When one thinks 'strip club,' they think something along the lines of big-breasted girls in skimpy outfits with male patrons tossing dollar bills onto the stage as the girls danced around their poles, clicking their clear heals against linoleum and sliding their panties down their legs as the men hooted and hollered. You thought seedy location, and an even seedier manager, probably an overweight man somewhere in his fifties with a habit of calling the strippers his 'dolls,' and also a habit of trying to bed these 'dolls' at least twice a night.
Now when one thought of Logan Mitchell, they thought something completely opposite. Logan, though he was twenty three years old, had never stepped foot anywhere near a strip club, never even thought about shoving a dollar down some random girl's panties for a quick lap dance, a quick little rub against his crotch to get him off for the night. Logan never needed it. He'd never been one to touch himself, always too absorbed in his studies and his future to even think about sex. The only reason he'd ever lost his virginity was thanks to a drunken party in college with an equally as drunk co-ed named James. It'd been an embarrassingly quick fuck to say the least, the rumored 'whiskey-dick' not showing up for Logan that night.
He and James managed to stay friends for the four years he was in college, even hooking up again every now and then simply because James was always horny and Logan figured if he was going to be a successful doctor he wouldn't have much time for sex so he might as well get it out of his system while he had the chance. Sex hadn't changed Logan's and James' relationship at all, actually making it fairly stronger. They were still friends now even when they were out of college, and Logan warking working as the youngest doctor in the staff - and the hospital's history - at the Mercy Hospital in Duluth, Minnesota.
There was only one gay club in Duluth, and as expected, it was located in that sketchy part of the city that nobody ever ventured to unless of course, you were gay and were looking to go party at a gay strip club.
And that is what James insisted on doing with Logan tonight, taking him out to 'celebrate,' the celebrate being the part Logan didn't quite understand, simply because there was no special even thtat Logan could put a finger on. He figured James was just itching to go out clubbing, and he needed somebody to go with him so he had the luxury of havign a friend with him to keep him company as he scoped out a guy with a good ass to fuck or a guy good enough to fuck him.
"James, I seriously do not want to be here," Logan complained as James parked his car on an the sidewalk that was across the street from the club. Logan scoffed as he looked out the window of the car to the neon sign, the words The Boys' Club illuminated in pink and green. If the club itself didn't scream gay, them the neon sign definitely did.
"Oh be quiet," James brushed him off, turning the car off and unbuckling his seatbelt. "You need a night off, okay? I'm even paying for your stripper tonight. Least you could do for me is enjoy it." James brushed a hand through his sandy brown hair, eyebrow quirking upwards as he peered at Logan with hazel eyes.
Logan's own brown eyes rolled as he shook his head, sighing as he undid his own seatbelt. "Fine. But I swear to god, if anybody who's not a stripper tries to grope me, I'm out."
James grinned, opening his car door and hopping out, Logan mimicking his actions must less enthusiastically. "Come one man," James urged cheerily, looking left then right before walking quickly across the road to the entrance of the club. Once again, Logan followed. James clapped him on the shoulder when he reached him, smiling brightly at the short-haired brunette. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"Yeah, yeah," Logan muttered, walking up to the door of the club, James close behind. "But remember, I have to work tomorrow."
"You always have to work," James pointed out, Logan shrugging the comment away.
At the door, a rather large bouncer stood, his hands tucked in the pockets of his black trousers. "Identification," he barked when James and Logan approached, the two men rifling through their pockets and presenting the bouncer their licenses. He checked them over before handing them back and waving the two brunettes into the club.
Logan had to physically stifle a snort when he and James walked into the club, the interior even more cliche than he'd originally thought.
The lights were dimmed, flashing strobes in multiple colors used to make up the difference. Three stages of different sizes lines the back walls, two or three shiny silver poles stationed on each. The floors shimmered with glitter - whether laid there purposely or from the strippers' bodies - spotlights stationed solely on the poles. There were dancers already on a stage with three poles, a brunette with mid-length hair, a tall blonde with green eyes in the center - obviously the main spectacle, and Logan could clearly see why, the guy was the embodiment of a Greek God - with another brunette thrusting lowly on the pole on the blonde's other side.
