JONATHAN

I felt an angry mood coming over me as I stomped into work. My jaw still hurt like h*ll and I was already exhausted. I had three part-time jobs, but this one was my least favorite. It paid the best, though, so I couldn't just give it up. My first job was a shift 2-4 at Applebee's, my easiest and least paying job. From 4:15-8:30 I worked at the car mechanics. That was the most tiring one, but it was my favorite. Sadly, my night didn't end there. From 9-2 in the morning I worked at a club. Not just any club, but a f*cking exotic club. But I was just a waiter, occasionally working at the bar.

As I approached the main desk, I saw my least favorite coworker- Henry Pathaway, a skanky bast*rd that despised me. He sneered at me as I pushed past him, heading to the back to get in my uniform.

    I pulled my showy outfit out of its little locker and headed towards the bathroom. The club was about to open and I was cutting it close today. As I strutted to the men's room, I intercepted by my friend, Macy, who usually danced on the poles. He was looking quite desperate as he clutched to my shirt.

    "Jonathan! I need your help! Please!" He cried, hugging onto me like a blood-sucking leech.

"Macy, I'm not giving you a handjob. Or doing whatever 'sexy' thing or poses to satisfy your weird fetishes," I said flatly, since he asked me for these things on a regular basis, which I always denied, of course.

"Nooooo! Jonathan, it's not that! I-I can't dance t-t-tonight!" He cried miserably.

"What? And why does this concern me?" I looked down at him as his tears soaked through my shirt.

"M-my boyfriend i-i-is supposed to t-take me out t-tonight, but I c-couldn't get any o-one to cover for me!" He sobbed.

"Calm down! I'm sure you can explain to your boyfriend that you have to work at the club tonight," I patted his back.

"I can't! He d-doesn't know I'm a s-stripper! I need y-you to cover f-for me!" He cried crazily.

I froze. Dancing on the poles wasn't my specialty- I really had no experience with it whatsoever. But Macy was clearly distressed, he was even dressed up for his date in a cute little pink skirt and a white lacy blouse and he looked adorable. No homo, though.

     "Macy- I don't know... I don't even have the uniform required for it... And I'm supposed to wait people today..." I chewed on my bottom lip nervously.

     "Thank you! You know I love ya! And wear mine!" He knew I would say yes anyways and he pecked me on the cheek before skipping off to who knows where.

    I huffed as I slumped back to the lockers. I shoved mine back in my tiny compartment and cracked open Macy's. I breathed in sharply as I examined the skimpy outfit. All it was was a silky black short short short skirt that was really only about three inches long and a pair of fishnet leggings. It came with a bow tie and I groaned. This was going to be a long night.

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As I stepped out onto the stage, I could fell at least half a dozen eyes on me. I strutted to my pole in the most seductive way possible, which was a lot harder than you would think.

As my hands grasped the pole, I pulled myself up, extending my legs into a ballerina-like pose in the air. I flipped myself around, spinning on the pole. I slid farther up the pole, using my arms to extend my body out, wrapping my one foot around the pole. I slipped back down it, my feet touching the ground. I twisted my feet up it, my fingers grazing the floor.

I could feel my skirt coming up, showing off the ridiculous red jockstrap I was wearing beneath it. I could hear a few boots and wolf whistles coming from the crowd, but I just focused on the task at hand.

I moved slowly, trying to look sexy as I moved up and down the silver pole. I smirked to myself as I saw dollar bills fluttering down at my feet. I knew I could put on a show, I just usually didn't want to. As I performed an impressive and difficult leg position, I could literally hear someone yelling their number at me.

I felt a droplet of sweat race down my brow, my body tensing as I glanced at the pole dancer beside me. He had the soft golden locks like Alistair, and for a second, I thought it was Alistair. But no, it was just some other blondie who enjoyed pole dancing. My heart skipped a beat at the thought, though. Alistair's lewd body strewn across a pole, his hips swaying as he moved like a snake around it. I almost moaned at the fantasy playing in my head.

I missed a step and almost fell when I realized what I had just been doing... Having erotic daydreams about Alistair King...

I pushed all thoughts of him away, but my aching boner remained. I clamped my eyes shut as I continued to dance. I swirled around on the pole, working as hard as I could to make sure no one saw my hard-on.

     Before I knew it, it was 2 am. I let out a relieved breath as a huge, muscular guy sashayed over to my pole to take my pole. As I gave him a smile of thanks, he smirked before slapping my äss. I squeaked, sending him furious glares as I stormed off to the locker room.

     As I ripped open my locker, I let out a groan of frustration. My clothes weren't there. My breathing was ragged as I searched everywhere. They were simply gone.

     I looked down at the skimpy uniform I was wearing. I would have to wear it home and bring it back tomorrow... I hated life. I really did.

    As I shoved my way out of the club, I took a deep breath of the fresh outside air. I felt it fill my lungs and I was instantly calmed. I attempted to tuck my hands in my pockets when I realized I didn't have pockets. Annoyed, I slipped my thumbs under the elastic band that held my skirt up.

     I was on my way tromping my way home when a familiar, silky voice stopped me, stopping my heart along with it.

     "Jonathan? Is that you?!"

$$Hey guys! That's right, Jonny boy is a stripper... I don't know how to feel about this chapter... I feel like it was too sudden... I might take it down and post another one, but it's up to you guys. Tell me what you think! I love you all and thanks for all the support! Also, I took this picture of my eye, and was completely shocked by it and I wanted to show you guys: