by Aaron Riley
What if I was just another one of his conquests?
There was just so much that happened to me over the past couple weeks.
But he was the right one for me. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach.
I needed to focus on my paper. All I had was a title that didn't say much. What did I want to covey? I didn't want to just recite his whole family history.
The family aspect was the key.
The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.
Outside the booming engine of a vintage Aston Martin approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait...
Alexander was here.
I checked my hair in the mirror and brushed it quickly.
The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Alexander's eyes went wide.
Alexander finally smiled and stopped me before I could say anything. “You better invite me in before I take you right here in the hallway.”
I grabbed Alexander's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath over my boxers.
“I love you...my prince,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too, Alexander.”
This rough and hard man was all mine.
And I was his to do with as he desired.
We would be a royal family soon enough.
The End
Stripped Down
Copyright 2018
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Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
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Description
Shawn never knew what he wanted in life. He's always seen himself as a failure.
That is until he meets Brendan.
He's everything Shawn wanted in a man and more.
But Brendan has a past that's quickly catching up with him and Shawn will find himself caught in the crossfire.
This is a Gay Romance with a HEA!
Chapter One
Shawn
Shit!
I arrived at The Ballroom fifteen minutes late again. My boss was going to kill me. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed-packed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated guys three times and a long black awning jutted out from the front door.
I stumbled out of my car, carrying my bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered me. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a punch that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.
The club lights were dimmed and Steel danced on stage to a country song. A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I took a hard right through velvet curtains that stated: Employees Only.
Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suit available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of the guys. “Shawn! You gotta be fucking kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”
Damn! I thought he might not have noticed this time.
“I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”
Joe checked his watch. “There's no fucking traffic at nine o'clock at night.”
“There was an accident. I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. Joe was a sucker for begging.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Steel offered to switch with you. You're on in twenty minutes.”
I really owed Steel a big one. This was the fifth time he had covered for me. Maybe I could buy him some weights as a thank you.
Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Axe's shift on Saturday night.”
Double Fuck! This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot. I was already playing with fire.
“You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”
Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.
I walked into the ready room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at The Ballroom were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.
I pulled out a firefighter costume that was bright yellow with orange stripes. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big pecs into it. I brushed my brown hair and oiled up my chest. The women went absolutely crazy for shiny skin.
Gunner strutted into the room wearing a superhero costume. He was very built and tall with giant arms. He could've been a male model if he wanted to. Most of the dancers were so jealous of his body.
“Joe seems angrier than usual. Late again, Shawn?” Gunner sat down at the station next to mine. He had been dancing at The Ballroom for over ten years which was a lifetime to some of us. When I started, Gunner helped me through the basics: getting my costume, learning the routines, and dealing with customers who got a little too touchy.
I slapped my chest and pursed my lips in the mirror. “Only by fifteen minutes. I could be one minute late and he'd still go ballistic.”
Gunner laughed. “Joe is Joe.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “We just got in a big group of guys.”
It wasn't unusual to have a group of gay men coming into the club even though the majority of customers were older women. I preferred guys so it was pleasant to hear.
“I hope they have deep pockets.” I replied.
Steel came back from the stage all sweaty. Crumpled-up dollar bills were pinned along his waist with a g-string.
I got down on my knees and groveled at his feet. “Thank you so much, Steel. I owe you a million times over.”
Steel's fake long blonde hair cascaded across his broad shoulders. “You better believe you owe me. I barely got any tips out there and a group of bikers just came in right after I finished.”
“How about I split my tips with you tonight. Will that make up for it?”
Steel smirked. “Yeah that might work.”
My phone buzzed on the counter. I checked my message and it was from my roommate, Jenny.
Jenny: You better text me when you're on your way home.
Shawn: Don't worry I will :)
Jenny didn't have a job so she made it her life's work to make sure I was always safe. She was so worried that one of the customers would try to kidnap me. Jerome was always around and would never let that happen. Plus every dancer here was a 200lb piece of muscle.
Joe popped his head in. “You're on in five, Shawn.”
“Knock em' dead, Falcon .” Steel slapped my ass.
