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"Are you sure this is a good idea?!" Atsuhiro Sako, the husband-to-be of the group of bachelors, exclaimed to his friends, they had dragged the poor man to a very high end strip club in the southern part of the city.
"Yeah of course! This is the best strip club in the whole city! And I know how the soon-to-be missus goes on, and on, about keeping your eyes off other girls until the wedding, mister charmer. So, we're here on ladies night instead, the only girls here will be in the audience and not on stage." One of his friends wrapped his arm around his shoulders as he explained exactly what the plan was. Atsuhiro sighed, he only found out recently that his wife-to-be was completely psycho, so much for the woman he proposed to, she was so controlling, he was lucky to be out with his friends right now and not cooped up in his apartment alone. He was ushered into the club and his buddies flashed a special VIP pass to the bouncer, who motioned for someone else to take them to the VIP lounge.
"I don't know guys… What if she finds out, she knows I like both." Atsuhiro still doubted the entire point of coming to this place, if she even smelled alcohol on him or saw the slightest shade of lipstick that she knew that didn't come from her, she would lose her mind. In the midst of his musing, he was shoved in the VIP room by himself, and the door closed. He stared at the door, and gulped, before looking around the room, it looked tacky yet expensive, truly fitting for a VIP in such an establishment. He saw the couch, and hesitantly shuffled over towards it, usually, he would be ecstatic about being in a strip club like this, but not now. He sits down on the smooth, luxurious, leather couch, his hands on his knees, his entire body language read tense and nervous, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to be here. His eyes darted around the room some more, before landing on the small, polished stage and the pole in the middle of it, its surface reflected himself very nicely.
Just as he was contemplating a way to escape the room before something bad happened, the curtain on the stage fluttered, there was movement behind it. Someone was there, and he could only imagine who was behind it. A couple more seconds passed, and the curtains were parted, revealing a rather handsome man. He was tall, and had pale skin, like ivory, he also had long, ebony hair that cascaded down his back like a dark waterfall. Atsuhiro sat back and stared, the tall man opened his eyes, they were a gorgeous shade of gold, and he wore a very nice suit. He was… breathtaking, to say the least, that suit seemed so out of place for a place like this, was he the owner of the club? Then, music started to play, and he started to unbutton the suit jacket, let it slide off his arms and onto the stage, where he kicked it off to the side, as not disrupt what was going on. With the jacket removed, Atsuhiro could plainly see his biceps beneath the pristine dress shirt, his breath hitched. He no longer had thoughts of escaping the room, but only of the mysterious man striding ever closer to him. He saw him start to undo his tie and slung it off to the side, and then began to slowly unbutton the shirt.
"So, I hear you're about to be a married man, good on you." His voice was so... beautiful, it was the perfect blend of smoke and honey, he was captivated. This man certainly had his attention now, as he removed the shirt entirely, revealing a latex crop top with a rather large boob window, exposing his well-muscled chest and abs. Atsuhiro swore he almost drooled, wow, he was gorgeous, and he wasn't even halfway naked yet. He gulped harshly, god did he love a man in a suit, but he also loved it when they took it off. His eyes came back into focus to see his VIP performer, bend over with his ass facing him, taking off his pants slowly, and then tossing them off to the side of the stage. Underneath those pants, the stripper wore black booty shorts that highlighted the curve of his ass, and knee high, black boots, all made of the same material as his top. Ohhh shit was he in for a treat indeed, forget his bride-to-be, this man had his full attention tonight, and he knew it, his face was a bright shade of red by now.
The performer's eyes are locked onto Atsuhiro with a seductive gaze as he took everything in, he was a first timer for sure, he rarely ever got to dance for first timers. He gripped the pole and walked around it slowly, swaying his hips from side to side hypnotically with the music. Next, he hoisted himself onto the pole, wrapping his closest leg around it to keep himself up on it as he flicked some of his dark hair out of the way, so he wouldn't accidentally pull it during the performance. He enjoys watching the way the auburn-haired male squirms in his place and stares, and he has to admit, this one was quite handsome. He just kept at his routine, dropping off the pole a couple times to work the floor and show off exactly how good a VIP performer was in the establishment. Finally, he dropped off the pole and straightened out again, sparing another glance at Atsuhiro, before walking over to him, hips swaying.
