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Chapter 1
Trope:Leather n Latex

‘‘Why isn’t this fitting correctly?” the young adult moaned in frustration and the struggle of putting his new outfit on for the night. Well, Aliexpress wasn’t as good as his friends told him. Shame on them, that is gonna be their birthday present. He thought to himself distracted already by this mischievous idea of his. He liked the self-entertainment and peace his mind presented to him. It helped him escape from reality and feel small and secure without a care in the world.
A lady came in the room very obviously to check on him since he is taking way too much time.

‘Darling why are you still here aren’t you supposed to be on the stage. Take pity on the poor Jessica if she continues walking around, she may get vitiligo. ‘My boss said, smirking. Her sassy nature was spilling through her teeth every time she spoke. That was a trait Nathan sincerely loved about her and drew him closer to her. He pointed at the costume in an exaggerated manner and threw his hands in the air in declaration of defeat. ‘Martha tell me why exactly is the world against me, I mean fuck how is this abomination even supposed to work. I tried putting it on but I guess I bought either too small or just something shitty.

Martha looked him up and down with a look on her eyes reading “Are you even serious “. She sighted and starting thinking of what to say
“And no, I am not putting it on wrong I watched several videos on how to in wikia (solid sources 10/10 reviews given by one user named sisi da snek)” Nathan was ready to throw hands and he was not afraid to show it.
Of course, Martha was used to his shenanigans and knew how to handle him in situations like that. She grew fond of him since the last 5 years he worked in this industry. She never saw a flaw in his appearance, his ability to charm people has gained the club many regulars that mainly come for him and his dances. OH, his dances were incredible. He was natural in this. She swore there were times she didn’t see his feet touch the ground for a whole night. He was too valuable to lose to something as trivial as a short temper. It was also a part of his charm. Having both extraterrestrial beauty and unapproachable vibe gave a mystery to his persona.
“Where is the powder hun. I see non” She said thrashing around searching for the powder

” You really think there is gonna be left out powder? Geez you know if they could the dancers would have smirked the dust off the ground if there is a glimpse of powder”
“Oh, and you wouldn’t have, right „She gave a sassy reply to which he could only sass back „Well I am a dancer after all I shouldn’t stray from the team. You know teamwork does the dreamwork „She rolled her eyes and then went back to her search and then when she realized that there is no powder and this little imbecile did not know he knew how to use powder.

“Okay what is the material your costume is made from „Her tone turned scolding really fast to which he pouted and barked back”” Latex’
Well no shit sherlock „She said and gave him a smack on the neck” and how do you put Latex easier…….”She waited for answer but when she didn’t get it she went in one of the drawers in the dressing room and pulled out a bottle with baby powder and a spray bottle „First baby powder, put it on your skin so the latex doesn’t stick to your skin. Then spray this on the outfit to make the latex look shiny and not like a garbage bag. We don’t need our dancers in their casual clothes „She said and left without even giving Nathan a chance to answer, probably to not waste any more time.

His attention went back to his new dance outfit. He removed his clothes and bathed in the baby powder. This felt so dirty on his skin. AND the friction it made when he touched his powdered arms and legs was nerve wracking. This old hag knows nothing, he was about to go back and yell at her how her advice was shit until the costume actually was fitting him like a glove. But oh boy was the costume tight. But he had been used to outfits that stuck to all the uncomfortable places. The costume was a bit uncomfortable but it wasn’t bad looking at all. It was a white latex legless bodysuit. He wasn’t a fan of the idea of wearing latex toe socks but he had to endure it because of the poll last week showing percentage of the viewers having a foot fetish. And now he was done to get on with it he thought of opening the door and being blinded by the projector in the striptease bar.
He was kind of proud to be a dancer at such a high end bougie bar. It was 4 stories tall and there were multiple dancing lanes coated in gold and a cage in between all the dancing lanes as a centerpiece. This place was expensive where normal people wouldn’t be able to attend due to low social status, low income and lack of connections.

His head was again lost in the clouds as he walked the golden path ahead of him, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. It was obvious he was the Club's darling. With every step everyone gazed at his small and elegant movement. The outfit on his milky white skin being white and gave the feeling of him being completely naked and the tightness of the latex made sure every one of his curves was shown to their ogle and hungry eyes ready to devour him. The perfect word to describe him at this moment was erotic he was 100 percent erotic. His hands grabbed the pole around him in such a manner that made all the men there jealous.His hands gripping the big long metal shaft softly, moving up and down before he finally lifted his feet off the ground .It was slow and steady like a bird flying off the ground.His whole body dependent on the strength of his delicate fingers swayed in the air in a circle as if he was dancing with the wind holding him up.
He loved how his new outfit already felt like second skin, he felt free and the public eye was also aware of that.The outfit decorating his curves making them gently caress the eyes of the beholder, stealing the attention from the other dancers.
He grew bored of the music and the atmosphere it created. After all the night was young and he still had tricks up his sleeve and hopefully this night’s efforts will be worth it financially. His eyes burning from his contacts just added another layer of discomfort but he had to endure it for at least 5 songs till he can hopefully have a break. Hopefully meaning if some rich dude hasn't taken a liking to him and wanted private dances.This was his least favourite part of his job, pleasing the people he doesn't want to please even with just dancing it felt forced and disturbing.