Falcon was a name I quickly came up with right before my first dance. I needed a stripper name that radiated class and style. Lion was already taken so Falcon became mine. Most guys went by their real names backstage and some lucky guys like Steel were already born with a fake stripper name.
I took a deep breath and went to the back of the stage. I peeked through the curtains and spotted a group of tough guys surrounding the stage. They were covered in tattoos with their biceps bursting through their tight white shirts. Tonight might actually be good.
The announcer's voice boomed through the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, The Ballroom proudly presents: the mysterious, the fiery, the hot as hell—Falcon!”
“Pour it up” by Rihanna—my song—blasted through the speakers.
I burst out of the curtains wit
h fire in my eyes. The overhead spotlights focused on my body as I made my way down the raised walkway, stomping my feet down. The guys and older women cheered my name while throwing one-dollar bills onto the stage. I ran my hands up my six-pack stomach and felt up my oily chest, flaunting it to the crowd.
“Take it off,” one of the guys screamed.
I shook my finger to the crowd. I faced away from the audience and slowly pulled off the firefighter jacket but put it back on. The men hollered at me. I turned around and danced, not letting them see it all yet. Dancing was the art of seduction.
I had to give it to them. I finally took off my jacket and they cheered and whistled at my body, their fists pumping in the air. I went up and down the stage, rubbing myself up and down. I bent over all the way and hugged my ankles, giving the best view of my ass in those firefighter pants.
My eyes caught one of the bikers and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn't like the others. He sat quietly and stared at me. This guy had long slicked-back hair that was shaved on the sides. Intricate tattoos covered both of his strong arms and broad shoulders. He wasn't cheering along with his buddies.
Maybe he wasn't gay and was dragged here with his buddies?
The mysterious man's dark gaze focused in on me. I became flushed and lost my way for a moment. I put my hands behind my head and thrust my hips forward and back. The crowd went wild. I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair and locked eyes with the bad boy. He sat in his chair with his stone-cold face, his eyes drinking me in.
This is way too hot.
Rihanna's words slowly faded away and the crowd hollered. I gathered my firefighter jacket and all the tips off the stage.
“One more round of applause for Falcon,” the announcer yelled.
I gave the audience a bow before disappearing into the back—but not without getting one last glance at him. He sat in his seat, blanketed in shadows, with one finger slowly tracing his lips. A desire formed in the pit of my stomach.
“How much did you make?” Steel asked, following me to my station.
My head was all cloudy and my cheeks were bright red. Who was that man?
“I said, how much did you make, Shawn?” Steel repeated.
“Oh sorry. Thanks again for covering for me.” I didn't even bother counting the tips. I handed him the majority of the crumpled up cash in my hands.
Steel fanned out all the bills and his jaw dropped. “You made all this from one dance?”
I shrugged. “I guess they liked me.”
I sat down at my station, my hands shaking. I didn't have another dance for a couple hours and desperately needed a drink. Alcohol would calm me down. Why was so much adrenaline coursing through me?
Joe came in with a big grin on his face. That was nice change from the Joe I had to deal with earlier. “Great job, Shawn. You got a guy out there requesting a lap dance.”
I nodded and oiled up again. I took a deep breath and my hands stopped shaking. Could it be him?
Chapter Two
Brendan
The boys and I rode or bikes down the black streets, our headlights the only light in the overcast night. The entrance of The Ballroom appeared over the horizon with it's bright pink neon lights. It wasn't the best male strip club in town—the drinks were overpriced but the dancers were pretty attractive.
We had just made a lot of money from selling a huge load of weapons and it was time to celebrate and let loose.
“You ready to party, Brendan?” Maverick, our veep, grinned and slapped his big belly.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “First round is on me.”
“I hope you're talking about lap dances because I'm definitely getting a couple tonight.”
“It's going to take a lot more than money to get a guy to dance on that nasty lap of yours.”
Maverick boomed out a jovial laugh and hit me on the back. The large bouncer let us in and we entered through a dark hallway that opened up to a huge room with chairs surrounding the stage. Private booths lined the left wall and a bar sat on the right with some passed out drunks.
The motorcycle club took their seats as a blond stripper with the biggest arms finished his dance. Hammer, the president of the club, went off to the bar to order us drinks. He was an older guy who has been with the club since its founding. Light gray hairs speckled his hair and beard but he was still built like an ox. I'd follow that man into the depths of hell.