The place reeked of strawberry body spray and sex, Logan's nose crinkling the scent.
"God, look at him," James murmured, eyes locked on the blonde thrusting on stage.
"The blonde?" Logan asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Kendall," James said, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "He's one of the best here, only trumped by Carlos. Fuckers love that little Latino. But no. Kendall is just so...fuck, I want him."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go stand with the rest of the guys shoving bills down his shorts? If those things can even be considered shorts." And honestly, they couldn't. All three strippers were clad in shiny, short little shorts, the cheeks of their bottoms hanging out as they dipped low. They didn't bother to adjust the shorts as they rode up, simply spreading their legs and pushing their asses further out, wiggling their hips and flaunting their assets in one of the most teasing manners Logan had ever seen. Kendall seemed to be the best at the tease, his sharp green eyes throwing a coy look to kill all coy looks over his shoulder as he wiggled, bottom lip caught innocently in between his teeth. James whimpered beside Logan, the taller brunette obviously swimming in arousal.
"Not yet," James murmured, eyes still locked on Kendall's swaying body. "I'll catch him when he's done. Get him to dance, just for me."
"Good luck with that," Logan muttered. "I'm gonna get a drink,"
"Oh no you're not," James grinned, catching Logan's wrist as he turned to walk away. Logan was about to snap at James to let go, but his voice was drowned out as the club MC came over the loud speakers.
"Why don't you all throw some extra up there for Kendall, Dak, and Jett?" the MC boomed, more bills flying on stage as Kendall and the two brunettes - Dak and Jett - crawled around the stage, sliding their bodies around and cramming the money into their 'shorts.' The patrons watching hooted and cat called as the three finally finished collecting their money, throwing one more teasing look to the customers before they strutted off stage, hips swaying as they went.
"James, fucking let go," Logan hissed, pulling against James's grip, but the taller didn't budge.
"Shut up," James grumbled. "Just wait."
Logan growled but stopped tugging. The MC came through the speakers again.
"Now, I know you've all come here on this saturday night for one reason and one reason only," the voice teased, "and that reason is coming out right now."
The men hooted and cheered in their seats as the lights dimmed, James quickly tugging Logan to sit down at the nearest table for the main event. One spotlight remained shining on the center stage, the pole illuminated by the lights. The beat of a song Logan faintly recognized began to flood through the speakers, the crowd growing antsy as they waited.
Finally, the velvet curtains parted and out stepped the dancer.
Logan's jaw hit the floor.
The stripper was obviously Latino, Logan making a wild guess that this was the Carlos that James had mentioned. His caramel skin was silky smooth, softly defined muscles rippling as Carlos moved to the pole. His raven hair was messed in a styled disarray, his deep chocolate eyes locked on the crowd. Logan's eyes trailed from his face down his neck and chest, landing on the one one piece of clothing - not that that thing could even be considered in the clothing category - covering the stripper's modesty. It was a tiny little velvet thong that, from what Logan could see, was printed in leopard.
Carlos was the sexiest thing Logan had ever seen, stripper or not.
Logan held his breath as Carlos approached to pole, grasping it lightly and swinging around it. Logan gasped lightly as Carlos' smooth, tanned backside was exposed, a groan escaping his throat beyond his control.
"You like him?" James breathed in his ear, startling Logan slightly. Logan nodded deftly. "Good. Because when he's done up there, he's yours."
Logan made a choked little noise in the back of his throat. "What?"
James shrugged his shoulders. "The owner is my uncle. I pulled a few strings. You needed to relax, and I know your type. And Carlos is definitely your type."
Logan simply just gaped at the dancer in stage, not fully comprehending that the gorgeous dancer was going to be 'his' after his act was over. Carlos dipped low on the pole, legs spread wide as he got down, the other men cat calling, bills flying like bombs on stage. The song went into chorus as Carlos hopped up onto the pole, Logan nearly laughing at the irony of the stripper's song choice.
Cuz I'm in love with a stripper
She poppin' she rollin; she rollin'
She climbin' that pole an'
I'm in love with a stripper
She trippin' she playin' she playin'
I'm not goin' no where girl I'm stayin'
I'm in love with a stripper
By the end of the chorus, Carlos was on his hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the stage. He hit the end, sitting back on his legs, arms behind him for support. Logan bit his lip in anticipation.
