Raise Hell, Turn It Up

Jackson leaned back, and kept his hands at his sides. He watched Greg with amusement, letting him get situated in his lap. “Same reason everyone else is here. A life of sex seemed way more appealing than the current life I was living. What about you?”

Surely the offer given to him was better for Greg, his boss even thought it was a great opportunity. But to miss his family? That was hard to take in. Still grinding and moving his hips for Jackson he nodded. “Yea the opportunity was great and who would turn it down? I wouldn’t say my life sucked though. It was hard getting by but this is fun and I know what I’m doing” 

Frank knew that the rules here were not like the ones in regular strip clubs where the ‘No touching’ policy was the most important one, because of course they wanted to charge you the extra money if you laid your hands on a particular dancer you liked the most. Frank’s hands fell to the dancer’s lower back and a pleasant grin pulled at his face. “I can tell you’ve been doing this for  while. You’re good.” 

Greg had to say he was liking Haus more and more. There wasn’t really a boundary unless he made that boundary that came to sexual terms. Of course he was very open to anything and really wanted to satisfy any sexual or regular need a client would want. But Greg didn’t have so many rules to follow. He didn’t have to wait to get paid to have sex. He just got paid for it in full. Which to him was awesome. While the other’s hand fell on his back, Greg’s lips turned to a solid smirk. “Can you now? Thank you, want to guess how long I have been?” He whispered as he ground his hips on the male’s lap, the friction from his cock rubbing on the other’s firmly. 

“Wonderful”. Jackson found the other male’s bed and sat on it. He put his hands out and gestured for Greg to come closer. “Come on, let’s see those night club skills you have”.

Walking up slowly to Jackson, Greg laughed lightly. Now having to play this game of how long he could hold out and he was hoping to win over the man. Reaching out his hand to tilt the boy’s chin up so their eyes locked Greg soon sat on the other’s lap. Moving his hips to the beat of his own drum. Slowly showing and ghosting over the other’s groin to get him excited. “So tell me country boy, what brings you here?” 

“Nothing wrong with staring.” Heaven knows Gio had done his fair of staring too over the last couple of days. Staring was totally acceptable. Offering to blow him under a table during breakfast… well - there was a limit of how comfortable he could get. “Seduce me and then get in the bath with me? What if you simply just got into the tub with me? We can assume that from the moment you are in my room and ready to bath with me, the seduction part is in the clear. Unless you like the seduction game?” Gio did like a good flirt. People deserved to be complimented and to be fair, there was so many hot guys around that it was hard not to flirt with them. “How about this? If you want to join me in a bubble bath - it’s fine. I know that the tub is big enough for two. Or maybe three… But I’m not anyone’s Master, alright? I’m Gio. Hi.”

Frank did not fight the guy away when he moved to dance on his lap, just adjusting himself on the seat and taking his Old Fashioned to his lips, taking a long sip. “Can’t complain at all.” Frank answered, reaching forward to whisper at the dancer’s ear so his word could be herd over the loud music. “I am just here to watch.” He explained, though it served him as a reminder also. 

Watching as the other got comfortable, Greg worked his hips with ease. Grinding and keeping up to the beat of the music as he brought his arms around the man’s neck. Drawing the guy in as he listened. The other’s beard tickling him as he whispered to Greg. “Just to watch? Nothing wrong with that, you can touch if you want too.” Greg whispered back. It was good to say that too. Back at the other clubs he worked at, men couldn’t touch. They were to watch and they could touch once they paid for the rest of the night with a certain dancer. 

The club was one of the nightly hangouts for Ryker, all for the loud music and flashing lights, not to mention the sea of bodies to rub up against on the floor.  One stood out tonight though, that cute little outfit he’d been wearing, man not a whole lot was left to the imagination and Ryker would be lying if he didn’t say he was interested.  He stood from the bar, downed what was left in his glass before he left it there, and made his way towards the boy immediately wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer - Ryker in a pair of dark jeans and an old band t-shirt from some underground punk group.  His hair was disheveled, as per usual, “pretty little thing like yourself should never have to dance alone.”