Finally the 5 songs were played. His legs were aching already and he walked towards the bar to get a drink. Non alcoholic of course he didn't want to end up like his colleague Jessica. Seriously, she should just retire from that job.
Right when his smile grew when he saw the bartender and the water cup specifically prepared him. He was good friends with Gar the bartender. And then like all tarot readings need a subtle reality check Jessica came.
“Peacock table booth number 2 wants the Dom Perignon deal- you exclusively”. Popping the “you”part very obviously. Her sickly sweet voice was dripping with jealousy. He didn’t mind her but he did look at the bartender like a kicked puppy with how he was taken away so fast and headed over.Inside the booth were three man.It was obvious who was the one who called for him considering 2 factors: Factor A) all of the people were dressed in black suits except for one dude and their attention was fixated on Nate as if he was posing a danger to their boss or Factor B) Nathan was the white peacock.The pearl in this club or with other words the most expensive item on the list. White peacock was his scene name because he liked his private life to stay private.
‘’Hello I am the White Peacock. It's a pleasure for me to be in your company tonight ”Nate said as he looked into the eyes of the man in front of him. Big mistake, his gaze chilled him to the bone and made him aware of himself and his status. The guy gave a hand gesture to his probably bodyguards and they left the room leaving them alone and patted the space next to him.

“Sit down please. ” Nate felt chills down his spine as he heard the man talk.That was a really unfamiliar situation to him. For the first time in his life he felt so aware of himself, so ashamed yet so strangely pulled by his presence. He felt like he knew him his whole life and at the same time as if he must know everything about him.The situation was terrifying! How that one person managed to make him feel all of these things just by his mere presence. Nate decided to stop stalling for time and getting distracted by useless thoughts and sat down but in spite of his fear he sat right next to the mysterious man. Not only did he sit incredibly close to him he pressed his entire body weight to the man as he poured him the very expensive champagne.
The silence was amusing to Nate. He was used to different kinds of clients in his expertise, be it the flirty ones that believe they can be the prince charming to get him out of this situationship on a white horse.The majority of them were humbled pretty good when they realized his monthly wage succeeded their annual income. His favourites were the shy clients that couldn’t even talk in the beginning because that meant he could have some wholesome conversations with them and make them feel at ease while he is relaxing.There were also the heartbroken ones that came only to drown their sorrows in expensive alcohol and one nightly lovers.They were the most dangerous ones so far, clients with a reason like that were most likely to get dangerously attached to the dancers, to be stalkers, to doxx them. Some even found his apartment complex. But this man wasn’t like his clients. Nate couldn’t see the reason for coming here just like Jessica. It was obvious he wasn’t looking for a lover to gently caress him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear that would expire the moment the sun rises. After all, the most and only thing Nate could be is a muse that only shines at night.

Nate tried to think of a conversation starter but the voice was gone so he poured himself a glass of champagne and lifted his dainty feet to rest on the lap of the man leisurely waiting for any kind of a reaction. His toes playing with the rim of his suit jacket.
“So what brings you to me, love? Was it fate, destiny, money or carnal desires that cannot be quenched?” Nate’s piercing blue eyes were doing the triangular gaze.They looked at his left eye then his gaze rested on his mouth and went to the other eye, as if to finish the unspoken plea for something more intimate. His mouth was slightly open so he could inhale every single second that passed where his lips weren't overtaken thus making the other person be overwhelmed by the desire to capture him in a deep kiss. This was his trick because kissing the dancers while private dances or time alone with them doubled the price of their services. ”Just a spoiler alert you cannot drench a thirst with a fine wine, it would only make you crave it even more”.
Being surprised was an understatement for Nate. His trick didn’t work, he saw no blush, no indication for the man being into him at all. Finally the man spoke with an icy voice and piercing eyes.
“You do not need to go to such lengths to gain a reaction from me. I chose you. Meaning I found you entertaining. ” He took a small sip from his glass without breaking eye contact. ”I am not going to lie, I would like our first encounter to be “civil”. How do you feel about this?” His tone was serious and monotone just like his expression- complete lack of any kind of raw emotion. He was reserved at best and unamused at worst. At his statement Nate removed his legs from his lap and restored the gap that was there as he distanced himself feeling humbled.
“What do you want to know about me, mister C—E--O?” He said basically purring the last part, still trying to seduce him even harder because now that his ego was bruised he was ready to fight with all his might. How dare someone humble him, Nate is the humbler not the humblee.

Instead of paying him any mind the CEO caressed his chin bringing his face closer to inspect his features making his cheeks flush red. Nate felt even more embarrassed.
“You are a very peculiar creature.”The man added, motioning with his hands to the white haired beauty that was standing right in front of him. He was correct in his statement that he was a rare and peculiar creature. Because no human could ever compare to his beauty or his extraterrestrial looks, giving him the scene name “White peacock”, which suited him like a glove. Just like the creature he lacked color in his existence so he needed others to paint him however they saw fit. His eyes were as blue as the blue corals in the oceans but just as sick and fragile. For many people albinism was such a beautiful deficiency in nature. Well that was to them that were the observers. But after all it's just a deficiency. The only plus is the uniqueness of it which is also one of its many negatives.
Nate realized now is his turn to speak but he was not over his attempts at catching his prey in his hands and making him either as flushed as the man made him and turn him into a regular so he can get more money on the daily. Or to test him to see if the man really didn’t care only about his body.The thought caught him off guard. How was he still having thoughts like that, years since becoming a stripper, years of being used for his body. Didn't he learn his lesson? He knew how to express his emotions through dances and … well stripping. Nate felt that the purest way he could communicate was with his body. Was that healthy for him? The answer was obvious even though he would never admit it because it worked for him.
The other party seemed aware of his struggles by the long gaps in every sentence and silence that settled in the room. He decided to allow Nate to do whatever he felt more comfortable for himself and set the room.
“Present yourself”

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“Present yourself to me” Nate gulped at the command but he fulfilled the request nonetheless. He sat on the table elegantly as if he was sitting on a couch. HIs legs were wide open showing/ exposing himself on full display for the wandering eye of the man. He had been used to this kind of stares, the ones that were stripping him clean from the small clothing that didn’t even hide anything special that the normal person would feel deeply personal and private and sacred. For Nate's body wasn’t private it was like a painting in a museum. Exceptionally drawn, being hung on a beautiful frame where people come day and night just to admire this work of art. The painting was famous indeed but it's still just a painting. That painting was made to be observed, contemplated and brought joy. The difference between the painting and a rare pet in a zoo like the white peacock was mainly that the peacock is a living breathing creature that yes even though it seemed perfect it was mortal. This heavenly creature could die, could get old and should have thoughts on its own. Was Nate even aware of that fact? Probably yes, but just like everything in his life it was better to be oblivious because if you don’t think you have problems then you probably don’t have them.

Nate looked at the man, his pose learned and perfected throughout his expertise in the field.The guy surprised him by leaning into him closing the distance and oh boy was the man close to him. He was afraid even to breathe due to the men’s aroma invading his lungs. He noticed the perfume immediately- ’Spice bomb’. It wasn’t the most expensive perfume nor the cheapest cologne. Which was telling due to the fact most of the people that wore Louis Vuiton, Tom Ford, Guerlan were almost all the time just posers. They either used up an entire salary just to smell rich or it was a gift. He also caught the smell of his suit probably freshly out of the dry cleaning.

Nate panicked with how fast things were progressing, he wasn’t ready for what was about to happen. The man’s only inches away from his face. Nate should be happy,…right? He was about to be kissed which means that he is going to get extra money. He has done that hundreds of times. Nate should be used to it by now, but why was his heart beating so fast as if he is about to get his first kiss all over again. He felt his lower body go numb as he knew his legs would give out if he got up from that table and started walking only to fall in his arms.

To his surprise the man's beautiful lips missed his lips which surprisingly made Nate feel a bit frustrated. He assured himself that the feeling was mainly because he didn’t get the money from it, but why was his heart aching. Nate could feel the man’s hot breath on his ear. Such a small thing was able to send goosebumps through his entire body, from his head all the way down to his toes.It was surreal how such small sensations as this brought out such a big reaction from Nate. It was supposed to be the opposite.
Then the man started speaking. Calmly and formally, with yet again not a trace of any raw emotion.

“I think we are done for today” Nate couldn’t assimilate what the man was saying, he was simply too drunk/high on his aroma to concentrate. How could he when every breath touching his skin felt as if he was being penetrated further and further by him. His scent was inside his lungs, his blood and therefore in him. Which as much as he wanted to feel disgusted by his own thoughts he was…loving it more and more.

“See you later, Peacock.” He said as he moved away from Nate leaving him in complete and utter shock. Why did he react like that? Why was his body betraying him? And why did he feel so empty and alone when he left. He felt a throbbing pain in his chest. How could he be so drawn to a person that he had just met to the point of physical pain? Nate sat in the booth alone for a long time thinking how the person was just there.

Then the door opened and he felt the sickly sweet aroma of the club invading the booth and stealing all the traces of the man which made him frustrated. Till he realized why did he crave it so much
“Oh fuck!” He was addicted ..He wanted to slap himself in the face but he couldn’t. That face was his main asset. Nate stood up from the bar table and sluggishly dragged himself to the changing room. He wasn’t shocked when he noticed the time 3:50 am on the clock . After all, he started his dancing routine at midnight and at 1 am he was already called for the private session. At least he got to have a break from all the attention after his meeting with the mysterious guy.
Nate was exhausted and the thought of removing all the layers of makeup or the battle with his costume that awaited him made him even more tired. So he stayed 15 minutes more scrolling on his phone to kill some time to mentally force himself to get ready. The latex costume removal was hell where at several times he got the scissors ready at arms reach so he could cut this beautiful yet tough motherfucker. Luckily for it Nate decided to spare its life this one time.
He walked out of the strip club into the freezing cold night. He should have brought a warmer jacket but did he do it? Of course not! Because who would think, before dawn will be colder than after sunset? It didn’t matter in the end because he ordered an uber and after a painfully long 35 minutes spent talking with the driver about how “the government isn’t what it used to be”. (Whatever that was supposed to mean).

He was finally at his apartment at 5 am and went straight to bed. Oh how good the bed looked now. With its fluffy warm blanket and the cloud soft pillows that invited Nate to the bed like a siren singing sweet songs luring him in. Of course he couldn’t refuse it and dropped face down with hands spread wide as if to hug the bed. And he was out the moment his body hit the bed.

