Leaning down, I whispered in Noah’s ear, “We have to hop out for a few minutes, my coworker needs the room.”
He finally pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me with an pained expression as he asked, “Right now? Can’t he wait just a few minutes?”
Nodding my head, I replied, “Why don’t you stick around? They have a few drink specials at the bar right now, and I’ll be here all night.”
3
It was a beautiful night outside, and I had to acknowledge that I didn’t feel like being at work. Generally, I loved being there, but I wanted to escape for the night and roam about the town. I had only lived in New York for a brief period of time and there was still a lot of exploring I wanted to do. Still, I forced myself to walk through the doors and greet the waiting customers at the bar with a smile.
I noticed Greg dancing and found it unusual that he would take the stage – so to speak – so early in the evening, as the best money was usually to be made at night. I nodded at him and walked back toward the locker rooms so I could change. Knowing that business would pick up later, I reminded myself that I had bills to pay, and it would be a great stress reliever to get up on the bar and dance for a while.
No sooner had I walked into the locker room than I heard Greg following closely behind me, huffing dramatically as if he wanted attention. He walked right up to me and, without giving me a chance to change, poked me in the shoulder and demanded that I look at him.
“It’s about time you got there,” he said, showing his impatience.
Looking down at my phone, I could see that I was right on time, so I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Let me guess,” I replied, turning to face my locker, “you’re in a bad mood.”
“I’m not in a bad mood,” he huffed, “I’m just annoyed with these early birds being cheap.”
“Not making any decent money?” I asked, throwing my bag into my locker and pulling my underwear out of it.
The other guys favored small, brightly-colored underwear, but I had always been a fan of the basics: tight white briefs that left little to the imagination. I reached down and unbuckled my belt before allowing my jeans to drop to the floor with a loud thud as the belt buckle clinked.
“No money,” he replied. “I actually had a guy stuff a one dollar bill into my underwear earlier. I mean…come on…”
“You should be grateful for every dollar you make,” I replied without looking at him, knowing that my teasing would piss him off even more.
“Are you kidding me?” he retorted. “I hate working these early shifts. Hey, do you mind if I dance with you later tonight? My rent is due and I’m a few dollars short, so I need the chance to make up for it.”
“Sure,” I replied, immediately wondering if he wanted to take my shift altogether.
I would have been more than happy to leave for the night, so I eagerly asked if he wanted to dance solo.
“Want me to leave so you can keep all the tips for yourself?”
Shaking his head, it was obvious that he wanted some company at the bar, and he refused the offer.
“Fine, fine,” I said. “But I don’t understand how you’re short on your rent. You make the same as I do here, and I know we’re both doing well.”
I wasn’t looking at him, but I knew he was probably rolling his eyes. The thing about Greg was that he was mixed up in some things he probably shouldn’t be. My best guess for where his money went was probably to late-night partying and the drugs he joked so often about.
“I’m just short on it,” he said. “It’s not a big deal, I should be able to make enough tonight.”
“Didn’t you make about a thousand dollars just two nights ago?” I asked, wondering if my question would force him to think about his expensive drug habit.
“What difference does it make?” he fired back. “You’ll either let me dance with you tonight or you won’t.”
I finally turned around to face him and said, “Wow, you are in a bad mood tonight. What’s your deal man?”
He frowned and looked down at the floor as he replied, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just a little hung over from last night.”
“I see,” I replied as I lowered my underwear to the floor. “Maybe it’s time for you to lay off the partying for a while.”
He smiled as he looked down at my exposed package and said, “Maybe so…but probably not.”
The thing about working at The Warehouse was that none of us were shy around each other. We all seemed to respect the professional boundaries of working in such an establishment, and no one ever hit on anyone or made anyone uncomfortable. However, once the bar closed and other dancers from nearby clubs came over to party, it was a different thing; we would all let loose and sometimes things would get a little crazy.
Still, I wanted to give Greg a moment to take in my dangling cock; it was bigger than his, and he always teased me for it. Teasing probably wasn’t the right word, as he was openly – and jokingly – express his envy that my dick – and usually my tips – were bigger than his.
I quickly slung my hips side to side which caused it to bounce from one leg to the other. Looking up at Greg I asked, “Jealous?”
“Please,” he said, giving me a pained expression. “I’ve seen bigger.”
“No, you haven’t!” I exclaimed. “Liar.”
I turned back to pick up my underwear again and leaned down to slide them under my legs, then up around my waist. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see that Greg was admiring my ass. I had been doing squats lately, and it was definitely paying off.
“Your ass could look like mine,” I said with a cheeky smile, “if you would just learn how to squat.”
“You’re awfully cocky tonight,” he replied. “What’s the deal?”
I laughed and replied, “I’m just ready to take on the night. Are you?”
“Yep,” he replied. “You go ahead and get out there, I’m going to take a break for half an hour.”
“You won’t make any tips on break,” I said, slamming my locker shut.
“Believe me,” he replied. “I wouldn’t make anything out there right now anyway. They’re the early bird crowd; your specialty.”