As the other man came in sight, Greg’s eyes lingered,. Good looking, laid back styled man who was dancing and having a good time. This was just what Greg wanted to land and hopefully in the next ten minutes they could find their way to a room and dance some more, by themselves. A small chuckle left his lips as Ryker brought his arms around him. Tugging the younger man in, only for him to kept the movement of his hips. Soon having someone to play against as he danced. Basically grinding on the other warm body. “Aww so you are coming over to save me from dancing by myself? How sweet of you” 

Steven’s lips curled ever so discretely as the little dancing carrot straddled his lap, using that perfect looking ass to pretty much grind against his groin. Nothing better than to have a man on his lap. Ready for a damn rodeo that would surely leave him limping the following day. “You can squeeze in both of those suggestions?” Oh, he better - that would definitely make things more interesting. So the Blackwell smirked to himself, one arm wrapping around the other’s waist, keeping him grounded as his own hips rolled upwards, giving his little go-go dancer a simple preview of what there was to come. “Does it matter where I want it?” Steven wasn’t the type of person that would refuse a fucking show - but there were things that he could only do in private. “Stand up. Then you’ll follow me to one of the playrooms. And…” Fingers brushed against the ginger’s jawline, their lips almost brushing in a teasing motion. “I want you on your hands and knees as you follow me. Like a good little pet. Nod if you understand.”

With a small bite to his lower lip, Greg felt the man buck his hips to give the imagination of what was to come even more exciting for him. Greg kept his hips going and rolling on the other’s groin to match the rhythm. “Yes, I can squeeze in those suggestions and wherever you want. I want you to be comfortable.” Greg proposed to the guy. This was all he did back home in Boston too. Lap dances, getting guys aroused, paying for more. Most of the nights he spent in other hotel rooms with men that paid for sex. Older, married men and to Greg he was fine with this. This was an element he was good at. His chin lifted as he followed the small graze of the other’s fingers against the jawline. 

Val turned his body- the boy wasn’t exactly who Valerie thought it was. His shoulders pulled tight and tense relaxed, pressing downward into the seat as he forced himself to take a deep breath. He wasn’t that person that snapped at people anymore, “Don’t worry about it- thought you were someone else.” He commented dismissively, though there was a twist of something else in his voice, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, maybe sadness? “Who are you again?” He asked back in returned, a raised eyebrow, “You okay…?”

“Out here? Dirty. I like it.” Oliver teased with a smirk.

“Yea, out here. Glad I can be dirty enough for you” Greg winked to the older man. 

“You don’t want to dance with me- I’m awful, no seriously. I’m genuinely an awful dancer and an awful person.” Dante couldn’t stop his words or his laugh from pulling forward, holding his fourth - or was it fifth drink in his hand. He needed this, needed to forget how pathetic he had been in front of Steven, or at least that was how the other saw him now, wasn’t it? Each time his heart gave a lurch, remembering the things his friend said, he took a sip of whatever drink was in his hand, merely convincing the bartender to keep something different coming each time he finished a glass. His body turned to the hand on his arm, tugging him out towards the floor, body against body, “This is- super close, you’re aware of that-’ okay perhaps he shouldn’t have been talking, but at the moment, that was all his mind told him to do, still holding tightly to his drink in one hand.

“You are lying to me, surely you can dance” Greg shared the laugh as he had been bring trying to get the man to dance with him. After about five drinks, it was time to seal the deal and try and get the guy to dance with him. At least Greg hoped he could get the man to. Greg wasn’t going to take no as answer and as he was pulling the man, he leaned in. His face pretty close to the other as a small pout appeared on his bottom lip. “Come on, one dance. You can follow my lead” 

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Was this really fucking happening right now? He had a moment, he was vulnerable and willing to please for the client all he wanted. But then the client gets a call and soon leaves him? For what. some other booty call. Whatever  the case was, Greg was going to give them a hell of a fight about this. Shaking his hand against the bed post, Greg looked up to see the metal of the cuffs to the bed. Naked on another person’s bed with a clear boner to him as he was cuffed, Greg groaned to himself. Shaking both his hands, Greg yelled at this point. He couldn’t even rub this one out as he started to scream for someone that would pass by. But what if they thought it was of pleasure? For five minutes straight he called for help. 

Greg wasn’t right in the head at all now. He was typically fine with his medication. His hyper state of mind and eager attention shined through even with his mind being like mush half of the time. But when he was off his medication, Greg was irritation. More of an asshole and who knew what he would do. He was passing back and forth, moving from floor to floor. Just being wherever he could be as he placed his hand on the wall. Spotting someone, his eyes trailed down the other’s body. Staring for a solid thirty seconds before stepping forward to them. Taking a hold of the man’s collar and shoving him to the wall.