Carlos arched back, hips thrusting up, and Logan might have choked a little. Carlos thrust maybe three times before he sat back up, running his hands down his chest, looping his thumbs into the thin strings of his thong. He tugged them low on his hips, revealing further that he was completely clean down there, the skin smooth and caramel.
The men watching seemed to be turning anxious, knowing something was coming that Logan himself didn't.
Carlos's eyes scanned the crowd, Logan sweating bullets as the Latino stripper's eyes landed on him. Carlos grinned coyly, keeping his eyes locked on Logan as he slid off the stage. Logan swallowed hard as Carlos approached, the other patrons letting out groans of displeasure that they hadn't been chosen.
"Hey," Carlos murmured seductively as he got to Logan. "I'm Carlos."
The was Carlos purred his name had Logan stuttering, completely unable to form words. "He's Logan," James spoke up for him. Thank god. "And that's Kendall over there, so I'll be going. Have fun, you two."
And with that, James was bounding off to court his little blonde stripper.
Logan watched James go, eyes only returning to Carlos when he felt a finger tickle up his thigh. "Can I sit down?" Carlos asked, his voice still light with playfulness.
"O-of course," Logan said. His eyes flickered to James's empty chair and back. Carlos saw his gaze and shook his head, and before Logan could protest or have time to prepare himself, Carlos was straddling his legs and sitting in his lap, hands running down his chest. "S-shit."
"Did you like my dance?" Carlos asked sweetly, fingers toying with the buttons on Logan's shirt.
"What was your favorite part?"
"The uh, the um, the w-whole thing, I guess."
Logan looked at Carlos is surprise. "What?"
Carlos giggled. "I said, you're cute," Carlos whispered the 'cute' in Logan's ear, his breath ghosting over the lobe.
Carlos licked his lips, toying again with Logan's shirt. "There's a back room just behind those purple doors over there," Carlos said. "We could go back and I could dance again. But just for you this time."
Logan swallowed hard, but nodded nonetheless.
"Then let's go."
Logan sat alone in the back room as he waited for Carlos to come out again, the dancer insisting that he change his outfit for Logan's dance, because this dance was 'just for him.' Logan had been waiting for about five minutes now, and honestly, he was getting a little antsy.
Logan was about to call out to Carlos when the curtains to the tiny stage in the back room opened up, Carlos stepping slowly out.
And once again, Logan's jaw hit the floor.
Carlos was dressed in an outfit that was very arguably one you would see on a tranny walking the streets of Los Angeles, but it seemed to work on him completely. He wore thigh-high white boots, tiny little pinkish white shorts that hugged his pert ass beautifully, and a corset in color to match the shorts. To top it off, he had a velvet choker around his neck, and fuzzy pink and white bunny ears perched on his head. He spun slowly around, showing off to Logan that, indeed, there was a puffy little tail on the shorts, giving the sex bunny outfit the completed look. "You like?" He asked, leaning against the pole on the small stage.
"How the fuck-?"
"We have a lot of outfits in wardrobe."
"I see that."
"Do you like it?"
"Shit. Yeah, I like it."
Carlos grinned. "Good. Now," Carlos walked away from the pole, the material of the boots brushing his thighs as he walked over to the small stereo, flicking it on and letting the music flood the room. Logan couldn't help but laugh.
"Do have a stripper music theme tonight or something?"
Carlos shook his head, smiling shyly as he grabbed the pole and swung himself around it. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said, catching Logan by surprise.
"Tell me what you want me to do. This dance is for you. You tell me what you want me to do."
Logan sputtered slightly, his mind reeling. All the things he could tell Carlos to do. Stay on the pole, get on the floor, take off his clothes.
Logan's thoughts got raunchier as he went on, biting his lip to keep from accidentally saying them out loud. He remained quiet, still reeling. Carlos however, took the incentive, blurting out a blunt "Do you wanna fuck me?"
Logan almost choked. "Excuse me?"
"Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?" Carlos took a step closer with every word.
