#sam open

“I’m fine working late. I just hate actually doing it.” he laughed, as a patron asked him about the late shift. “The Rainbow Ribbons isn’t that bad this late. Most straight guys have left. And the women here are usually looking at the other chicks.” he said giving them a lap dance smirking.

“You want to know what I absolutely hate about working at the Rainbow Ribbons? So many straight guys come in as a joke to make fun of the dancers. Especially when there’s guys who actively need the money and are just trying to make ends meet.” Sam huffed icing the bruise on his face. “And then throw punches when they’re asked by a waiter to leave. Do you realize how humiliating that is?”

“You’re just figuring out now that I’m an omega. Okay. I mean I pretty much scream it every night on a pole but okay.” he shrugged pulling on his hoodie and looking the other wolf over. “I’m also not on suppressants. It should have been damn obvious.”

Sam was walking cautiously through his woods. He didn’t want anyone near his new den. He had ended his life as a human years before. He was drained from human life and now only wished to live alone. He smelled them before seeing them and crept slowly. A person... in his woods... and they smelled...familiar. He watched quietly from behind some branches that were dried and hibernating from a bush.

Sam was living deep in the woods now, having brought most of his important belongings with him out into the woods to the cave he was calling home. Granted he didn’t shift often, but the comfort was there. He was curled up sleeping when he jerked awake growling lowly as he heard something... and smelled someone approaching his cave. He crawled out slowly growling at them. A simple warning.

Sometimes, when he was alone at night with no one around, Sam would put on some music and dance for himself, just to relax. He took dance lessons for years, he was good and it was part of what made stripping come so easily to him. Tonight was one of those nights, where he was dancing just for himself, classically, no pole or anything. No eyes expecting anything. At least he didn’t think anyone was watching. He was pulled out of his trance when the song ended and he heard clapping looking over sharply with wide eyes.

Sam reclined back smiling to himself. feeling just a bit more... free. Allowed to be himself. Something he had needed desperately. He had just stated working at The Rainbow Ribbons. It was exhausting but he found himself truly liking it as it sat on a park bench humming. Dancing had always felt like second nature to him.

Sam was dancing in the park at midnight, it was mostly abandoned. The basketball court was still perfectly smooth, but he came here just to dance, ballet, or whatever fit his mood. Tonight it was ballet though, losing himself in the music he had on his little speaker he let his feelings out. He usually did this once a week. He always thought he was alone.