Striper!Stiles / Gangster!Derek
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Warning: Slight Dry Humping? c:
The room was intoxicating with the smell of smoke and strong cologne. Men in business suits were lined against the bar, and men in raggedy old clothes sat up at the tables up front. Alcohol consumed their minds, and the lights were shut the only source of light was from the stage.
The club was usually full of men, even a few women who had a kink for gay strippers. Did I mention this was a gay strip club? Mostly the strippers that went home were usually going home with a guy. And I was always one to be picked, with my lean figure and 'helpless' look, it made men want me more according to my boss. I hate him.
"Stiles!" He shouted, I jumped up from my seat and turned my head towards the doorway. I could see the strobe lights from behind him coloring the walls, and already see the puff of smoke in the air. His eyes were red, and his hair was slicked back, he wore a suit for once. Wondering why he was wearing a suit I forgot he was speaking
"- and theirs some very important people here tonight, get extra slutty" he slurred, and before he could shut the door to my 'private' dressing room I shouted out a question.
"Wait! Why?" He glared at me for keeping him here so long. He looked eager to get back to stuffing his nose with crack.
"It's the Hales you dimwit! Don't fuck up" he growled, and with that he slammed the door shut behind him. My eyes went wide as I slowly turned back towards my mirror. The rectangular mirror had lights around it, a few foundations scattered across the counter, a few body paints and some pills for - you never know.
My chest was lined with marks, deep red lines ran down my chest, and a few bruises that were slowly fading outlined my hips. They didn't hurt, but if pressed to hard their would be a slight pinch. The only reason why I needed the foundations ever really.
"Okay Stiles.. Only a few more weeks and then this could all be over" I whispered to my self. Tears racked down my cheeks, a soft sob escaped my lips. This job sucked, but he promised me I would only be in this for a short while. And I hoped he would be correct.
Pressing the back of my hand to my lips to help muffle my cries a bit, I hurriedly wiped away my tears away and placed foundation over the red lines on my chest. I pulled on the skimpy construction worker costume and shivered.
"Only a few more weeks" I whispered to my self one more time before I was looking at my self from the mirror. I nodded and thanked the gods that my eyes weren't to red to be noticeable.
I made my way out into the club. It was packed, I let my eyes scan over the heads of men and their weren't any women -surprisingly- tonight. As always men who just left work, leant against the bar with their drinks, as the flirted away with the guys.
Men in rags, stood at the very front trying to get someone to sleep with. I let my eyes wonder across the floors, seeing a place darker than the rest at a corner in the room. Their I saw my boss standing in the dim light laughing nervously. There were bright red eyes and some golden as they ignored him completely.
A shiver went down my back as I looked over towards the bar and started to make my way over to a guy. He had tanned skin, and dark hair on top of his head, he held a drink in his hand, his elbows propped up against the counter.
A smile spread across my face as I slowly prowled over to him, his eyes caught mine and he smiled in return.
"Hey big guy.. What's your name?" I whispered, leaning against him acting a bit tipsy. But he didn't need to know how sober I truly was.