Nate opened his eyes to the light shining through his eyelids. He got up instantly to prepare for university in case he overslept again only to realise the sun shining through his eyelids turned into red indoor light that was probably from lit up candles. Where was he though? He didn’t light them nor did he even have candle lights in his apartment. He was on someone else’s bed, that was for sure considering it was 2 times bigger than his own and the bedroom was spacious with French windows and beige drapes with a matching rug. He looked around dumbfounded trying to figure out where he was.
The place was elegant, not that his place wasn’t, but this was on a whole other level. Nate caught a glimpse of his faint reflection in the window. His attention was suddenly shifted when his eyes laid on what exactly he was wearing. Nate was still in his white latex suit even though he clearly remembered taking it off. But that wasn’t all! He was wearing freaking bunny ears! But to make matters worse when he turned around he also saw a bunny tail that was attached to his suit…Great he was kidnapped by a fetishist.

The door opened and the same aroma from the club entered his nose and made Nate's knees go weak thus he dropped down on the soft carpet, his head looking up towards the man that he saw earlier. His body instinctively crawled to the man. Why did he act like that? What was wrong with him?! These were his thoughts till his mind went blank when he was on his knees between the legs of the man in front of him. Wait when did the guy sit and since when was there a chair? It made no sense but he stopped caring as he opened the man's thighs with his head slowly, first the left one rubbing his cheek like a feline on the dress pants. Then he did the same to the other till the man’s legs were wide open.

Nate licked a trail on the dress pants leading to the zipper where he stopped so he could tease around it and then tried to grab the zipper with his teeth. It took him a while but when he succeeded he felt a hand touching the back of his neck.Right now the only thing in his mind was to get even closer to that man, if it was even biologically possible. Nate wanted him, needed him and that was a new ground for him.
So he was led by his desires and his rationality was strapped to the back seat of his mind. His mind was hijacked by the whole presence of this heavenly sculpted piece of a man, his hair, his eyes, his protruding muscles that lay semi-hidden under his suit jacket, everything that was his. It was affecting the albino like a drug and sadly he was starting to turn into an addict. He caught the rim of the man's undergarments/pants with his teeth trying to set the beast free. And when he did it, he was flabbergasted, surprised and offended. This motherfucking monstrosity slapped him on the face. How dare it do that. Nate was ready to show it who was the boss. He gulped in anticipation and rested both of his hands on the side of the legs of the big sturdy man in front of him as a way to show that he wouldn’t be needing them to conquer it and get back his dignity.

At times like that Nate had the expression of a white girl tightening her ponytail in front of a challenge. Well he was whiter than her though? Why can’t he tie his hair like that? Yeah he was an albino, if he did he would look bald and shiny.
He decided to have a slow start just like with his dancing and then progress further and faster.
Nate trailed his tongue slowly along the man's shaft from the base to the tip. He expected to hear a moan or a stutter or anything like that but nope, nothing. But then he made the mistake of looking up to see the man. Oh boy was that a mistake, he looked so hot with his hand going through his dark brown hair as if he was hot and bothered and his eyes were looking at Nate with a clouded gaze. He decided to take it as a win so he wondered how much he could do with that beautiful piece of heaven in front of him. They met eyes and that was his reason to turn his attention back to the enormous shaft, teasing the tip slowly as he made another wet trail from the base to the tip but instead of teasing this time he took it in his mouth going as far as he could while bobbing his head. Right before he decided to start moving he almost yelped. Almost a yelp, because his mouth was already occupied. Nate at that moment realised that the tail that he wore wasn’t just for decoration when he felt the man pulling it out and then pushing it in.
It was a freaking butt plug with a tail attached to it. How did he not notice it till now? He continued sucking even though the task was getting harder and harder just like his own member that was now dripping with precum. Every time the guy pushed this ‘’decoration” further and further drove him closer to the edge and strangely the thought of choking on his dick while he was toy fucked by the same man was arousing as fuck. He was close, awfully close, when he noticed the tingling in his bottom belly. And suddenly just when he felt the start of it he felt a very similar hand that belonged to that godly sculpted man pushing his head shoving the man’s monstrous member down the back of his throat. Even though Nate was surprised by the sudden force and his gag reflex being pushed to its limit, his thoughts vanished as the most toe curling sensation hit him. He saw stars as he trembled in ecstasy feeling the waves of his climax overtaking him.

He didn’t realise when the long shaft had been removed from his mouth, he only noticed the wet substance dripping down his face. Nate looked at the man through a haze while panting like a dog. He tried to catch his breath but his mind was still lost in the subspace. Then he felt a strong muscular hand gently rub his cheek, it made him feel secure and loved.
“Good Boy”

Nate looked at the french window once again and he noticed an entirely different person looking back at him. That was him? He found it hard to believe. His perfect hair was a mess, his eyes were glazed and dilated, his skin was flushed and he looked very disoriented. Really? Was that really him?Probably wasn't.Probably it was someone hijacking his body and making him do all of this inappropriate lewd and oh so unrealistically sensual night.

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And it was surreal,eternal and magical because it didn't happen.The night that was filled with passion,fire and a bit of embarrassment never actually happened because the reality had to deliver her kick fast and hard awakening him from his much needed sleep.He looked around still hazed from the alarm going off.He looked over at his phone trying to concentrate his vision to see the small numbers on the screen and when he did sadly he wasn't surprised only miserable.It was 7.15 and he had to get up to attend his morning lecture.Nate looked at the ceiling for a minute contemplating whether he could just do his stripper carrier without torturing himself everyday like that.Because being a student and working a fulltime night time worker isn't healthy.Yes it is doable but can you walk out of it as healthy as you were before?Just like a hummingbird that needs to supply every single moment of the day so it can live and function.Yes it is the fastest, it is a magnificent little creature but alas forced to take everything it can get in order to live to see the next day.

