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Daryl was doing sit ups in the back room of the strip club to try work off some stress. He looked around watch Shane doing arm curls to get his muscles ready. He could hear the girls screaming and the music was pumping. Glenn Rhee the owner of the club walked out in a g-string, he gave Rick a high five as he past him wear a cop outfit. He was a muscly little fucker, spent most of his spare time working out and looked like a Ninja all abs and muscles.
Daryl groaned rolled over and started a set of press ups. How the fuck had his life come to this that he was taking his clothes off for women and letting them stuff dollar bills into his g-string. He was trying to pull his business out of debt with Merle. Their other partner had done a runner with all the money leaving a pile of debt and stripping for one night Daryl could make more money in 4 hours than he could all week. It was his get out of debt free card quickly.
If he did more private lap dances that was even better. His brother Merle walked in and dumped a bag of gear. He gave Daryl a nod. He had still been working at their garage just finished up and now he was going to take a quick shower and start a work out do a couple of sets on stage like Daryl and hopefully some women liked what they saw and paid them to wiggle their arses in their faces.
Glenn was onto a winner, gone from that geek Daryl knew at high school to one of the busiest places in the state for an all male review. He was making a killing and all the men were really well paid, now to a point Glenn let them keep all the money they made from private dancing plus the tips shoved down their pants.
'Right guys, as you all know we are not a brothel, no one fucks a client during their private lap dances for money! They could shut us down for that!' Glenn looked over at Shane and Merle who were both smirking. 'Take it to the car park or their place, not in my building!'
'Yip no fucking the clients!' Stated Merle nodding his head, he most well be shaking it though Daryl, his dick was going to fall off at the rate he was using it at the moment.
Merle and Shane were dirty little fuckers thought Daryl. He hated taking his clothes off, he had long been shamed by the scar's on his back, but somehow Glenn had managed to talk him around the girls found it kinda sexy, he had said. For some reason the younger Dixon had become the most popular request for lap dances. He had a natural talent for shaking his arse and dancing to the music. His sulky face seemed to do something for the ladies, all thinking he was a brooding man they could fix. They often were waiting for him to come out to the car park at the end of the night, throwing themselves at him after the show, when all he wanted to go home and take a shower.
He hadn't fucked any clients, most were so drunk groping at him he managed to keep their hands away while still managing to get their money into his g-string. Fuck they were uncomfortable, like having a shoe string up his arse.
Daryl stripped down to his g-string and cringed as Glenn slapped grease all over his back and on his butt. He couldn't believe he was still doing this 6 month's after he started. Fuck he'd even got his chest, dick, balls and arse crack waxed because Glenn told him too. Looking down his hair free legs he groaned wondering how his life had come to this. He had no hair anywhere except on his face now, and his head.
'Your up in 5 Dixon, get that golden dick out there and shake what your Mama gave you!' Shouted Ty the music guy. Daryl nodded to him putting his heads in his hands wishing he could be anywhere else in the world.