He Devil

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Dean POV

When I walked into the sketchy building there was a raised platform stage in the middle of the floor with a large pole running through the middle.

There were different colored bright lights shining on the stage getting ready for whoever was performing next. I took an empty seat in the front row as I waited for the show to start.

A lady in a skimpy shirt and tank top walked over and offer me a beer which I graciously accepted.

I had just come from a long day at my uncle Bobby's mechanic shop and I was here looking for a quick hookup not to mention it was my eighteenth birthday.

The lights dimmed and I got ready to see the busty woman who was about to walk on stage. I heard there was a new performer today and I was dying to see who it was.

Even though I'm just turning eighteen I had a fake ID so I come here all the time.

I was confused when I saw a guy walk on the stage, I had seen guy strippers on the side stages before but never on the main one before.

When I was about to get up and flirt with a girl I saw sitting at the bar, the performer on stage and I locked eyes and I couldn't help but keep sitting and staring.

The man was wearing tight spandex tights no shirt and a bright red dog collar. His hair was turned up in all sorts of ways and he had the bluest eyes of anyone I'd ever seen.

As soon as he got to the front of the stage people started throwing money onto the stage.

I held up a twenty dollar bill and the man took it with his teeth and I had to admit that turned me on.

I didn't know why I was having these thoughts, I am straight and always have been.

About halfway through his performance, a lady came out on stage with him. She hooked a leash onto his collar and he started grinding up against her.

Bye the end of the performance I was in awe it was the best performance I'd ever seen and that's saying something.

After some time the man and woman walked off stage and I couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment.

I got up and went to the bar where I attempted to flirt with a busty brunette woman i think her name was lily or Lisa or something like that.

The whole time that I was shamelessly flirting, the only thing I was thinking about were the man's blue eyes and I decided I had to do something.

I went up to one of the bartenders who was flirting with this guy.

"Excuse me," I said urgently which made her head turn.

"What can I do for you hun" she responded with a wink as she made her way over to were I was standing.

"Should you mind telling me who the performer on stage was?" I asked. She looked at me with a wide grin spreading across her face.

"With one the male or the female," she asked but I'm sure she already knew which one I was talking about.

"They guy," I said nervously.

"Oh, his names Emanuel, there he goes now" she responded pointing towards the crowd.

I thanked her and walked over to where she was pointing to find Emanuel flirting with some girls.

"Hey, Are You, Emanuel," I said as he turned his body to face me.

"Yeah, how old are you, you look a little young to be in here," he asked curiously.

"I'm eighteen" I replied "today is actually my birthday"

"Happy birthday," he said and I couldn't help but smile. A man walked over to him and whispered something in his ear.

I could see his eyes flash with anger before returning to normal.

"Sorry, I have to go," he said as he walked away from me and went with the man.

I figured it was about time for me to leave so I drunk one more beer then hoped into my 1967 Chevy Impala also known as my baby and started driving home to my one bedroom apartment.