Atsuhiro was so entranced by the performance, that his brain didn't catch up with the fact that the man was walking right to him. He goes rigid and stiff, eyes locked on the handsome stripper, he's heard more than enough stories to guess as to what will happen next. The thought of whether or not this club was also a brothel of sorts drifted into his head very briefly, but he shoved that thought aside as the man stood still directly in front of him, legs spread on either side of his own, just barely touching his knees. The look he gave him, and he would not deny it internally, was sexy, alluring, and in control, it was probably a look he's given hundreds of other patrons before. Before he could do or say anything, the man spoke up again.
"I am able to touch you, however, you are unable to touch me. My boss doesn't want anyone damaging his property. Am I understood?" His rich voice rolled out those words, captivating the auburn-haired male yet again. Atsuhiro was brought out of the moment for a second, he was his boss's property? That caught him off guard, but he nodded, a silent gesture for the stripper to continue with his routine, he was excited to see what he would do next despite what he had spoken about. He knew his soon-to-be wife would be absolutely livid with him for going to a place like this, but that was a distant thought by now. The only thoughts he wanted to think about was how hot this man was up close, and how lucky he was to get him as his performance, if only he could touch him.
At the confirmation that he understood, the stripper moved some of his hair and tucked it behind him, his lips parted in a small sigh. And then, he began his dance as the track switched to the next song. He began by swaying his hips slowly just in front of Atsuhiro's eyes, fully aware he was watching his every movement, mesmerized by the start of his little performance. He smirked just the tiniest bit. It was cute how big his eyes got, like saucer plates, following the v line of his body, at least he hasn't said anything derogatory or rude, yet. He decides to take the dance further, and lean forward to trace his hand over his chest, one hand running along the expanse of his upper torso, he hummed thoughtfully, he liked what he was feeling. But, he doesn't stay there touching him for long, he backs up and sways his body once again enticingly, causing Atsuhiro's eyes to follow him. He then begins to part the other's legs, just a little bit more than a heads width apart, before he placed his hands on his knees, stuck his head between his thighs, and then his shoulders on his thighs, and hoisted himself upside down in front of him.
Atsuhiro had the most amazing view of the stripper now settled somewhat in his lap, he felt him settle onto his thighs. The next movement had his jaw drop, as the man split his legs perfectly, offering the bachelor a wonderfully amazing view of his shapely ass and outline of his package through his shorts.
"Holy fuck." He whispered, staring wide-eyed at the sight, he figured that now would be a bad time to mention that he swings both ways, and was getting a little excited from everything. He licked his lips in anticipation and want, fuck, he desperately wanted to touch him, feel his body beneath his hands and how beautiful the was. No wonder this man was the VIP show, he was just that damn good. The next movement made his breath catch in his throat, as he hooked his legs around his shoulders, and he hoisted himself up yet again. He could tell by the way his body moved that he was using the muscles in his core and legs to keep himself upright. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he came face to face with his crotch, which also when he realized it, he turned just about as red as his hair. His breath came out hot and heavy with want, he was so close, yet he couldn't touch him, he wasn't allowed to.
When Kurogiri felt his hot breath on the skin just above his shorts, he nearly gasped and looked down, his body shivered involuntarily, but not in a bad way. He's never had that reaction to a client's breath before, even when he performed the same maneuver, he wondered… no, he couldn't, his boss would be furious if he found out, and he was very possessive over him especially. He shook his head clear of those thoughts, and leaned back to swing his legs back and down on either side of the bachelor's hips. He shifted again to have his knees hold himself up over his lap as he began to gyrate his hips back and forth over him, not touching his crotch or legs. He also moved his arms behind him to unzip the top, sliding it off his chest and tossing it to the side, exposing his full chest to the other. He absentmindedly thought back to his breath, if just a little puff of air from this man's lungs could send shivers up his body, what would his touch do? He had to find out, he just had to.
"I'm going to cut you a deal, okay? Since you've been very good tonight, you can touch me. But, this is a privilege that I can take away at any time if I don't like where or how you touch me. Am I clear?" He pitched his offer to him, his curiosity grew with every passing second that this man's hands were not on his body.
Atsuhiro's eyes widened considerably, he can touch him now? Oh hell yes! He was so eager to finally feel up the man on his lap.
"Crystal." He stared up at him, and the stripper nodded, a silent gesture to allow him to touch his body. He pulled his right hand out from under his thigh, and letting his fingertips brush across the skin of his abdomen, trailing oh so gently upwards, between his pecs and his collarbones. There is hardly any pressure at all, just a light touch, tentative, and wandering.
