My head is pounding to the beat of the never ending music. I groan. Why'd I have to be here again? My friends drag me out of my comfortable home and I always end up here in the end. each time my protests fall on deaf ears.
so here I am at this same gay club, watching my friends grind onto a random dude they wont remember in the morning. Every week for one night they drag me here, and for what? To make me uncomfortable? To annoy me? To try and make me have fun in a retched place like this? I mean at least they were having fun, looked like the time of their damn lives. I'm not a party type guy. I like my quiet, and this? this was not quiet in the least.
This place is the definition of loud. The lights change with the beat of the music, flashing bright colors. Red! Now green! Now blue! Now purple! Then back to red! the shitty dubstep and its obnoxious bass drills its way into my ears. People grinding on each other, practically fucking each other but with clothes on. using the dance floor as an excuse to act like a horny dog.
Why couldn't there be girls here? Yeah I get its a gay club but, Why couldn't they at least take me to a.. Bi club?.. Do those exist? i don't know. But that way at least my friends would be able to have fun, and I could try to get some at the same time. That sounds better than sitting here, miserable, watching Devon grind on a bubble butt bunny.
I slump back into my booth with a pathetic sigh, I whip my phone out of my pocket to see if i could find a time passer. I find a game and play it for maybe ten minutes, those ten minutes of fun and frustration short lived when my phone decides to die. "What? it was at 40%.." I mumble to myself as I slip it back into my pockets. I really do need a new phone, but that was extra money I can't really afford to spend right now.
I sit up and put my hands in my lap. What now? I decide to get up to go get drinks, if i'm at a club I might as well get drunk. I approach the bar and the person working slides me a menu. "call me when you've decided sweet cheeks" he gives me an unwanted wink and I give a very forced small grin accompanied with an even smaller thank you, I'm sure he couldn't have heard it with how loud the music is. I can't decide on anything, everything is so expensive. Where's cheap beer when you need it? the bar tender comes back.
"look hot stuff ya gonna choose or not?" he asks with a serious tone but a smile on his face. "I can't afford any of this." I shake my head, admitting this place is too expensive was hard to do, especially to a stranger. he puts his elbows on the bar and leans down. I follow suit. " I like you baby, and I see you a lot. How about a kiss and then any of the drinks you want, on the house?" That was a good offer. Just a small kiss.
"Just one? I'm not gay though.." He bursts out laughing, "oh honey I know, that's what makes it better! you look like your balls deep in the closet." I give him a dirty look, he continues, "I don't care if your gay, straight, purple, or green. I want my kiss, and you? You want your drink." He is right, I nod my head hesitantly. he takes his finger and pulls me up along with himself, he looks at me for a bit. I'm tired of the tension he's making, it's suffocating me. I squeeze my eyes shut and lean in and give him a kiss on the lips. just a tiny one, like he said.
I open my eyes to loud laughter, though it was quiet amongst the deafening music. "What? What's so funny?" I ask, that's what he wanted? "Babe, I said kiss not a peck." "Ooh. Oh." I don't think I can do that, but before I can tell the broad shouldered man he's pulling me in and our lips are attached. Just kiss him back, it's not that hard.
I decide to go with it and pretend hes a slender brunette woman. His hands on my face are ruining my imagination, I grab them and intertwine our fingers on the bar table to try and keep them down. The kiss can't end soon enough and I pull away when I feel like he's had enough. "That," he breathes "that sweetie, that was a kiss." he pants out. ugh.
"I still feel straight." he gives me a dumbfounded look, " You held my hand. that's not straight as far as I know." I wont stand for some stranger insist that I'm gay. " Then you clearly don't know enough." I snap back. he shrugs as if to say fair enough. "Okay, what drink do you want to drink first?" I looked at the menu and saw a picture of an appetizing drink that I couldn't pronounce so I decided to just point to the picture and say the color "the blue martini." "For a person who can't afford a lot you do have quite expensive tastes." he jokes. I find the name on the menu from the picture and see its price 92 dollars My eyes widen a bit, for something so small its so expensive.
as if the worker was able to read my mind he said "People get buzzed after the first drink at least. I reckon it would take you three glasses to blackout." I nod. I don't really want to be here, I sort of want to just speed through the night. If you don't remember who's to say it ever really happened? no one, that's who.
"I'll take it." he nods and starts to make the drink. the atmosphere is becoming awkward since the bar up here is really dead. " So why are you here at a gay club if you're not gay?" he asks as he plops in a half of a cherry that sinks perfectly to the bottom. "My friends drag me here every week." I take out my phone and swipe on it pretending i'm looking at something even though it's dead.
He finishes my drink off and puts an orange slice on the side of the glass and slides it towards me. when the tasty drink has finished its journey to me the lights dim. Oh yeah, it must be eleven. Every week on Thursday this boy comes out to dance, and the whole club is focused on him and only him. the announcer speaks "you all know him and love him, here comes your beloved sugar plum fairy!" the same introduction each week. apparently he only shows up today. I take a slow sip of my drink and watch him walk on stage. I hum.
"Do you like him? Didn't you say you were a het." the waiters snarky comment makes me cough a bit. I hold up my drink and explain that the drink is strong he nods but I know he doesn't believe me. "He is hot though, it doesn't matter what you like, anyone would take a chance to fuck him." I nod understandingly, he was the most feminine here, so I automatically took a better liking to him than the other workers, though he barely works the floor.
he reaches the pole and the music starts, It's a slow sensual song. The dance is agonizingly slow, and I'm assuming the crowd feels the same way, cat calls be yelled by the hungry dogs in the crowd. Along with money and gifts being tossed on stage. He's teasing the crowd knowing he has them wrapped around his finger. he sways himself down into a squatting position and spreads his legs, his body suit string becomes buried in his ass making the crowd howl.
It's only now I take notice of his outfit. He has a sexy red body suit with a heart cut out in its chest, he's wearing fishnet leggings that go up to his waist, I can only imagine how nice it feels on his skin he has a bunny tail and I don't know if its a plug or just apart of his outfit but either way it looks so much better. he has bunny ears to match too. He spun around the pole like its a carousel, his plump lips form a suggestive smile as he flips himself upside down and does a cartwheel with the long object. he does it again but this time in the middle of the eye catching trick he spreads his legs and slides down.
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, even though he was a guy he was very close to a women in stature and facial features, of course I can't see his entire face considering that he has a bunny mask covering half of his face. "He could make a straight man gay, and by the looks of it he has." He jokes. i ignore his teasing. "What's his name?" I ask curiously, not just the sugar plum fairy I want the real man behind that masks name. "Tate Myers I think? but don't do anything creepy, not that I think you would."
"okay."