I counted the bills that had been left on the counter in my room. 800 bones, I thought. I may have to go over tonight. My usual was around 1,000 dollars per person. I must not have satisfied this guy enough. I wasn't in too much of a receiving mood right now anyways.
I got dressed again (and by 'dressed' I mean back into the outfit I was given) and walked out of my room. I was immediately met with the sound of the music in the club and flashy strobe lights.
   I should probably explain this; I'm a prostitute / stripper. I'm owned by a club called The Palace. I have been since I was fifteen. I'm twenty-one now. I live here with the other whores and make my money by having sex. Sometimes I meet people that I wouldn't mind getting to know, sometimes people like me and try to hook up. Usually people pay me for my dick and leave once we're done. I don't mind it; last time I was in an actual relationship, it resulted in a baby and a lot of harsh words. That's why I took to prostitution in the first place.
I'm one of the waiters for The Palace. I'm the one that you can get blowjobs and such from. There are several others too, but I'm the only male that lives here that is one. Because I live here, I'm also free game for any of the other dancers and the pedo-pervs that own the place. So I'm never bored, I guess you could say.
I walked out into the club, wanting to enjoy my freedom while it lasted. There's another thing; I'm also the manager's private pet. He only lets me out to mingle on my own sometimes. I walked over to the stage, which was empty right now, except for two girls just finishing on the poles. That sounds like it would have been simple, right? Not when you're a guy with a nice ass and a big dick wearing a thong walking by groups of people. I kept getting pulled aside for lap dances, and by the time I had reached the stage the girls were off to the side watching the new batch of dancers and I had gained 200 more dollars.
One of the girls off to the side saw me as I walked over.
   "Hey Bird," She said, trotting over to me. That was my stage name; my real name is Roben. Well, first it was a nickname, but now customers call me Bird so.
   "Hey Fox," I smirked at her. Fox wasn't her real name either. We call her that because of her bright red hair. She had it up in an elaborate half-down braid today, strips of it down to cover her nipples. She has tape over them anyway, but when her hair is over them it seems more seductive. She was also wearing a thong, as were the rest of the girls. She's been my friend with benefits for the past six years, since I started working here. Mainly because we were paired for a scene my second day.
I leaned up next to her against the wall and watched the girls on the poles. "How has pole dancing been?" I said to her. She had only recently started pole dancing; normally she was a menu option. (For context, the 'menus' had things like lap dances and what The Palace calls "three hours of heaven"; basically, have sex with a stripper of your choice. Of course, THH costs a ton more than the lap dances.)
"Pretty good," Fox said. "Tips nicely. I'd say you should try it, but I think customers have enough fun fucking you already." She elbowed me playfully, and I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, mind you, I get a lot of money being a prostitute."
   "Yeah yeah," Fox smirked. "Then you blow it on drugs. And if I may say so, I don't blame them for enjoying it." She ran a finger down my sternum. I groaned at her.
"C'mon," I said. "Don't get me horny now!"
She chuckled at me. "Fine, I'll leave that to your next batch of customers," she said, pointing behind me. I turned around and saw the doorman directing people over here. Well, time to get ready for a show.

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"Harder!" The girl under me moaned. I let out a groan and obeyed to the best of my ability. How much harder does she think I can go?? I thought, humping her as hard a I could without tiring out too easily. I do need to have enough energy to do this again at least five more times tonight. The girl moaned louder when I accelerated. I felt her walls tighten around my dick and I groaned again, this time in pleasure. I began to throb inside her when she started screaming.
   "I'm close!" She said, tightening more and making me groan again. She suddenly released me and came. Upon her release, I moaned loudly and came into my condom.
"Thanks baby," I murmured into the girl's ear. I pulled out to take off the condom, tying it before tossing it in the trash can. The girl lay on my bed for a second longer to calm down before sitting up. She got off the bed and stumbled, falling back to sit on the bed. I smirked and went over to help her up, holding her arm until she steadied.
   "Thanks," she smiled.
   "Yeah," I said. "You good to stand without help?" Maybe you shouldn't have told me to fuck you that hard.
   The girl nodded. "Yeah, Thanks."
   I helped her get her clothes and get dressed, then she left. I walked over to the counter in my room and counted through the money the girl had left. I smiled to myself. Newbies always pay well.
Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Bird?" A male voice said through the door.
   "Yeah?" I replied to the man.
   "You decent?"
   "Yup," I said, putting the money in the drawer in the counter and making a mental note to put it in my vault later. The door opened and the doorman walked in, immediately stopping upon seeing me.
"Bird! When I asked if you were decent I meant did you have clothes on!"
"Oops," I smirked at him, turning to face him. "In that case, no."
The doorman sighed and mumbled something about prostitutes and nudity. "Just put something on! I brought guests."
   I peered around him to see these guests. There were three of them; two girls and a man that looked like he would rather be anywhere but in a strip club. The seemingly older of the two girls was holding the man's hand and they both had matching rings, so I gathered that they were a wedded couple. The other girl was absolutely gorgeous. She had dirty blonde hair (but more blonde than brown) and blue eyes, with fair skin. She wasn't short, but she was at least 3 inches shorter than me. Her face was beautiful, as was her body. I managed to keep my attraction to her in check so it didn't show on my face, observing the trio.
"Who're they?" I asked the doorman, pushing him aside to walk closer to them. As you may have guessed, I don't care if people see me naked. The girl holding the guy's hand smirked and nudged the other girl with her elbow, giving her a suggestive eyebrow-raise. This gained an adorable blush from the blondie, and she averted her eyes.
   "Guests, Bird," Doorman said. "And ones that aren't here to check out your dick, so you can put it away."
   I laughed at him, walking over to my discarded clothes on the floor. "You're funny." I bent down and grabbed my sweatpants, slipping them on. "You know, I'd think that you would want to see the effect of the steroids you pumped into me when I was thirteen." Oh yeah, forgot to mention; when I was first bought by The Palace they decided that my genitals weren't big enough so they pumped me full of steroids. Turns out, I would've been fine, I just hadn't gone through puberty yet. So now I have an eleven-inch-when-erect dick and have to tuck every day. Thanks, steroids.

('Tucking' in this case is literally a man (or woman, mtf) pulling their penis back between their legs. With tape.)

   Doorman rolled his eyes. "That isn't my fault." He said. "It was Beast's."
   "You make a fair point," I said, walking back over to them. "So why are they here and why do you need me?"
   "You probably know Rose, or have at least seen her," Doorman gestured to Blondie.
   "I think so," I said. "Pole dancer?"
   Rose nodded. "Yeah, used to be."
   "These two are friends of hers," Doorman indicated the couple. "I was introducing them to people. Also, you and Lisa are scheduled for a scene in ten minutes."
"Shit!" I promptly dropped the sweatpants from my body and grabbed my scene outfit, putting it on hurriedly. I then gently pushed by the group in my doorway and ran off towards the scene rooms. "Close the door when you're done!" I told Doorman over my shoulder before disappearing into a room.

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First chapter! Sorry this took a while. I'll try to keep a consistent updating schedule. Feel free to comment any thoughts, or PM me if you'd like!
The photo linked at the top is Jey.
~~Snake Eyes