When he touched him, Kurogiri nearly gasped, he hasn't felt that in… such a long time. This man's touch was so light, soft, and yet so electrifying, and so experimental. There was nothing he was used to feeling, no harsh grabs, no pulls, slaps, or pinches. He was… confused, so confused and surprised, that his own hands came to rest on Atsuhiro's hips, gripping and rubbing the spots gently where he grabbed. The sudden appearance of the stripper's hands on his body earned him a gasp as well, the wandering hand stopped for a moment, before continuing. He felt the hand slide and press the full palm against his chest, and slipping up over his shoulder and going to the side of his neck, and cupping him there. His hand was still ghostly and fleeting even as his full hand was touching him, it felt wonderful, and so gentle.
Atsuhiro was flushed and panting slightly with the effort it took to keep himself restrained enough to not overwhelm the man. His hand hovered over the expanse of the exposed skin available to him, and as he touched him, he could hear his breaths and short, muted gasps, he didn't quite get what exactly his touch was doing to him. He felt the hands on his hips move away, glancing at them curiously, until the stripper moved one arm up to run through his auburn locks, and Atsuhiro couldn't help but lean into the touch and sigh softly. This kind of touch on him was rare nowadays, his fiancée would probably never really touch him like how the other man was right now, and he'd be damned if he was going to not enjoy every touch he could get from and on him.
Kurogiri was thoroughly enjoying Atsuhiro's every touch, and when his second hand joined him to touch his body, did he truly lean into the sensations. He felt his hands explore his chest many times over, and when they were seemingly satisfied with laying his hands on every available inch of skin he was able to trace along, did the hands start to move downwards to his sides, waist, and then his hips. There was hardly any pressure at all, but it was clearly present on him, call him greedy, but he wanted more of those hands, touching him everywhere, including some more intimate areas. As a result of the wonderful touch and accompanying feelings, his movements slowed, becoming more sensual, meaningful, and personal. His breath had hitched on several occasions, but ended up as gentle, pleased sighs, where he was noticeably tense before, he was relaxed and fluid.
Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes flying open wide and whipping his head towards the door of the room. He could just hear the sound of heavy footsteps over the sound of the music, panic flooded his entire system and he tensed up immediately. Shit. Shit shit shit fuck. His boss was coming, and Atsuhiro's hands were still on his body, he had to warm him before they both got in trouble.
"Hands off! Hands off quick!" The dark haired male hissed, scooting back on his lap to put distance between their bodies, and to only rest on his knees.
Atsuhiro was focused on the moment when he heard him hiss to remove his hands, had he done something wrong? He looked closer at his face to decipher the other's reason, as he was a self-proclaimed expert in reading people, and he saw fear in his eyes, read it from his body language with how tense he was. Whatever he had just heard, it was surely enough to frighten him as much as he was seeing, he removed his hands sadly from where they had been on his hips to under his own thighs, giving the illusion that he had not touched the attractive man in front of him. The next second as he drew his hands away, the door opened, he turned to see who exactly was coming into the room.
A man of incredibly tall stature stood in the doorway, he was so tall he almost brushed the top of the doorframe. He wore an extremely well-tailored black suit with a red tie. He had long, straight, white hair, an opposite to the performer's pitch black hair. His eyes were gray and did not convey any obvious emotions as he looked at the two of them, Kurogiri's eyes were wide in shock or fear, he smirked a little at the look, although his body language wasn't too pleased. It was pretty obvious that this man was the boss, and he had definitely seen fleeting hands moving away from Kurogiri's body.
"Kurogiri, where is your collar?" He spoke lowly yet with a power and authority that made the performer flinch in Atsuhiro's lap.
"In-in my dressing room… sir." Kurogiri responded, not making eye contact with the man.
"Go put it on, and meet me in my private lounge." He ordered, and just like that, Kurogiri had immediately and quickly gotten off of Atsuhiro's lap to gather his clothes strewn around the room. Scurrying out and disappearing from sight as quick as he could, he didn't want to meet him in his private lounge, but he was his boss and he had to obey. "Thank you for warming him up for me, I will have someone else come and finish your dance." The man said and closed the door behind him as he left the room, leaving Atsuhiro alone on the couch.