The lights dimmed even further and the next dancer was announced. A bright spotlight hit the stage and a god floated through the curtains. His blue eyes pierced me. The blood in my veins froze and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My pants tightened as my cock came to full attention.
Who the fuck was this guy?
Hammer joined us and handed me a pint of beer, foam dripping down the sides of the glass. I nodded and took a sip. The cold brew slid down my throat and warmed me instantly. I drank more as I sat mesmerized, watching this guy parade down the stage.
I cursed myself for not remembering his name. It was Tiger, Eagle—something close to that. The rest of the boys cheered and I sunk further into my seat, taking in all the sights. His feet glided across the stag. He turned around and slowly took off his firefighter jacket. My heart hammered in my chest louder and louder. He faced us and revealed his shiny pecs. A spike of desire hit my crotch.
That was the most perfect body I have ever seen.
My raging hard-on tried to break through my jeans. Before I knew it, the dance was over and my next conquest left the stage.
I had to have him. One smirk from me and he'd be putty in my hands. I never met a man who could resist me.
I asked the nearest employee that I wanted a private lap dance from the guy that was just on stage. My balls were hot coals in my pants and they needed to be emptied.
“Gotta have him, don't ya Brendan?” Maverick chuckled.
I ignored him and followed the employee over to one of the private booths. He told me he'd be out in a minute and shut the curtains. I sat in the comfy seat and my palms were sweating profusely. Why was I so nervous? This was just like any other lap dance, and I'd had thousands of them.
The wait felt like an eternity, but only five minutes had passed. The curtains whipped opened and in walked the adonis from before. He was dressed only in a black thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. Drool escaped the corner of my lips.
He stiffened and stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of me. His eyes widened and went back to normal as he closed the curtain behind him.
“I hoped it was you,” he whispered.
What did he mean by that? “How much for a lap dance?” I asked, pulling out my black leather wallet.
“For you, it's on the house.” He smiled and every part of me burned with hunger.
No guy had made me feel like this before. What was happening to me?
I grabbed his hand and led him over to me. A spark jumped through him and zapped me. It must have been a static shock. He swung his thick leg over and straddled me. His big chest was only inches away from my face. My tongue must had rolled out of my mouth like one of those cartoons as I stared at this specimen.
“What was your name again? I forgot,” I asked.
“It's Falcon,” he replied in a hard but sensual voice. I could listen to that voice all day.
“No what's your real name?”
His hips gyrated as he grinded against me. “It's Shawn.”
My erection grew even bigger. “My name's Brendan,” I choked out.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “It's nice to meet you.” He smiled. I'd wage wars for that smile.
Shawn stood up and faced away from me. He ran his hands down his sides, his nice ass swaying side to side to the beats of the music. Shawn planted his butt right on my crotch, rubbing hard against me, holding himself up with his hands on my knees. I was getting so close.
Still facing away from me, he leaned back against me. Shawn's soft hair was pressed against my face and
I took in a deep breath of his divine scent.
I put my hands in his and traced them up along his soft skin. “You're so smooth,” I murmured in his ear.
Shawn placed my hands on his chest and I squeezed his chiseled chest—one-hundred percent ripped. How could a guy be this hot? The throbbing desire in my pants was ready to explode.
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have him first.
I lifted his ass off of me and set Shawn down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Shawn stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No guy had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about him? He didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask him to finish the lap dance so he could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in his hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would bend over for me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various guys. Maverick needed two guys to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another guy. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.
Chapter Three
Shawn
Why did I tell him my real name! It just came out. That was such a rookie mistake. The guys backstage would be shaking their head at me now.
His leather vest looked so good on him, showing off his big muscles. His patches on his left breast stated: Dark Steel MC and Sgt-at-Arms. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded badass. I grinded against Brendan, rubbing his giant erection right between my cheeks. The blood in my veins boiled as his hands touched me all over. I'd been with so many customers before but this one was different. He was strong, confident, and so god damn sexy. Desire pooled within me. I got lost in the moment as he grabbed my hips. I'd never wanted a man more than now.