Dylan went straight to the guy he’d winked at and leaned close, careful not to touch the man.
“I saw you watching me.”
The man smirked.
“Just ask if you want me to dance for you.” Dylan licked his lips slowly as he looked at the curtained booths that lined the sides of the room. There was one for each dancer, so they didn’t have to worry about retrieving the tokens they’d earned between punters or sets.
He stood tall and tucked his finger into his waist band, running it back and forth. He’d give the guy one minute, and then he’d move on.
He’d only reached twenty in his head when the man nodded and held out a token he must have got from the bar earlier. Dylan didn’t take it.
“This way,” he said, strutting towards the cubicle that was his for the night.
He let the man sit down and get settled before he pulled the curtain shut. There was a camera in the cubicle, pointing at the customers, never at the dancers. They were there to make sure the hands-off policy was stuck to. If it wasn’t, a bouncer would arrive and eject the offender from the club. Dylan knew how quick the bouncers were to act, he’d needed their help once or twice. He picked up a cup and held it out, waiting for the man to drop the token in before he set it down again.
“You get one dance,” Dylan said. “But you know that, don’t you?”
The man nodded and rubbed his hands back and forth over his thighs, his stare glued to Dylan’s body as he began to sway and gyrate in time to the song that had just begun to play. Dylan moved slowly; hands clasped loosely above his head. He moved around in a full circle, the movements of his hips getting bigger as he completed the turn.
The detached collar was the first thing to come off. He tossed it into the punter’s lap, and then took hold of the edges of his waistcoat, pretending to take it off before sliding it back onto his shoulders again.
“Tease,” the man accused.
“You love it.”
“I do. You’re gorgeous.”
“And a good dancer?”
“Oh yes.”
“Say it.” Dylan began to take the waistcoat off, pausing when it was hooked around his elbows.
“You’re a wonderful dancer.”
The praise made warmth flush through Dylan and he let the waistcoat drop to the floor. He hooked his thumbs into his hot pants, turning around and bending over to give the punter a great view of his arse.Ifa guy was going to get handsy, this was usually the moment it happened. Thankfully, the man didn’t touch.
“Such a gorgeous arse,” he said.
Dylan chuckled. “You can keep saying nice things like that.”
He wiggled his hips and then stood tall again, slowly shimmying out of his shorts. He kicked them up into his hand and threw them over his shoulder. A quick glance told him they’d landed on the man’s head. Perfect. He wrapped his arms around himself, running his hands up and down his back as he continued to dance. There wasn’t much song left.
“Turn around.”
Dylan tutted. “Patience. The best is yet to come.”
He knew the song well enough to know the exact moment to turn and reveal himself fully, giving the man a few seconds of ogling before the song ended and his time ran out.
“Gorgeous,” the man breathed.
It was another point when someone might touch, even though they weren’t supposed to.
“And your time’s up,” Dylan said, holding his hand out for his clothes.
“If I give you another token, do you dance naked or put your clothes back on?”
“Which ever you want, darling. Just remember the rules.”
The man smiled and took another token out of his pocket. Dylan held the glass out for him to put it in. If this punter was anything to go by, Dylan was going to smash Hunter’s total out of the park yet again. Fuck, he loved working at Heaven and Hell, and he was definitely one of the hottest little devils the punters had ever seen.