"S-strippers aren't supposed to f-fuck the customers," Logan tried weakly.
Carlos snorted, hopping off the stage and sauntering over to Logan. He was back in the brunette's lap before he spoke again. "I don't normally fuck the customers," Carlos sighed, "but you're special. I think you'd be a good fuck."
Logan swallowed, shaking his head. "N-not really,"
"Liar," Carlos laughed, ducking in closer to Logan's face. The lips brushed lightly as Carlos spoke. "I know you're a good fuck. James said so."
Logan pulled back in surprise, Carlos pouting at the new distance. "You talked to James?"
Carlos nodded. "We're friends," Carlos said. "Didn't you know?"
"No," Logan admitted.
"Oh," Carlos shrugged. "Oh well. I got him a date with Kendall, so in return, he had to do something for me. You see, I'm a stripper, but like you said, we're not allowed to fuck the clients. And I work nearly every day for most of the day, so I don't have much time for a personal life. And the thing is, I'm just so horny all the time. So I told James he had to bring me a good fuck in return for getting him a date with Kendall. You were the first person he thought of."
Logan's mouth flopped like a fish out of water as he tried to comprehend. "Wait, wait, wait," he spoke quickly. "You're saying James brought me here just so he could set up a fuck for you?" Carlos nodded. "Who says I want to fuck you?"
Carlos licked his lips, closing the distance Logan had created between them, pressing his corseted body against Logan's tense one. "But don't you wanna fuck me, Logan?" Carlos ground his hips down, Logan tossing his head back as the growing bulge in his jeans was pressed against with delicious friction. "Mmm, I think you wanna fuck me."
"How about I get naked, hmm? I can strip for you. I can get on that pole and do what I do best. Or you could strip me."
Logan grunted, growing frustrated with Carlos's teasing. "Get fucking naked."
Carlos grinned foxily, sliding off Logan's lap only to stand about a foot away. He swayed his hips as he undid the back of the corset, pulling it loose and letting it slide down his body. The shorts came next, Carlos turning around completely as he pulled the shorts down, his body following their path so he was bent in half at the waist. As expected, he wore nothing underneath, and Logan had to fight to restrain himself when Carlos's puckered little hole came on display.
Carlos turned, slinking forward and sliding back onto Logan's lap. The boots still remained, along with the bunny ears and the velvet choker. "What are you gonna do to me, papi?"
Logan groaned audibly, squeezing supple hips in his hands. "Gonna fuck you," Logan said, canting his hips upwards, grinding into Carlos's pert ass. Carlos moaned, throwing his head back. Logan's eyes raked down his slender body, landing on his cock, standing proud and fully erect between his thighs. One hand wrapped around it, wrist flicking teasingly slow. Carlos shuddered, body going rigid at the feeling.
"Get off me," Logan ordered, releasing Carlos's cock from his grasp. Carlos obeyed, hopping off of Logan. The brunette stood up, quickly popping the first few buttons of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He toed off his shoes, unbuttoning his jeans and ripping them down his legs, briefs following soon. He noticed Carlos's eyes fall to his cock, the throbbing flesh twitching eagerly as he took in Carlos.
Logan slumped back into the chair he had been sitting in previously, motioning for Carlos to straddle him again. Carlos shook his head, smiling coyly as he reached into his left boot, pulling out a little foil package and ripping it open. Logan groaned as Carlos grabbed the base of his erection to roll the condom on. When Logan was covered, Carlos finally perched back onto Logan's lap.
"Your cock is so big," Carlos hummed in Logan's ear, nipping the lobe. "Do you think I'm gonna be able to take it all, papi? Because I don't know if I can."
Logan moaned, hand grabbing Carlos's hair and ripping his head back. He sunk his teeth into Carlos's chin, the Latino letting out a pathetic whine. "I'll fucking make it fit," Logan hissed when he stopped biting, the shudder that ran through Carlos's body not going unnoticed by him.
"Fuck me," Carlos insisted, Logan nodding as he went to suck three fingers into his mouth. Carlos stopped him mid way. "Don't need it. Just fuck me."
"Are you sure?" Logan asked, genuinely concerned for the stripper. He knew how bad it hurt when you took a dick without getting stretched, and he really hated the idea of putting somebody in that pain.