Nate, just like a hummingbird not daring to get a break, left the warm embrace of his bed and dragged himself out of his bedroom tripping over his pant’s legs that he didn't pull up all the way. But he managed to go out by the time his first lecture started and arrived just in time…to be late to his second one.

He moved across the campus contemplating once again the thought of saying ‘fuck you!’ to everything and going home but after the second swirl he did around the entrance he finally entered with a sigh, as noone cared that a new face was added to the crowded lobby of the campus. He went inside his lecture only to interrupt the presentation of one of his colleagues.

He felt his heart drop in his stomach because of several factors: a)He was meant to present today. b)His class partner was presenting instead of him alone. c) He didn't do anything on the presentation except making the first slide with both of their names. Yes,Nate should have done his part but his partner wanted to schedule the project for early morning of 10 am which wasn't even that early but he couldn't manage to wake up in time for it every time he tried. It was the bar’s fault for arranging theme nights every weekend and on special occasions and unfortunately his partner was available only on the weekends. And it turns out his colleague forgot to remove his name from the presentation and now it's too late because the professor would discredit both of them for using someone else's work and/or for being unprofessional and mocking the type of institution they are in. Boomers and their dumb thirst for authority, respect and validation in everything they do. Well sorry Carl that your wife caught you with your ‘cousin’ that you forgot to tell her about for the last 10 years. Even more of a boomer thing was that his wife came to yell at him and it turned out it was his actual cousin. Guess Carl wanted to keep it in the family. He was hyper fixating on his moustache when he felt it and turned to see.

Oh, the death stare he got from his colleague. Powerful and unbeatable. Well the only equal thing could be If Medusa and the Death Star had a baby.
“And that was all of our presentation on ‘‘The benefits of travelling”. I am telling you to travel now because you don't know if you will be alive and well tomorrow.”

Nope, even the Mighty Snake Star Baby wouldn’t survive this. Oh, he is fucked, where is the beautiful man of his dreams to do him right now because he wouldn’t live to see another piece of that…that, well, in that moment will to live. He felt his desire to live skyrocket as his colleague came closer and he was furious. The contrast was incredible, his light blond hair and grey eyes clashing with his red angry face. Kinda looked like a strawberry shortcake. So the strawberry shortcake sat down and sighed, his murder expression softening gradually.

“I fucking hate this professor, he nitpicked every page. Like what the hell do ya mean that the photos are outdated? What do you expect? To fly specially to Peru to take pictures for HIS presentation on a shitty subject that's not even remotely close to what we are supposed to be doing? ” Nate was pleasantly surprised that his colleague wasn't furious with him and that he can live to see another day, to see if the size of the will that he saw in his dreams was accurate. Because if it wasn't , damn was he a dreamer. But if it was true, he would be a whole ass fighter!

“I am really sorry about me being absent most of the time and making you present all on your own. I know it's inexcusable so I won't even try to defend myself.” Nate whispered, mortified and wanting to repay him, because now, thanks to his colleague, he has one grade less to worry about.

“It was a big deal because i had to stay till late a lot buuutt… listen, I may have had plans with one of my friends tonight, payed plans, and it fell through so if you...maybe came with me, I will be merciful and I may not trash you in the group chat. ”
Nate got excited at first but then he quickly grimaced remembering Rabbit theme night at the club and how he was demanded to perform and how much stress it was giving him. Waiting for his rabbit undergarments to arrive was such a chore.
Huh, that was probably why he dreamed that he was in a rabbit costume.

“I really want to come, but I have to leave at 11 pm. Would that be alright with you? I am really really sorry. If you don't mind we can go another time when I don't have any arrangements and it would be totally my treat.” Strawberry shortcake grunted annoyed.
“First of all my dude stop apologising, it's alright. I also don't plan on staying there the whole night. I have to help my family with something so it's perfect for me.” Ah, crap, Nate said it so he could discourage him from going out tonight but he cannot back down now. Why did he want to go with him tonight so badly? What the hell is wrong with him?
Then it's settled! Oh by the way, at what time do you want to see each other then?

“Oh at 18 at the campus? Is it alright that I will drive us?” Well now that Nate got his will to live, he wanted to disagree but he may lose it even faster if he did.
“It's perfect” -ly not! He had 2 more lectures till 16, had to prepare his new outfit and squeeze a bit of time to sleep. Would 30 minutes be enough for him.It should be good enough?
His two other lectures passed…..well they were the only thing passing with him. He really put off his studying. Another day, another yell from his professor for mistaking the name of the subject. Hm, maybe 1 hour and something was affecting his thought process.

The rabbit costume finally came. All of the fights on the phone with the delivery company, all the threats he sent them were worth it. It's finally here in all of its glory. White fluffy bodysuit showing his beautiful well fit butt. He was proud of it because unless his studies resume he worked really hard on it to look good. He shoved it off in his backpack and rushed out of his apartment not doing his promised sleep time because he knew if he went to sleep for 30 minutes he would oversleep and be in debt to his colleague for the rest of his student life which with the way it was going- the end of his mortal life. While he waited he decided to pull out his phone and watch his dance routine for tonight again so he could prepare. He was so engrossed into it that he jumped when the loud car beeping startled him. His colleague must have arrived…That was a beautiful car. He wants to do it in that car. Wait… Why would he think such vulgar things!?