Turning to walk out toward the bar, I chuckled at Greg’s sarcasm. Any time he could make a joke, he would always go for it. I tried my best to keep up with him, but he was too witty. Looking behind the bar, I was happy to see that Allen was working tonight. He was easily my favorite bartender, as some of the other guys would give us dancers a hard time if we got in the way of them serving drinks.
“Hey there,” he said with a smile as I approached. “Glad to see you’re working tonight.”
I had always been able to tell that Allen had a slight crush on me, and I didn’t mind one bit. He was a bigger guy, tall with broad muscles, and I felt somewhat safe having him around. Of course, we had security guards outside as well, so that lent itself to a feeling of security as well.
“Here I am,” I replied, smiling as he extended his hand to help lift me onto the bar.
“Excited to make some money?” he asked, nodding at some of my regular customers nearby.
“Yes,” I replied, noticing that the patrons at the bar were eagerly waiting for me, “plus I’m happy to release some stress.”
Allen laughed as he knew exactly what I was talking about. I had a bit of a reputation around the bar for being able to orgasm multiple times in one night; my record so far was seven times, but I knew I could easily beat that if I wanted to.
“I hope you don’t mind if I watch,” he said, as if he had any other choice.
“I don’t think you’d be able to look away,” I said. “You’re the one serving them drinks as I dance around.”
“Getting them loose so you can take advantage of them,” he replied, preparing a glass of rum and Coke for a customer.
As I turned to walk toward the most populated area of the bar, I noticed a group of people coming in. They were all
smiling and laughing, and I noticed that there were at least five girls in the group. Occasionally, we would have women come in with groups to watch, and I was mostly comfortable with it, unless they started treating it as a novelty.
Once, we had offered to host a bridal shower for a group of women, and the bar owner had learned his lesson the hard way with that. They had spent the entire evening cackling and laughing in the corner like snarky schoolgirls, and none of the dancers had made any money. However, sometimes we entertained truly cool, open-minded women who wanted to party and have a good time; those were my favorite.
The group of people walked past the bar toward a reserved area in the back, and I could tell that they had made plans with our manager to have a party there. They looked like a group of friends, or perhaps coworkers, who wanted to come out and have a good time, so I didn’t mind at all. For larger parties, the bartenders were usually able to charge an automatic gratuity on the check, so I knew Allen would make a ton of cash that night.
As they walked back, none of the guys caught my eye until one more person hurried through the door to join them. He was tall, at least six feet with commanding brown eyes and a perfectly sculpted body. The tight tee-shirt which hugged his body told me that he was probably a fitness professional, and I immediately wanted to know more.
I had recently started taking my workouts seriously, and I was eager for the opportunity to talk with someone about how to take it to the next level. Unfortunately, I noticed that a young, devastatingly beautiful blonde girl rushed over to kiss him on the cheek. I couldn’t get a good read on the kiss; I didn’t know if it was a friendly hello or the mark of a girlfriend.
If he was straight, then she must have done a great job of getting him to come to a place where he would have to watch naked guys dancing all night. Then again, maybe he was curious to check it out on his own. She wrapped her arm around him and pulled him in closer as they walked, and I immediately suspected that she was his girlfriend.
Frowning with disappointment, I turned my attention toward the paying customers eagerly awaiting my arrival. Their eyes lit up as I approached, and I tried my best to force the attractive guy out of my head, but I couldn’t help but steal a glance in his direction. Coincidentally, he was looking back at me and ignoring the petite girl who was guiding him toward their reserved table.
I felt the music pump through the floor and up through the bar, and I tried to focus on the beat as I began to move my hips. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was still staring at me, but the girl on his arm didn’t notice as she was looking the other way.
If he wants to see something, I thought, I’ll put on a show for him.
Lowering myself down, I positioned my dick in front of a patron at the bar. I had never seen him before, and I relished the opportunity to release some of my inhibitions on someone new. He gazed up at me with a hungry expression in his eyes, and I knew what he wanted.
I got on my knees on the bar with my dick hanging directly in front of his eyes. He reached up and braced his hands on my sturdy legs, watching as I bounced up and down, teasing him with my cock. It was growing harder and harder by the second, and within a few moments I was fully erect, my cock pulsing, long and thick, demanding attention which he hungrily gave.
Leaning down, I shouted in his ear over the music, “Want to taste it?”
His lust-filled eyes grew wide, and I leaned back to allow him to lower the waistband of my underwear. Glancing back at the handsome stranger sitting with his friends, I could see that he was stealing looks at me whenever he could. Occasionally, someone would make a comment to him and he’d lose focus as he engaged with them, but eventually he would look back and meet my eyes again.
Gradually, his eyes lowered down until he was looking at the top of my cock as the stranger before me lowered my underwear down even further, revealing my entire length for everyone in the bar to see. One of the girls in their group looked over and pointed, causing most of their friends to look my way.
