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He was exotic, the newest stripper was something different, the way he awkwardly tried to work himself around the pole had Jack eyeing him off like a piece of candy. He wanted the stripper and he wanted him now, he’d order an 50 hour lap dance if he could with the boy, his booty shorts clung to his toned ass nicely and the garters and stockings he wore with them had Jack almost drooling, along with the booty shorts the man had the hottest tattoo’s covering his side and it was doing things for Jack.
Slamming his now empty glass down, Jack stalked towards the controller behind the bar as the latter began to wrap up his pole dancing on stage.
“You,” Jack began pointing at the woman, who sent Jack a smug smirk. He was a regular in the strip club and when he was there it meant a dancer was going to leave rich. “Who’d you like tonight?” She queried.
“The new one, the one with the robotic arm send him over to daddy Jack.”
“Sure thing, hun,” she replied with a smug grin on her doll like face.
Winking at her, Jack made his way back to his seat and waited patiently for his new toy.
Sighing as he exited into the back room, Rhys glanced at himself in the mirrors that decorated the walls and quickly adjusted his hair, he was sweating and he hated working the stage because of that reason. He was obviously not made for sweating around the pole but getting naked on stranger laps sure, he was made for that.
“Hey Damian, Handsome Jack wants you, he’s the-“
“Extremely intimidating guy looking as though he wants to murder, that I have always worshipped... Got it, wh-what could go wrong?.” Rhys blabbered, he could already feel his stomach start to churn. Sighing to himself, he switched back into ‘Damian’ mode and sauntered out towards the man who sat at the table far away from everything else, eyeing Rhys off almost as though he wanted to fuck him on the spot and having Handsome Jack looking at him like that, made Rhys want to break the strip club rules straight away.
Remembering his training, Rhys slid in next to Jack as sexily as he could, still getting used to his attire and how it felt on him.
“I was told you wanted me, I’m Damian.” Rhys got to the point, staring at Jack, who scrunched his face up almost as though he was judging the lack of sexiness in that sentence.
“Geeze, ‘Damian’ shouldn’t you be flirting right off the bat not being so…so….normal.” Jack stated, emphasizing the fake name.
Sighing, Rhys straightened his back up and sent a cheeky smile towards Jack, “you see Jack, I don’t need the fake personality, because I am already charming without the fake. I can get anyone by being…me.” Rhys purred the retort with a hint of cheek in his tone of voice.
Rhys watched as Jack’s eyes racked over him as Rhys leant forward, Jack let a wide grin slip onto his face and a chuckle escape his lips.
“Oh man, where did they find you kiddo? I like ya already, you’re brutally honest and right now, that’s…That’s doing things to me.”
Trying to hold back his flush at that comment, Rhys knew he’d be able to get a lap dance out of this man if that sentence didn’t give it away, and with that in mind, Rhys moved even closer to Jack and began running his robotic arm up and down Jack’s arm soothingly, who stared back at him knowingly.
“How long have you been working here kid?”
“Two days.”
“Fuck, still nice and fresh, huh Damian? How many lap dances have you had?”
“Four so far but I feel as though I’ll be getting a fifth…” Rhys paused, and locked eyes with Jack confidentially who grinned back at him “…Tonight.”
“Oh fuck, pumpkin, I like your attitude I really do. But say that shit to every customer and you’re going to make them run, like just keep doing what you’re doing and fluttering your eyes all prettily and you’ll get dances from all the men. But me…I’m a bit harder to convince. After all I am Handsome Jack and I only take the best of the best…So with that said, Damian. Why should I take you into that back room and pay to get a lap dance from you? I mean I could get my cock sucked for less.”
Gnawing on his bottom lip at the question, Rhys slid his hand down to rest his hand on top of Jack’s who looked down at the action in a bit of shock, didn’t all the men do this move? Rhys thought.
“Time’s ticking cupcake,” Jack warned, snapping Rhys from his thoughts.
“First of all I am pretty good looking, I have nice legs, a semi nice ass , great hair and I am the only one here with cybernetics to spice things up, plus.” Rhys paused and leaned close to Jack’s ear to whisper, “I have a big dirty hero worship fetish for you. In fact I’ve touched myself tonnes of times to you.” Rhys finished, he could feel his entire face heat up at that, but he needed to seduce Jack, it was for the money he mentally told himself.