“Yo! Sorry for the wait,I had to clean my car first. It was a mess.” He said sheepishly and reached his arm to open the door for Nate. He still had the fear for his life.But these leather seats were singing to him to sleep on them and other things that would be far too inappropriate to share with his colleague.

“What d'ya think about my car? Isn't it sweet?”
“It is! Wow.” He was speechless, his mind was still running wild and he wanted to not talk much because he may blurt something out and turn the situation awkward. The rest of the ride was relaxing and with little to no conversations. The music from the radio was putting him slowly into a trance and the road being smooth enough for him to fall asleep right then and there wasn't helping him because it would have been embarrassing.
Nate didn't know if it was because of the lack of sleep or it was the alcohol with a can of red bull but going out of the car , into the bar, drinking ,and dancing melted into a one moment as if someone took a film and decided to leave only snippets. His head was hurting and the whole world seemed to move faster than him. Just like being on a rollercoaster everything around you moves, you cannot concentrate on anything.

The only thing is that there was no excitement, only the fear for your life and being in a place you cannot assure your safety. He felt like a doll being moved around against not having power to move or fight back with people around him flocking him only to dance with the new and exotic view in front of them.

Not asking if he wants. Just like always his looks and everything was once again objectified. And another blur.Someone was dragging him away from the dance floor.Nate couldn't focus on who it was and his eyes desperately searched for his colleague but he wasn't in his eyesight. He felt his feet numb, almost being dragged to the floor.The bright lights were blinding him and with the alcohol he felt nauseous.
Everything was so bright but at the same time so dark as if someone had upped the contrast on a photo. His eyesight was moving slower than his body and then it cut off. One moment he was basking in the club lights and in another he felt his body falling limp and his eyes were looking at a damp yellowish ceiling. He felt his heartbeat beat faster, even in this state his mind instantly recognised the danger. But it was late.
His body was limp, mind was too tired , his blood ran cold as if pure poison was running in his veins. His thoughts were racing but at the same time everything seemed so slow. As if to extend the punishment he was present to notice every small detail. The light flickering, the soft surface on which he layed.

The breathing pattern and the ever so curious hands of the devil. So cold like the air that he was dressed appropriately for.Was. The long nails tearing in his skin, the fruity perfume that forced its way in his lungs. Stopping his breathing made him feel as if he was choking.His eyes couldn't focus on anything except the light still flickering. Everything suddenly went quiet.
His mind finally lost connection to reality. The world around him turned into a blur. And felt so tired until he gained full consciousness and woke in an empty room. Alone in the dark. He shakily stood up and felt the rush of adrenaline and a need to throw up. He ran fast.

The fast movement with his intoxicated state only worsened his nausea. After he pushed thru people from crowds he pushed the outside doors. The cold air hit him once again. He threw up in the nearest trash can. He searched for his phone, slightly panicking what he was going to do if he was robbed. But luckily he saw it in his hidden pocket of his jacket. He checked the time hoping for the first time to be late for his work.

Because it is easier to find an excuse for your consciousness when you are already late than when it still hasn't come. He checked he really didn't want the time to be close to work. He prayed to have passed it but his heart sank when he saw that he still had 20 minutes before his work started. He felt a lump in his throat as he stared at his phone. He physically couldn't miss his work. His morals, being and soul weren't used to skipping work. It was against his being. He was more likely to drown in work than to miss it. Nate felt his vision going blurry from tears that threatened to spill. And he softly shaked.

Then he heard a voice call out to him. It was his collegue. That ran towards him.He sounded cheerful and happily slightly buzzed. But when His colleague neared him he stopped in his tracks noticing something was wrong.
\Zack please...get me home/ Nates felt his throat and it hurt and his voice breaking as he spoke that sentence into crying that he couldn't push back anymore. He never addressed his collegue by his birth name before. Which signaled something very wrong. Zack immediately got serious as he called a number on his phone. Nate assumed it was a cab. But he honestly didn't care, anything as long as he was home. Sooner and faster the better.

Zack tried to get close to him to check for injuries but didn't get the chance as he saw the slight flinch from Nate's. They sat on the curve of the road apparently waiting.
And then finally came a man, a bit older than them. With slight stubble looking a bit disheveled. He talked with Zack for a bit. Asking questions and then finally Zack handed him his keys. The man introduced himself to Nate as Zack's brother. But once again He didn't care. They got in the car.
Zack and his brother sat on the front giving Nate the needed space as they exchanged looks. Finally after 20 short minutes filled with derealization He was back home.

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Nate didn't remember how he went home after they dropped him off. Probably he was too out of it to pay any mind to it. It was a mind shattering evening for him. But life went on. He had university tomorrow. He had to explain to his workers what happened so that he missed work without any notice.

They wouldn't care about him or what happened. No, they would probably be glad that it happened. Now that he had allowed for it to happen they could use him for even more profit. Like the fucking cash cow he was to them. They would probably happen "If it already happened for free why don't you try to use it for profits" He felt disgusted for even thinking that. But he did work in a striptease bar and the majority of his coworkers were selling themselves. Why would it be a big deal for them? He remembered the horror stories was told and how they weren't aware the stories were not normal and the amount of abuse his poor work friends suffered his heart ached for them. Ached for what is about to become of him. His life was absolutely ruined.

Now that he thought about it. This wasn't something new. It has been heading this way since a long time ago. The moment he decided to work as a stripper in high school. He lied about his age but it's not like they didn't know. His workplace liked it because he was young and dumb and still was. The money was good. Too good to pass up the opportunity to have the best things in his class, to not have his parents giving him money.

He became self dependent since then. He couldn't live under their roof. So he chose the easiest way to make up. Easiest for the time that was. He felt so good, so high. The ability to go anywhere he wanted at any time. When his school mates were worrying about curfews he was in another country partying with his coworkers drinking tequila, hanging out with the hottest man and women on his shoulders whispering sweet nothings. He promised so many people to marry them on a first time basis. He was also promised that.
And yet he had never given any person what was stolen from him tonight.
Everything seemed so bright when he was new to the business. To his high-school self the money was astronomical. It still is. The thought that he could acquire a nurse's monthly salary in one night was disgusting for him. How he is not doing anything but shaking his pale butt and still getting more than the people that are putting their lives on the line.That are deserving it more then him

Maybe what happened today was justified. After all, he tried to do a dirty job without getting dirty. That was the karma. He wasn't paying his due in suffering.

He looked at the ceiling, contemplating everything that happened. Reliving it and deciding to just gulp it down like the first shot of alcohol you ever tasted. Bitter , burning your throat but still forcing yourself to finish it so you could take another and another and then to ....feel good? And in the end so you can throw it all up and pray that you don't have a hangover the next day. Basically forget until it's not relevant and after that then it's not important. But oh boy the need to throw up did not leave. He wondered for some time if it was safe for him to take his anxiety meds but he decided to not risk it after all he had to attend his next shift at least from the start sober.

Oh well that was life. He said as he removed his clothes so he could take a shower. He avoided all of the mirrors in his apartment before hopping in the shower. He usually loved looking at himself, dressed, naked half-half but today he didn't want to see himself or what was left of him anyway. After all if he closed his eyes it didn't happen. He stayed in the bathroom under the scalping hot water for hours dissociating. When he left his skin was red and he was smelling like all of his showergels.

He bellyflopped onto the bed and fell asleep immediately. He woke up the next day in the late afternoon. He thought it would be unbearable to get dressed and go to work with what happened but he felt fine. He felt like a machine was doing everything. His body was on autopilot, he didn't need to think or even be present to be able to go to work. How strange was the human body and mind. How a routine and a habit stays and operates when you feel out of control.

He got on a taxi and after arriving he stayed in front of the bar contemplating, It was strange he wasn't repulsed by it, quite the opposite he was feeling more at home there then at his place. He went inside and locked in. Of course right at the entrance he is stopped by his work colleagues about him missing in action. He got a lecture on how missing without a notice was an absolute no and if he wasn't one of the most desired workers he would be without a job immediately. He had to pay the bar for the missed shift though. That's so fucked up, just like him.
He clenched his teeth and drew a sharp breath stepping into "the changing rooms" which was just a curtain in the corner of the employee room. He removed each piece of clothing carefully. His eyes avoided the reflection in the mirror. He stopped midway when his hands tried to slid his shirt off tracing lightly his finger nails across his shoulders. It made him nauseous, sick to his stomach and at the same time he felt cold run through his blood from his ears all the way to his toes. His hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders as he swaddled himself tight as if to protect himself from that imaginary freeze. Nate stayed swaddled in his own arms for a couple minutes until he felt like the walls weren't closing in. He removed his hands and immediately he felt cold once again but he pushed all the thoughts to the back of his head. The flashing lights blinding him in the process of leaving the room. Looking himself through all the mirrors.

His eyes running from the hungry exploring eyes of his personified salary. He went to the bar before going on the pole. Seductively he leaned on the counter. The eyes of the beasts still focusing on him, interested, tempted but still stuck to their seats, frozen aware of the invisible wall between them. Nate might be a product but the conditions were set by him, and he reaped benefits. Just as he reaped the consequences of having this easy life, where he could buy anything, do anything, go anywhere and still have far, far too much to spare. Yeah he deserved all the good and the bad if he paid and earned from it. That was just a life of being wanted, accepted, envied, being a cheap dream. Other people paid with overworking themselves to death and he paid like this.

He turned himself on the counter now laying on his back and cycling with his legs. Slow and sensually rubbing them and crossing in each spin. His heels glimmered in the bar lights. Each crystal reflecting light made him feel as if he was holding the sum at his feet.

When he decided that the song was finishing he stood up from the bar getting a bottle of champagne. Strutting to the furthest pole. It stayed on a pedestal. He jumped on it while catching himself with his leg and his arm. His other hand was holding the bottle of course. He spun and in the blink of an eye he was now upside down. Both of his legs holding him tangled close to the ceiling and his hand still holding the bottle. He heard several surprised noises and some people praising him. He changed positions once again this time he was hugging the pole with his feet and with one hand still holding himself spinning. He removed the bottle cap with his teeth and he raised the bottle above his face and stared at it for a moment before he poured it all of himself with his tongue out. The bar had a room that the personnel cannot drink unless on a job eg; taking clients, lap dancing, or to get the clients to buy the most expensive alcohol .

