“Hell, maybe you’ll get a great tip.” Joe said innocently. “Orbs love pining for the straight guys.” He smiled.
He was one of three heterosexual guys like myself that danced at the club, but the only other one on shift tonight. The rest of the performers identified as some sort of queer one way or another.
“Great job tonight, Thayer.” said Rocky, one of the other performers, as he peeled out of his shorts. We were all fairly used to being naked around one another at this point. “The crowd goes fucking wild for Cowboy Connor.”
“A blessing and a curse,” I muttered.
“He’s just a sourpuss because he’s been requested to give a private dance.” Joe mused, shaking his head.
“Hell, that’s where the money is!” Rocky said. “Handsy fuckers usually feel bad for crossing the line and tip like crazy, dude. Take it as a blessing.”
I told him I’d try as I bid them farewell and headed to the front of the club. It was going to take every ounce of willpower for me to get through this private dance, knowing I would be unable to disassociate like I normally did during my routines on stage.
By the time I made it to the suite that Evangeline had mentioned, I saw two Orbs talking to someone inside the suite, obscured from my view. As I approached, I could tell that the Orbs in question were drunk off their asses. They were virces, covered in blue and green scales like that of a fish, but otherwise fairly human-looking. The pair of them looked related, sharing the same dirty blond hair and the pension for vintage rock band t-shirts.
“Cowboy Connor!” Nirvana Shirt said, giving me a giddy smile that I really didn’t give two shits about. “Our boy here is a big fan.” He gestured into the suite, but I still couldn’t see the Orb inside.
“It’s our gift to him to have a private dance with you,” Motley Crue shirt stated. “He’s really into you.”
“Will you guys give it a rest,” This third voice came from the Orb sitting inside the suite, shifting in his seat within the makeshift room so that I could see him. They all spoke like they had the slightest bit of water in their mouths, but it still sounded smooth to listen to somehow. “I’m sorry about them.”
He was also virces, lathered in the green and blue scales from head to toe. His brown hair contrasted his friends perfectly, and he was donning a simple black short sleeved shirt and cut off black shorts. An intricate necklace hung from his neck, a swirling teal liquid slightly sloshing inside as he moved. Looking back at his buddies, I noticed they had the same necklace with the same strange liquid inside. Maybe it was some sort of virces thing that I wasn’t meant to understand and I certainly wasn’t going to ask about it. I was here to get this private dance over with.
“It’s fine,” I shrugged, placing my hands on my hips and giving the Orb in the suite a look. “We doing this?”
“We don’t have to if—”
“But where would the fun be in that?” I said, playing the part as best I could, pretending that I lived to dance for this guywhen I would have rather been just about anywhere else. I glanced back to his friends. “Sorry, boys. You might have paid upfront, but it doesn’t cover three.”
“Enjoy, bro.” Nirvana said. “We’ll go watch the next show while you get your guy.”
“Yeah, enjoy yourself for fucking once!” Motley Crue agreed.
The Vintage Rock boys left me with the virces in the suite, and I gave a light thrust of my hips, relishing in the way his golden eyes shone when I did so.
“How do you want me?”
Chapter 2
The virces was definitely nervous,stumbling over his words as he told me that his buddies had paid for a lap dance, but that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to. It was adorable of him, making me think that his friends had dragged him here and were the series regulars to his one episode guest star. I felt confident enough in my dancing prowess to give him a good show, but I still wanted it over and done.
It was darker in the suites than the rest of the club, a single cool-white light shining over us as he nervously pulled at the curtain to keep us from being overlooked by the rest of the club patrons. I really looked at him as he rearranged his frame back on the vinyl booth that sat in all the suites.
He was an attractive guy, Orb or not. His facial features were human, except for being covered in the blue and green scales that all virces shared. Golden eyes stared back at me, striking and the color made me feel an invisible warmth somehow. I hadn’t been paying attention before, but I noticed that his lips were scaleless, plump and blue, and he also had four fingers instead of five like a human. It looked less like he was missing a pinky finger and more like he’d never had one. Healso had gills on the side of his neck that looked rough to the touch, just daring someone to scrape their knuckles across them.
Around his neck was an octagonal jewel shaped from some sort of blue glass, a silver chain charting around the base of his head. When he moved, it almost looked like something was inside the jewel, but it must have been the light.
Why was I focusing on this dude’s hands and neck? Shaking myself, I walked closer to him so that my legs touched his, his opening on instinct as I wedged myself between them. If he’d been able to visibly sweat, I would have definitely been seeing it right about now. This guy was nerves personified.
“First time?” I chuckled playfully, resisting the urge to bend down and stagger my hands on his thighs toreallymake him sweat. If this guy was really that much of a fan, I wanted him to enjoy every dollar his buds had spent on me. With how out of sorts he appeared though, I decided to let him set the pace. “Just breathe. I don’t bite. That costs extra.”
“What?” He mumbled, panic widening his gorgeous eyes as he looked around the room, as if he was waiting to find other’s listening in and watching within the shadows of the suite.
“Dude, I’m kidding.” I laughed, breaking my earlier apprehension and laying my hands on his thighs in the hopes of calming him. His breathing hitched, and he followed my hands. I kept them still, not wanting to over excite him. “Everyone’s got a first time at some point. Don’t sweat it.”
He tilted his head back, resting it on the back of the booth. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually this nervous around guys. I’ve just…I didn’t even ask them to do this for me, they sprung it on me after your performance.”
Ahh, that made more sense. He hadn’t been mentally prepared for what his friends had paid for, so he was all over the place about it. I gave him what I hoped was a comforting nod. I didn’t mind taking control of the situation. Because doing someant I’d have a pretty good chance of controlling when it ended.
