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Tony propped himself up from the bed and weighed his options, but it didn’t really need much consideration, “five thousand dollars cash, and everything paid for.”
“You got it.” The millionaire drawled, and pulled Tony down for another kiss. His bulge was an obvious invitation, so being the goody little hired hooker he was, he left trails of kisses on Tiberius’ chest, abs, and finally landed on the cock. Tiberius was eager, pressing Tony’s head down as soon as he could feel his lips against his tip. The sudden move made Tony wince, but quickly adjusted and began bobbing his head. Salty semen filled his throat in a moment’s time, he hummed and circled his tongue to capture the liquid oozing out the tip and smirked when Tiberius sighed in comfort. It was all too easy.
Two weeks earlier
Tiberius Stone was loud wherever he went, accompanied by an entourage of friends and security guards, he made sure to capture everyone’s attention, throwing money around like it was nothing to him. Soon a swarm of dancers surrounded him like cats in heat, Tony was no exception.
It would be shocking to say that a year ago Tony was struggling to make ends meet when the opportunity to be a dancer fell on his lap. As in a letter on the strip club sign actually fell on his lap when he was enjoying a hard earned hot dog. He spent the day chasing after the money he was owed from a freelance hacking job, and the bastard only managed to pay him half of it. It was already a shitty day, and the pain on his thigh pissed him off even more. He shot up from his spot, and stormed inside the club.
“Are you here for the interview?” A guy mopping the floor said, stopping Tony in his tracks.
“Uh…” Tony was a little confused, and held up the letter, ready to unload. But the guy cut him off, “ah, guess the superglue didn’t work. The office is that way.” He walked up to Tony, and took the sign off his hand, and pointed to the back. It was time to explain, tell him that shove the superglue up his ass, and maybe punch him in the face. But Tony was not following his brain, instead he found himself knocking on the closed door. And from that day onwards, he had a full time job.
On his first day he didn’t even know how to stay on a pole. But after weeks of practice and the encouragement from his coworkers, he finally started earning decent tips and even started having his own regulars. Now he was swaying his hips, leaning on the pole to flaunt his ass to the lustful crowd. But he only had eyes on one man to secure his earnings for the night.
When his performance reached the end, he crawled towards Tiberius and took the Benjamin Franklin between his fingers with his lips.
“What’s your name, pretty?” Tiberius smirked, used to this kind of attention.
“Tony.” He smiled sweetly, tucking the bill in his corset, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
The blonde didn’t answer, his eyes violating every inch of Tony’s body. “Buck,” he called out, eyes still locked on Tony. A man in a black on black suit approached from behind and took out a wad of cash for him. Brown wavy hair covered his face, but Tony could still make out a chiselled jawline. He tilted his head, curious to see the rest of his face, and wasn’t disappointed when he met a pair of piercing blue eyes. They locked eyes for moment, and Buck stood up straight without any change to his expression, and moved to the back. Tony’s interest vanished instantly when Tiberius waved the cash in front of his eyes, “come with me.”
The anxiety inducing music sounded loudly in his ears, and he could barely hear what Tiberius was saying. But he smiled and nodded anyway, and went to work.
“Take a seat,” he said, shoving Tiberius back onto the couch, and licked his lips, “this one’s on the house.”
Figurative speeches was key to make them feel special, and highly rewarding since it gets the men going easily and practically hand over their money like an offering. It was taking the same effect with Tiberius who was already eying the people behind them to shower them with money. Straddling the man, he kept his routine simple and to the point. Tiberius could not take his eyes off him, hands hovering respectfully, but still slipping a squeeze on Tony’s exposed ass when opportunities arose. Tony ran his hands down Tiberius’ chest seductively at the end, smiling when he felt Tiberius tuck some more cash in the thong that barely covered anything. That probably secured him a new PC, he thought, and got up with the pretence of reluctance.
“Where are you going?” The blonde looked up and captured his wrist,
Tony gave him a sweet smile and palmed his cheek, “don’t worry, I’ll be back.” He lied. It was already the end of his shift, and he got what he wanted. The other dancers will show up later and take his spot and soon he will be forgotten. He took off his makeup in the back, and changed into a warmer outfit. His uber was still trying to find a driver for him, so he sat leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.
“That guy was so down bad for you!” Loki exclaimed when he entered the makeup room. He was one of the most popular dancer in the club, earning a lot more than everyone else.
“Everyone’s down bad for me Loki, that’s not news.” He retorted without looking up from his phone.
“Well, apparently he’s been looking for you, are you sure you don’t wanna just pick up an extra shift?”
Tony smirked at that, feeling a little triumphant, “no thanks, I have a day off tomorrow and I wanna get home early.”
“He’s a big spender for sure, Clint’s gonna have a field day with picking cash off the flo—”
“Yes my uber’s here, toodles!” Tony ignored the rest of what Loki was saying, flinging his duffle bag on his shoulder and went out the back. It was cold and foggy, but thankfully the uber was already turning the corner. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, and began making way towards the pick up spot.
“Wait.”
Tony looked behind him, it was blue eye Buck.
“Can I help you?” He asked alarmingly.
“My boss wants to give you this.” It was a business card with the name ‘Tiberius Stone’ printed on the front. He didn’t need to guess what it was for. Propositions like these weren’t new, and Tony never agreed to any of it no matter how much incredible stories his coworkers shared with him. Mostly not wanting to sacrifice his day offs, but also the men were just so ugly. But… he mulled over invitation. Tiberius Stone was different. He wasn’t ugly, he was young looking, and he had money. It was very tempting, but habit made Tony hand the card back to Buck, “what makes him think I’d call?”
“Good night, Tony.” Buck remained expressionless and retreated when the car pulled up. Tony stared at his back, card still in his hands.