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Jack sat in a booth in the far corner of the club. He could see dancers, both male and female, that weren't on the stage walking around sitting on and around promising costumers that they could trick into going into one of the backrooms. He was there when he should've been home to watch over his two rowdy sons that he had left with his best friend. He hoped Caiti could control the two boys with not problems. He never liked being places like this and hated having Caiti alone with his sons that caused nothing but trouble most of the time. He was worried, knowing his younger son he had persuaded Caiti to let him bring Dan over and they're raising hell at this moment.
His nervousness made him tap the table and grip the glass of whiskey tight in his hand. He was growing impatient, which didn't happen a lot, but when this came to Joel and Adam the thin line of patients suddenly grew thinner. He could see around the club a few employees were starting to get brave and they started to come near him and flirt with him. Mostly the men. The second he walked in here they all kept away from him, which was OK with him. He wasn't here for them, he was here to get over with what the two co-owners of the club wanted and then back home to his boys.
One girl grew brave and came to his table and sat next to him, she put her hand on his lap and showed a large, blinding smile at him. She wore nothing but, what he want to call a one piece bathing suit with a large cut showing cleavage. She wore fishnet stockings with leather boots and a tight choker around her neck. She wore so much make-up to challenge a clown and a red and black bob hair cut. Her hand was on his junk and she gave him a sultry look, fluttering her eye lids and he could see her sucking her stomach in, though she didn't notice that he saw.
"Are you looking for a good time? I could help you."
Jack took her hand off of him and put it on the table. He took his glass gave it to her. He didn't like drinking even if he wasn't around his kid. He already knew that his older son was going to start drinking at some point. He was probably drinking now if he had to guess. The dancers eyes widened and stared confused at the glass he had given her. He simply waved her away and she stomped off with the glass to take it back to the bar. He saw spotlights point onto the stage. The pink curtains moved aside slightly and he saw a muscular leg with a black combat boot that went to the knee. He could see the rest of the person connected to the leg leave the curtains and that's when Jack saw the man.
He wore a blood red panties that was very thin and could hardly contain him and shiny black combat boots with heels. He saw his chest was buff with a six pack. He could see the muscles in his thighs and they stood out to him the most. His arms looked just as strong as his legs and just looking at the man made his mouth water. HIs blonde hair swooped in a way that was indescribable and his blue eyes was the brightest thing he could see out of al him.
He strutted to the pole at the end of the long stage, his legs crossing each other is strong, confidant steps, his arms swung next to him. Jack could hear women and a couple men in the crowd cheer and start throwing money before he even got to the pole. Jack saw the man look over to the corner of the club and they locked eyes. His light blue eyes meeting Jack's brown one. He finally reached the pole and gripped a point a couple inches above his head and began to roll his hips on the pole. Jack had to restrain himself from covering his ears with how loud the women screamed for him. Jack could easily see the strength in his arms and legs and his stare on him leave to look at other patrons. He wrapped a leg around the pole and swung the other leg around to turn. He stepped back on the ground and and rolled his hips and stomach in a circle having stepped in front of the pole. He stepped back behind the pole, gripped the higher point and flip over with his legs between the pole and his ass pointed the crowd. The money started being thrown in a faster rate. His arms were bulging as he brought his feet to higher and hooked them together against the pole and his hands let go. His hair flowed down his neck and his arms hung next to him. Jack could see sweat roll down his neck as he gripped the pole again and fell lightly down to him feet. He turned away from the crowd with his hands gripping the pole at different points, on above his head and the other at the same height of his head, and he fell back and twirled all the way to the ground from the couple inches he was from the ground with his knees bent behind the pole and he leaned back with and looked behind him to the crowd and waved to HIM specifically. He rose from the ground as swift as a river and walked back to the curtain, his ass moving from side to side seductively and right before he went back stage he turned his head to look at Jack and winked at him before disappearing behind the pink curtains.
Jack wanted so bad to join the people cheering for him but, he had to keep his cool. He finally took his eyes off the stage to back to the table and finally noticed the both Joel and Adam were at the table, smirking at him. Jack could feel the heat rise up to his face. He didn't say anything to the two men.
"If you wanna get a closer look at him you can. That guy is our money maker." Adam told him, combing his hand through his beard.
"His stage name is The Mad King. He rarely takes private shows but I'm sure if we told him who you were he'd do it."
Jack just nodded and looked back at the stage.
He could leave the boys to Caiti for a little while longer.