I never truly introduced myself
My name is Michael Gordon Clifford
I'm from Sydney, Australia
I work at a strip club called "Neon Haze"
I chose to work here after I was kicked out by my parents
I'll talk about them another time
For now I'm living with my friend Ashton
He's in charge of "Neon Haze"
He saw me laying on a park bench one day and asked if I needed any help
Of course I took the offer, but the conditions were this:
I had to work for him as a male stripper and earn at least $100 dollars a night
And I had to have some sort of sexual experience
I'm still a virgin
I've never been touched before
I had to lie to him in order to get the job
I just don't take private request
Another stripper, Dylan, takes private request
He told me that it isn't that bad
All they do is go in the back and hug and maybe even kiss
I just don't understand why I always hear loud noises whenever I walk pass the private room
What makes it even more confusing is that Dylan always comes out of the room with messed up hair and weird purple marks all over his body.
On occasions he's had a slight limp
Whoever he sees must be a real tight hugger
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Michael the innocent kitten, let's give him a hand
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Neon Haze ︎︎// muke au
Fanfiction"Is that a drug?" "It's my confidence pill" Or in which Michael takes a happy pill in order for him to strip in front of greedy men ©2016, Jen (lambli), All Rights Reserved [completed]