The spotlight flicked over to a curtain covering a door set in the wall to the right of the stage and a leg came out from between the red material. The body part definitely belonged to a man because the thigh was strong and defined with masculine muscles, but whoever it was wore black high heels on his feet. The leg curved and then disappeared again, sending the crowd into a frenzy.
The curtains flung open and a tall man stepped on through, and even I gasped in surprise at the sight of him. He wore nothing but a pair of black frilly underwear that was completely see-through, leaving his soft dick vulnerable to the predatory gazes of people who stood waving their arms.
The stripper was handsome, with short-styled brown hair and a soft, round baby face. His abs flexed with every move he made, which was more graceful than I’d ever seen from a man. He walked in the heels like he was born in them, striding across the floor, stopping every so often to wiggle his arse in the face of certain men who nearly slobbered all over his cheeks.
When he walked past us, stopping to blow a kiss toward River, the bright lights flicked right over him, and I noticed the bills shoved into his knickers were high notes—hundreds. Not one-dollar bills like I had expected. Either this stripper knew where to find the rich men, or this was the highest-end strip club I’d ever been to.
He sashayed his way to the stage, taking the steps in a slow, teasing pace, wiggling his cute butt at the crowd.
River nudged me, and I startled, glancing at him. “That’s Sugar. He’s… one of the popular strippers here. I can introduce you later if you want.”
I could barely make out what he said over the noise, but when his words sank in, I shook my head. “I’m here asyourSir. I’m not interested in anyone else.”
I didn’t miss the convulsive way he swallowed, and how his gaze slid over my body. My cock didn’t, either, twitching in the tight jeans I’d thought were a brilliant idea earlier when I dressed. Bad decision because if I got a stiffy now, he’d see it. Or maybe that was the point. We were in a strip club.
I turned my attention back on Sugar, who was working the pole in an inspiring way. When he wasn’t humping it to the rhythm of the music, he was working himself up the steel, the muscles in his arms and legs flexing. His power was admirable. There was no way in hell I could do that on a pole, especially in high heels.
He slammed his feet back on the ground, doing another twirl just as the music changed into a dark song, and the voice over the loudspeaker rang out again.
“Uh-oh. What’s this?”
The crowd hushed, and a different set of curtains opened over a door to the left of the stage, on the opposite side of the one Sugar had come out of. A wide, sturdy man stepped into view, but unlike Sugar he was dressed in leather pants, big combat boots, and a black harness strapped over his chest. His olive skin glimmered under the lights, and he winked at the crowd, earning a loud cheer. Brushing his hand over his short black hair, he pointed at the DJ in his booth in the corner, and I realized that’s who had been talking on the loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the gorgeous Greek god, Adonis!”
I didn’t think it was possible for the crowd to cheer harder, but I was proven wrong.
“And he’s craving some sweetness. The only way he’s going to get it is with a big lump of Sugar.”
Adonis flexed for the crowd, showing off his bulging forearms, before he stalked his way to the same section of the stage as Sugar, who had taken a seat on the black chair. Sugar had his hand over his mouth, eyes dramatically wide as he stared out at the crowd. The entire show would have been comical if it wasn’t so fucking hot to watch these half-naked men move like they knew exactly how gorgeous they were.
Adonis walked behind Sugar and put his hands on his shoulders, and Sugar raised his head to look at Adonis hovering above him, eyes still wide.
A hand touched my thigh and it took me a moment to realize it was River. He leaned in closer. “They’re about to do a BDSM demonstration. Usually they do this when there’s no threat of the cops raiding Triple X. Technically BDSM is legal in New York, but some things aren’t, and the cops here love to come in and give Vic shit, shut the place down for the night, try to arrest the dancers.”
I knew that was because as far as the narrow-minded people were concerned, BDSM was violence. Nobody cared that there were rules to keep participants safe. Sure there were untrustworthy Doms and subs, but that came with everything to do with human beings.
River didn’t move his hand from where it sat on my thigh as he turned his attention back to the stage, and I didn’t want him to. My body buzzed with excitement, my cock stirring in the tight confines of my jeans. I stiffened, then relaxed again.
“Bring me my paddle!” Adonis’s booming voice made me jump, and I glanced back toward the show.
Someone came running up to the stage and passed him a wide leather paddle. I held my breath as Sugar stood gracefully, winking at the crowd, and then he turned his back to us. He placed one knee on the seat of the chair and kept his other leg straight. Gracefully, he bent over, giving us a nice view of his pert arse.
Adonis smirked and patted the paddle against his hand. He walked around the side of Sugar and said something too quietly for us to hear. The music dulled until it was half-volume.
“You’ve been a dirty boy, Sugar,” Adonis said.
The crowd buzzed with excitement. To my left a blond man sat on a stool at a table with another man—this one with bright pink hair—on the seat beside him. The pink-haired man sported a collar the same color as his hair, which had a leash attached to it. The blond had the end of the leash wrapped around his fist. They both watched with eager grins.
“I have,” Sugar whined loud enough for the audience to hear. “Please, Master, punish me?”
Adonis reached over and ran a hand over Sugar’s arsecheeks before he yanked down the knickers to show off the flawless skin without anything covering it. “I’m going to spank you good.”
Sugar moaned dramatically. “What are you waiting for, then?”
Adonis’s hand came down sharply on the bare arse, and Sugar gasped. “Don’t get mouthy with me. I’ll make this drag on longer than the boss has given us permission for.”
Sugar stuck his arsecheeks out more. “I’m sorry, Master. Please. I beg you. Make me hurt.”