“Oh god, I am sinning so badly in my mind right now with you cupcake, so I tell you what. You give daddy Jack your real name, and I’ll let you lap dance me for an hour, makes you more money huh? And you can lap dance Handsome Jack, your hero.”
Rhys froze at that, he was told no matter what to never give out his real name, it was to stop him from being accused of prostitution and from fines if he ever did.
Swallowing thickly Rhys, tried to joke his way out of this, “okay…My name is…Jack,” he whispered huskily.
Snorting at that, Jack let a chuckle slip past his lips and stared at Rhys with nothing but amusement, “You wish your name was fucking Jack pumpkin, now fess up. I won’t tell anyone, I mean it’s your weekly income depending on this lap dance and name thing right now.”
Rhys gnawed at his lip looking at Jack, “risking my job doesn’t seem worth the money I’ll be getting out of this” Rhys retorted.
Huffing in more annoyance than anything, Jack reached for his hoister plucking his pistol from it and grabbed ‘Damien’ by the hair with his other hand and pulled him halfway across his lap before pressing the edge of his pistol to Rhys’s forehead.
“This started off really cute and all, but you are boring me kid and I just want a name and you better tell the truth. Or bye bye to you, I’ll get away with it too because y’know I am Handsome Jack.” Jack growled out causing Rhys to gulp and begin to shake, he was not trained to handle this, nodding mutely at Jack, Rhys almost bolted when he was released…Almost.
“Rhys….That’s my name.” Rhys croaked out, moving himself away from Jack who glared at the gesture but remained silent about it.
“Your parents must have hated you, Reese.” Jack chuckled out, causing Rhys to pout and bite his tongue from all remarks he was currently thinking of, if it weren’t for the money or the possibility of being killed he would have snapped long ago.
Standing up, Jack brushed off his clothing and eyed Rhys expectantly, “lead me to the lap dances cupcake," Jack demanded waving his pistol at Rhys who quickly and clumsily raced to his feet.
Tucking his pistol away, Jack let Rhys lead him appreciating the sight in front of him.
“What can I do for you hun?” the plump controller asked cheerily.
“Lap dance for an hour with this fine thing, thanks. C’mon” Jack interjected snatching Rhys and leading him away from booth, before Rhys could collect his 60% of the money.
“Show me what you got sweet thing, and don’t take too long with showing me the package…I’m an impatient man, okay Rhysie?” Jack practically threatened.
Nodding at the man, Rhys began to slowly dance, running his hands up and down his body erotically as he moved to his shorts and slid them down his long slender legs, kicking them off. Rhys turned around and bent over reaching for his toes so Jack could get a full view of Rhys’s ass and the small g-string that he was still wearing.
“Oh yeah baby, this is…This is great kitten.” Jack encouraged, amused at how awkwardly Rhys moved with his lanky body.
Looking over his shoulder at Jack, Rhys straightened up and moved to his g-string and stripped that down so all of his shaved bits were out on show. ‘I am naked in front of Handsome Jack right now’, his mind basically squealed, keeping his cool however, Rhys turned to face Jack and moved to straddle Jack who smirked up at him.
Jack moved to run his fingers along Rhys’s torso tracing the bright blue tattoo that covered half of his body with nothing but intensity burning in his mismatched eyes. “You like it?” Rhys purred, moving his arms on either side of Jack’s head to cage the man in, licking his lips Jack looked directly up at Rhys “I am taking you home Rhys and I am going to fuck this gorgeous body.”
“I can’t-“
“I don’t give a fuck about the rules, if you get fined I’ll pay it.”
Swallowing thickly, Rhys nodded, he couldn’t argue with the man especially not Handsome Jack, Handsome Jack had to have anything he wanted even if it was Rhys right now. With that in thought he continued his lap dance and allowed Jack’s hands to travel dangerously close to areas clients couldn’t touch.
When the dance was finished, Rhys’s knees were killing him, he stood up at the controllers signal and watched Jack stand up and straighten out his clothing, “meet me at the front and consider this shift over you’ll come with me,” ordered the latter.
“S-sure.” Rhys shakily replied, beginning to pull up his g-string and shorts on over his garter and stockings, once adjusted, Rhys collected his money and stalked towards Jack who stared back like a predator at him.
“Now, come give me a real lap dance except on my dick.”