A special thanks to cw94 for editing this story for the true writer and I.
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Lucian puffed out his slick chest a little as he looked at himself in the mirror. He put on his glitter eye shadow above his eyes and darkened his eyeliner. People around him were hurrying around; he kept looking at himself in the mirror as he went and got his skin-tight dark blue sailor top. It has a little white collar around the neck and a red die dangling down. It didn't cover his whole torso; it came down to right above his belly button. He went into his dressing room and put on his shorts that came up to the bottom of his butt. He tied on his biker boots and made sure that he it was all spick and span. He went back out and looked in the mirror as he began teasing his hair, his jet-black hair stood on its end as he stiffened it up with hairspray. He stood up and smiled as he looked at himself.
Lucian was about 23, he dropped out of high school, never went to college, but he always dreamed of being something bigger then he was. He was 5'6, skinny and lean; he had bright blue eyes and dark black hair. He had a tan color ton to his skin, his lips were perfect - or so everyone told him -- and they always curved into a slight smile at the tips. He looked around at the other guys and crossed his arms. Lucian has been working at Glitter Craze for about 2 years. It was mostly a women's strip bar, but on Friday nights it was all about the men. The music began to play as a few men walked out onto the stage. Lucian sat back down in his chair "You are more than this..." he said softly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He felt a tap on his shoulder and was quickly brought out of his trance as he looked up to see Mark, the owner.
"You're up next" he said as he walked away. Lucian got up and began walking toward the stage as one song ended and another began. He walked out onto the stage; the music began pumping through his veins. The spot light burned into him; the light reflecting off his smooth skin. He went up to the front of the stage as he grabbed the pole. The pole was very cold; nobody worked in the front except him. A few men began to cheer as the men behind Lucian began to dance; flexing their toned abdomens in time with the music as persistent smiles, and occasional flirty winks adorned their faces. Lucian closed his eyes as his body started to ebb and flow to the music. But he opened his eyes back up halfway through the song to see a man at the front of the audience looking up at him. Lucian looked back at him as he kept dancing. Gripping the pole tightly. The man looked young, at least 20, Lucian walked over to the man and pushed him back into his chair with his boot. He jumped off the stage and put his hands on the man's neck.
The men around him began cheering, "Wow, you got him off stage?!" one said, in amazement.
"Lucky bastard!" another chanted.
The man looked at Lucian and smiled. Lucian bit his lip gently and smiled as he began rubbing his hands down the man's body. The man wiggled as he watched what Lucian's hands were doing. Lucian slipped his body onto the man's lap holding onto his neck tightly and kissed the side of the man's neck lightly. The music played as the man looked at Lucian. Lucian bit his lip a little harder as he felt the man's hands run down his thighs. The man put his soft lips gently on the side of Lucian's neck. Lucian held onto the man's neck a little tighter and moaned playfully.
