. how old are you really ?'' I asked, looking over at him.

My face showed that I knew he lied before.

I watched and waited for the blond to answer. Hoping I didn’t scare him or made him nervous by asking this.

Tommy’s POV

When he asked me again, in his car, about my age, I didn’t know what to do for like half a second.

“I already told you, I’m almost nineteen. I’m not lying, mister.”

I could tell he didn’t by it, and he confirmed it when he asked me if it was a year or two away.

‘Fuck. Why can’t he leave it alone?’

“I’m legal, if that’s your worry,” I almost snapped at him.

Usually I didn’t have a problem telling people lies, but with this guy, it seemed like he could see right through the bullshit.

“I never said you weren’t legal, Tommy, but I don’t believe for a minute that you are nineteen.
Not even close to it. So, let’s hear it,” he demanded.

“Fine, but you can’t tell Hank or anybody at the club I told you, deal?” I said, looking straight at him.

He agreed. So I told him.

“I’m seventeen. As of three months ago. So I’m still legal,” I said, not wanting him to think he’d get any trouble for being near me.

Just then the lights changed to green, and we drove on to his house.
When we got there, he parked the car, killed the engine and stayed still in his seat.

“Okay, I’ve got to tell you something.”

Dread filled my entire being.

“I didn’t bring you here to fuck you or anything like that. I already have a boyfriend and we live together.”

“Then why am I here?” I asked confused.

It’s safe to say this has never happened to me before. And now I was starting to get a little scared.
What the hell did he want with me if not to fuck me? And he’s brought me home to his boyfriend?

What the fuck?