I took advantage of the opportunity, and began to thrust as the guy at the bar desperately opened his mouth to receive my cock. Still, I decided to be a tease, and just before it entered his mouth, I pulled my hips back and denied him access to the one thing he wanted so desperately.
“Please,” he said as I pulled myself back, smiling down at him with a cocky expression. “Please let me have it.”
He reached down and pulled out his wallet, fishing for whatever he could find inside and pulling out two twenties. I shook my head, indicating that I didn’t want his money, and subtly communicating that I only wanted to tease him.
“Please,” he repeated, shoving the twenties up and into my waistband before I could refuse again.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see that Allen was trying to get my attention.
As I leaned down, he whispered in my ear, “Do you know who those people are?”
Turning to face the group of nervous men and smiling women, I shook my head to indicate that I did not. I couldn’t help but smile as I realized that every guy with the group was probably straight, and the girls had likely dared them to venture out to a bar where men strip.
“The manager didn’t tell me anything about a reservation for a party,” Allen added, frowning as he looked on at the group.
I couldn’t understand why he seemed so disappointed, as I knew that he would likely make a huge tip from the party.
“Why do you care?” I asked with a wink. “Extra money for you.”
I climbed down from the bar and stood behind the counter with Allen, looking over to eye the party as they waited for someone to come over and take their order. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that my regular customers were sorely disappointed that I had dismounted, leaving them desperately hoping for more of a show. Fortunately, as I looked out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Greg walking through the door of the locker room and out toward us.
He’ll get on the bar and put on a show for them, I thought.
“I’m just not up for dealing with a party of people tonight,” Allen said, “especially giggling girls.”
“I know,” I replied, shaking my head as I stared at them. “It’s annoying to see that women treat this kind of thing as a novelty, but still…”
“But still what?” he asked. “There are no redeeming qualities about it. I don’t want to feel like I’m being gawked at by some silly girls.”
Looking over at Allen, I could see that he felt shy about going over to greet them. He was wearing only jeans and boots, and probably wasn’t comfortable with being eyed by women. I, on the other hand, had no problem with it whatsoever.
“Want me to go over and take a drink order from them?” I asked, trying to help him out of a spot he obviously didn’t want to be in.
“Could you?” he asked with bright eyes, obviously happy that I was going to relieve him of the obligation.
“No problem,” I said, patting him on the back and showing him that it wasn’t really a big deal. “Where’s your notepad? My memory is terrible.”
He reached down below the bar and pulled out a pen and pad, handing it to me as he said, “Don’t encourage them to order any fancy drinks. Keep it simple, rum and Cokes; that kind of thing.”
“You got it,” I said. “Should I just bring the order back over when I’m finished so you can ring it up?”
“Yep,” he said, smiling at me, “I’ll split the tip so we can share it.”
I shook my head and replied, “Don’t be silly. All I’m doing is talking to them for a few minutes, you’re the one who has to actually prepare the drinks.”
“Thank you,” he said sheepishly, obviously disappointed that he didn’t have the energy to go over and engage with them.
“Don’t mention it. Besides, there’s a cute guy over there I want to talk to.”
“Which one?” Allen asked, just as Greg arrived at the bar.
“Yeah, which one?” Greg added, joking around as he obvi
ously had no idea what we were talking about.
“The cute one with the dark brown hair,” I answered, trying to discreetly point at him.
“They’re all cute,” Allen said with a sigh, knowing that they were probably straight. “But I’m guessing that, since they all have girls on their arms, they’re probably not interested.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said with a cocky grin, knowing that I had turned many straight guys in my day, especially while I was dressed – or undressed – in this way.
“Oh gosh,” Greg said, bracing himself to climb up onto the bar. “Looks like Nicholas is on a mission.”
Ignoring his comment, I turned to make my way toward the group. The handsome guy I had my eye on was still stuck with the petite blonde girl on his arm, and I immediately began to hate her. Not that she had done anything wrong; I just hated her.
Arriving at their reserved area, I suddenly felt like a waiter who didn’t know how to take an order.
“Hi guys,” I said in my most cheerful voice, leaning against the wall as I raised my pen and paper. “Are you all having a party?”
Every guy in the group turned and looked the other way except the one I had my eye on. He was facing away from the girl next to him so she couldn’t see exactly where he was looking, and his eyes were locked directly on me. I noticed that they roamed lower and lower until finally landing on my covered, bulging cock, which was still slightly hard from dancing on the bar.
One of the girls – not the girl on the cute guy’s arm – giggled and answered, “We’re out for a celebration.”
“Oh?” I asked, completely uninterested in why they were there.
“Yes!” one of the other girls chimed in, blushing and trying her best to look at my eyes instead of my cock. “It’s a bridal shower…hers!”
She pointed to a brunette girl sitting next to her, and I immediately took pity upon the poor girl’s soul. She looked like the most uncomfortable person I had ever seen, and I gathered that she would rather be anywhere else in the world.
“Congratulations, do you –” I began, but she interrupted me in a meager voice which could barely be heard over the thumping music.
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