So he found a nice loop hole. He poured the expensive champagne on his drenching his almost see thou fabric which now was fully see thou as he tried to catch as much alcohol as possible with tongue.Each drop was appreciated as it could help him numb whatever he was feeling to acceptable level. In the end the alcohol was not enough , his hair was sticking to his forehead, he felt the stickiness of the liquid overestimating him.

Well his dignity was no more when he decided to give himself that nice champagne shower so he decided to milk the situation to the fullest at least. People were already crazy applauding him for the stunt but he decided to level up his game as he seductively brought his hand to his face, licking it slowly and erotic making eye contact with his audience as he mimicked the speed of licking a more phallic object as he neared his fingers showing how great was his tongue.
Sliding between his fingers leaving a wet sticking trail between them. And then he took two of them in his mouth slowly looking, pushing them in and then out.
And when he removed them the room erupted with wild horny yells and their tables were stacked with the same bottle of champagne that he just poured all over himself. He went inside the employee room knowing that they wouldn't make him attend until he showered and removed all of the alcohol. He was stopped by his colleague.

"Hey, that was exceptional, great job, even I a lesbian woman, felt flustered when you did the hand in the mouth thing. How did you think about it?
"Nate smiled as he nodded and thanked her but left without answering her questions. He peeled all of his clothes that were now uncomfortably stuck to his skin and left the hot water to clean all of the dirt and nastiness left by the alcohol and the wandering eyes of the money. The money talked but they talked dirty.
He felt so much better after the shower but he knew that he had to go and individually perform for the people that he sold the idea of himself to.

He put on a new fancy outfit , this one was looser no longer tightly suffocating him. The exact opposite of this one was barely holding on his shoulders. It was so breezy and so easily removable that it also made it hard to believe it was a clothing piece and not a blanket thrown on him. When he saw it he low-key wished for the tighter safer one , not as easily removable and more secure, realistically it wasn't but for him ? It made him feel swaddled and safer. A false sense of comfort in a blanket of fear.
He walked slower this time to the entertainment floor. His steps were light as if he was afraid to put his weight on the floor and announce his presence.

It was easier earlier. He knew he would only be dancing on the pole. It always starts out tame. And then in the second half of the night they went and entertained clients individually. He tried to gulp down the fear but there was this ball in his throat as if he was about to cry or throw up. He had never felt so insecure, so open and naked. One step his heart raced in fear, two steps he felt a cold wave wash over him, third step his feet were so heavy feeling as if he was stuck to the floor.
And there was no fourth he was in front of the private boot. The red drapery mocked his cherry red loose dress as if to remind him that just like it he was just a mere decoration to this place.

He peeked in the room. Inside he was hit with the smell of THAT person. He was instantly reminded but he shook his head lost in thought. That wasn't important, he was just a client. Just like the rest. He wasn't a human to him, he was just like the others- walking salary with a scratch ticket with a chance to hit the jackpot THE sugar daddy. if he played his cards right. That was right, Nate shouldn't think about him as a human but as a job.
Nate put on his performance face on as he hopped and instantly sat on the knee of the incredibly dressed man that looked a bit sad. Well that was his own fault for not entertaining him properly to bring a perverted demented smile on his face just like the rest of them wore any time they saw him. If the guy was feeling guilty and sad then he didn't have a place here. Nate realized that his mind was already playing tricks on him by making him overthink and almost lash out. But just as he said earlier he had to entertain him.

He turned around straddling his knees between his legs as he inched closer to the face of Mr beauty. He had beautiful dark hair, he thought as he traced his fingers behind his ears, tracing a finger along his chiseled, and cupping his face with both of his hands. Bringing it closer to his face. Inching closer and closer till he could feel his breath gently touch his lips.

His eyes moved from the man's lips back to his deep brown eyes and then the realization hit him, what was he even trying to do. To actually kiss this person. Usually he only edged them by moving his head to the side, licking their cheek seductively. But tonight he actually caught himself going for the kiss. Without a thought on his mind. It was just like the last 24 hours never happened. He didn't know why he felt so calm, why the urge to throw up had disappeared. That idea scared him because his mind was illogical, he shouldn't be feeling this. This pull was surreal. It terrified him to know if this moment of temporary bliss didn't happen because of the alcohol and the next day he was going to relive it 10 worse.

But as he once looked inside his eyes he was once again captivated.

The clock ticked. He had to satisfy his client so he started dancing in his lap, his ass several times rubbing on his suit pants. As he sensually danced rhythmically mirroring the music. Then he turned around putting his hands on the side of the man's head, locking him in place as he pushed his barely clothed chest in his face.

Strangely, there was no reaction. He leaned back to look at the man again. He raised his hand and Nate flinched but a hit never came instead he felt his big cold hands brush past his ears and tangling in his hair. At first he thought that man was pulling hair kink but he was proven to be wrong once again. He started making circles with his hand slowly massaging his scalp, and then he used his other hand for the other side. Nate would have been so creeped out if he wasn't absolutely definitely strangely attracted to him.
He felt his hand slowly losing power in the grip he had on the wall while locking his client.

His shoulders were tired, his hands were aching from the intense pole dance he did earlier.

His heart was slowing its rhythm as he felt how one by one his body parts felt the mental and physical toll as he felt so sleepy.
The last 24 hours were so heavy on him. He was so tired of everything and that felt like a cure.

He felt safe as if he was once again 10 under his favourite Dino blankets in the chilliest winter he had ever had.
Washed over by the best sleep he ever had .