"I'm sure, Logan," Carlos assured him. "I practically take cock for a living. Just get inside me."
Logan nodded, spitting into his hand to slick his erection. He grabbed the base and lined himself up with Carlos's hole. He began to push in and Carlos sunk down, sinking slowly into the velvet heat of the stripper's body. Carlos threw his head back, eyes clenched shut, mouth agape.
When he was balls deep Logan stilled, waiting for Carlos to make the move. The Latino breathed heavily, in through the nose and out the mouth. "Okay," he murmured after a few minutes bracing his hands on Logan's shoulders and lifting up the slightest bit before sinking back down. He repeated the process until he'd truly accustomed to Logan's cock inside him.
Carlos began to bounce roughly up and down, the bunny ears he wore flopping up and down as he fucked himself on Logan's cock. Logan threw his head back, groaning out pleasured profanities as Carlos fucked up and down. Logan thrust up to meet Carlos halfway, the Latino letting out a broken cry of pleasure as his sweet spot was struck. "Good?" Logan breathed.
"Fuck, fuck, so fucking good," Carlos moaned. "Your cock is so fucking huge, amo su martillo."
"Fuck, Carlos, you're so fucking tight," Logan groaned, thrusting up roughly every time Carlos fucked down.
It wasn't long before Carlos was slurring that he was close, Logan moaning in agreement.
Carlos reached down and gripped his aching cock, pumping himself awkwardly. Logan sensed Carlos's difficulty, grabbing the Latino's hips to stop his bouncing. "Just jack yourself," Logan barked when Carlos questioned him. The stripper obeyed, pumping himself while Logan held him still.
Carlos let out a surprised gasp of pleasure when Logan began fucking into him roughly, his prostate being abused with every thrust. Carlos came with a broken cry, spilling white-hot all over his own fist and Logan's abdomen.
Logan fucked up harder into Carlos, the Latino sobbing in pleasure as his oversensitive body was still being thrust into roughly. He clenched impossibly tighter around Logan, the brunette only getting in to more thrusts before he was coming hard, hips pressed to Carlos's ass.
Carlos slumped forward as Logan slumped back, both drained from their orgasms. Gathering what little strength he had left, Logan pulled out of Carlos, tugging to condom off and tossing it to the side.
"Good?" he breathed as Carlos looked up, the Latino giving a happy grin.
"Best fuck I ever had," he said. "James wasn't lying when he said you were good."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Sure," he said.
"Really!" Carlos giggled, slumping back into Logan's chest. "It was really good. Wanna do it again sometime?"
The question was supposed to be sexy, a promise for another hot fuck, no strings attached, but Logan had other ideas first.
"I should be getting going," Logan murmured. Carlos nodded, hissing as he crawled off of Logan's lap. Logan smiled apologetically at the Latino, the dancer throwing a smile back his way. Logan gathered his shirt, tugging it over his head before grabbing his jeans and briefs, pulling them on as well. He stepped back in his shoes last. Carlos had simply put the shorts back on, the corset slung around his arm. Logan dug into his pocket, grinning when his hand closed around the object he desired.
"Come here," he told Carlos, the Latino walking forward, a tiny limp in his step.
When he was close enough, Logan grabbed the back of Carlos's neck, pulling him into for a quick kiss. It was nothing too special, just a promise of something to come. Carlos sighed happily as they pulled away, a slight flush to his cheeks. "Give me your hand," Logan murmured, Carlos sticking his hand out.
Logan pulled the pen out from his pocket, scribbling seven digits onto Carlos's hand before tucking the pen back into his pocket. "Call me sometime when you're not working," Logan smiled. "And we'll go for pizza or something."
Carlos grinned happily. "Sounds good, Logan."
"Mitchell," Logan repeated. "My last name is Mitchell, in case you're wondering."
"Carlos Garcia," Carlos said.
"Nice to meet you, Carlos Garcia," Logan grinned.
"Nice to meet you too, Logan Mitchell."
And its two weeks later that Logan sees Carlos again, sitting with the Latino in a booth with James and Kendall as they double date at Logan's favorite pizza shop.
Er well yeah.
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