Thread: Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

Time was never a matter for Belial, the blonde beauty having all a stripper could want. One of the best beds, the nicest room, the most expensive clothes. Despite his gender, he was one of the stars of their little show. For men that didnt usually go for other men, he dressed femininely to please them, for some the didnt care either way he would dress in just normal stripper clothing, and had even found himself dressing like a rough and tough boy once for a rather interested customer. He did it all, because you couldnt work in this business without that kind of a mindset. Despite being one of the more popular dancers in the club, Belial had one show a day, to keep the demand for him high, and it only lasted about thirty minutes, or longer if perhaps he got interested in someone. Most of the other girls had longer shows simply to get them out there, but Belial made enough money just staring down people with his blue hues, glistening almost constantly with excitement. The boss came down that specific night though, looking a bit excited himself. Short and stubby, with a comb over and puffy cheeks, Alvin hobbled his way into Belials room, the male applying some blush to his naturally pale cheeks. Bel, baby, are you ready for tonight? Its gonna be big! We got some big spenders up front, try to ooze something out of them so maybe theyll become more frequent here. I got you a new outfit, just for this occasion, check your closet. I put it in while you were freshening up in the loo. Smiling like an idiot, Alvin walked over and him and Belial shared a cheek kiss, before with a slight wave, he left the room. Compared to the male sitting front and center before the stage, Belial was slight and girlish, lithe form moving gracefully over the hard wood floors. Hed gotten so used to all the pole movements that he never had to worry about rear planting on the floor, something he had done as a newbie. I wonder what he got me this time Belial murmured to himself, sighing softly as he headed to the closet. Inside there was a red corset, and a shirt that was tight, but mimicked one of those dress shirts you always see the hot girls wearing in movies. It reached just above mid thigh, hugging his form almost like a dress, with buttons so he could remove it and reveal the corset. It was baby blue, compared to the fire red under garment. There were some white knee high socks, and a pair of red silk panties. It was a bit of an odd assortment, since Alvin had some odd tastes compared to Belial, but he himself felt it would be an eye catcher. After dressing, he heard his cue music and watched from back stage as the lights dimmed to a near pitch black. Strutting slowly onto the stage, he found himself with his back to the pole, hands behind his back holding the cold metal tightly. A spot light shone, blond locks glistening in it, and slowly he unbuttoned one button. There were a few cheers from the crowd, but he couldnt tell quite from where. He needed to woo those people up front, or Alvin would have his head. He inhaled slowly and then walked the stage, as if examining the crowd. Then he stopped at one of the men in the front, one of those men, although he didnt seem like the big boss, and slid down so his feet were hanging over the stage, one on each side of the males lap. He leaned close and bit the mans ear softly, whispering, Call me Bel. Giggling, he stood and walked back to the pole, unbuttoning a few buttons until the corset was visible, looking up as a few more cheers roared through the dark room, the only real light the spot light that followed Belial everywhere he went. The blonde laughed, a chime like sound filling the air, before he quickly removed the first article of clothing, the music changing from a slow, easy beat, similar to jazz, to something faster, Belials movements matching the pace. At this rate, hed have tons of money, already seeing men throwing it at his feet, calling him to them, though he stayed with his back to them, gripping the pole and only ever rarely looking in one direction behind him for so long.