“Because you’re a good boy, Kai.” I smirk, imitating Finn’s moans from this morning. “A good,goodboy.Unh.”
“Fuck! You are such a dick! Don’t let him hear you saying that shit.” Kai looks at the staff breakroom door, as if Finn is about to bust right through.
“Why, because he’ll blush and you’ll get hard and tear a hole in your hot pants? You two are so weird sometimes.”
“Nah, man. There is something about relationship sex. It’s different. Keeping it private’s kinda nice.”
I once saw this guy hunt out the only light in the backroom of a club to stand in while he got a blowjob. To hear him talk about private, relationship sex being hot? Well, that must be some magic dick that Finn is wielding.
“Well, I’m happy for you, man.” I slap his shoulder and nod at our reflections in the mirror. “You ready to go and cause some mayhem with the masses?”
“Fuck yeah I am! Let’s do it.”
The bar’s social media has been teasing about something special all week, so the place is already near capacity by the time we get our shining asses out there. On the one hand, we’re going to make bank on tips, on the other hand, that mayhem thing isn’t a joke. It’s loud, and it’s intense. Thankfully, our team has all worked together long enough to be able to work like a well-oiled machine. We keep it cranking at maximum efficiency, and maximum energy.
I’m nothing if not a team player and I’m on fucking fire. The gold paint on my skin is a perfect metaphor because I’m fuckin’golden. I pour drinks; I flirt—responsibly—; I preen under the lights. Even Kai doesn’t stop for more than a quick kiss when Finn shoves his way up to the bar to say hello. And when the second bar at the back opens, and the first strings of the song we lined up for the night start, I jump up on the bar with Kai and give the performance of a lifetime.
It’s not some choreographed striptease. Kai and I haven’t had a second of dance training between us. It is just two dickheads with something resembling rhythm having the time of their lives, and the crowd gobbles it the fuck up.
We grind, we thrust—Kai throws his leg around the pillar at the end of the bar and shows just how well he can ride. At the other end, I put my flexibility to use—and the structural integrity of my shorts to the test—by bending in half and shaking my ass to the crowd. A hand skates up my calf and before I can reactRolli is there, gently but sternly forcing Sir Touch-a-Lot back. I flash him a quick wink before snapping upright.
The song tonight—Touched—is an electro pop song that was massive when I was in high school and has had a massive nostalgic resurgence in recent years. Which is why I can barely hear the music with everybody singing along at the top of their lungs.
It’s a night when everything just falls together seamlessly, but I can’t stop looking over the crowd. I only have four minutes up here and the clock is counting down. Kai’s sticky body—either he or the crowd must’ve doused him in cocktails—presses into my side, his hand running teasingly over the waist of my shorts.
“Back corner, on the platforms. Second booth.” He murmurs right into my ear, making it look like he’s nuzzling in.
Since Finn’s come on the scene, boundaries have been clearly drawn. Thankfully, it’s really easy to fake this shit up here. Like, right now I know it looks like he’s trying for a sneaky grope, but really, he’s just trying to be a dick and tickle my hip bones.
The music peaks and the chorus hits, which gives us the opportunity to strut with some epic emotional lip-synching and I can follow his instructions.
There they are, exactly where he said. Finn and Lusce are standing on the table, clapping and cheering and going wild. Finn is more of a pole for Lusce to dance against. The big guy is there too, standing right there next to the table. And then beside him, Willan.
From across the room our eyes meet and everything gets duller around me. I blame the magic let loose in the air from all the chaotic beings drunk off their tits.That’swhat hypnotises me.That’swhat sends an icy, electric pulse over my skin. I ride the wave of whatever it is, letting the throbbing intensity of the connection infect my dancing.
It might look like I’m dancing forhimbut I’m not. It’s just helpful to find a point of focus to keep my balance which is why I don’t even try to tear my eyes away from him as I run my hands over my body and roll my hips in time with the beat. Willan watches with an intensity that I can feel. I dip low into a squat, stroking my thighs and bouncing before slowly rising again.
Across the room, Willan licks his lips and my stomach swoops violently.You can’t get hard in these shorts. Too late the thought sears through my mind like whiplash and I spin quickly to face the other way, almost losing my balance. I manage to catch myself, and make it look effortless, but I’m grateful for the final strains of the music. I shake my ass at the crowd one last time and take Belinda’s hand the second she offers. She takes it one step further, sweeping me into her muscular arms and spinning me to the cheer of the crowd.
“Wanna go to the bathroom real quick?” She shouts in my ear and if I was anyone else, I’d probably feel some kinda embarrassment. She sets me on my feet near the staff exit.
“Thanks Bel, you’re a gem.” I laugh, waving to Kai before I shove it open.
Behind the enchanted, solid wood, it’s already roughly three hundred percent quieter. I lean against it, enjoying thirty seconds of peace before I remember about the other solid wood in my pants and the security cameras in the brightly lit hallway. My current predicament isn’t exactly unheard of—especially with some of our non-vamp staff around the full moon—but it’s still not a great combo if you don’t want to feature on the highlights reel at the end-of-year work party. Resisting the urge to look at the camera, I walk to the door for the toilets like there’s nothing going on, double checking I lock it when I’m on the other side.
It took six months—six solid months—before I learnt to lock doors after I turned. Before, it had been an unconscious thing tojust ward them with a simple touch. There were a lot of things like that, muscle memories that had to be retrained.
The small, white-tiled cubicle is cramped, with a toilet large enough to fit our orc staff and a hand basin and a cabinet filled with any emergency toiletries staff might need.
I turn on the taps and let the cold water flow for a second before remembering I can’t exactly splash it on my face with all this fucking paint on my face. What a dumb fucking idea this was. Gripping the edges of the basin tightly, I squeeze my eyes shut and roll my head, trying to will away my erection.
It doesn’t fucking work. Not even a little bit.
Instead, the sight of Willan licking his lips, watching me through half-lidded eyes floats through my brain. My imagination helpfully picks up the theme, superimposing his face on a thousand and one dirty scenes. Willan on his knees.
Jerking off at work is beyond fucked up. More fucked up than fooling around with the customers back here. Is it more fucked up than going back out there and catching a public indecency charge?
I stare down my reflection in the mirror and weigh up my options. I need to get back out behind the bar. I can’t go back behind the bar with my dick rock solid in these tiny spandex shorts. So I have two choices—wait it out, or nut it out.
