Jay complied immediately.
Grayson walked directly towards the bed and sat on it, leaning back on his arms.
"You're probably assuming Owen ratted you out, aren't you?" Grayson asked.
Jay said nothing only standing at the side and watching Grayson obediently.
"He didn't tell me. In fact he thought I knew nothing about it till today. The poor guy. You really gave him a scare. What did you use to blackmail him? He could have lost his job, or his life tonight. Do you know that? Then that innocent blood would be on your hands." Grayson mentioned with a cynical smile.
"But that, is the least important thing here and also the least of my concerns. What I want to know is what you've been going outside to do."
Jay kept quiet. Grayson's face hardened.
"Last chance to confess, what have you been sneaking out to do?" Grayson asked again.
Jay said nothing, only looking down at his feet.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Alright, then." Grayson smiled. A very normal looking smile.
"I found out you have a mini dance studio in the house. I already put up chairs. All that's left is the audience."
"Audience? What audience?" Jay finally asked with a shaky voice.
"Don't worry, it's just my friends." Grayson told him. "Hold on, I'll call them here for you."
He turned and left the room to make the calls.
Jay stood in the room, in shock, not understanding what on earth just happened.
Grayson came back in some time later. "What're you doing? Shouldn't you get ready? Your audience would be here soon."
Jay kept silent for a while, before finally speaking.
"My costumes aren't here. They're at the club."
"I brought them here for you. They're in your wardrobe." Grayson informed him, then turned to leave the room, but Jay's question stopped him.
"Are-are you going to be in the audience?" Jay asked tentatively.
"No." Grayson replied and left the room.
"Oh."
***
Grayson's friends had arrived and Grayson escorted them to the dance studio.
"What're we watching?" One of them asked.
"Jay has been practicing dancing and he's been looking for an audience for a while. So I figured you might as well watch." Grayson explained.
"What kind of dancing are we talking, exactly...?" Another one asked.
"Pole dancing." Grayson smiled.
There was total silence, and then, "I don't mind. What I want to know however, is if you mind, Grayson."
Grayson said nothing. He only smiled and turned around, leaving the room, throwing a "The show would start soon." behind him.
***
Grayson didn't exactly give him a choice, so Jay complied as best as he could. His shock, seeing his costumes in the wardrobe, even after Grayson told him they were there didn't fade, because, last he saw them, they were at the club he was always sneaking out to.
He got ready and went to the dance room.
The look of shock on Grayson's friends' faces didn't seem to be fading anytime soon.
First at his costume, because of how scantily he was dressed.
There was so much skin showing. He didn't wear any shoes. His legs were on full display, especially because what he was wearing was practically a thong, but the top was shiny and more like a short dress that stopped right beneath his ass, then had frilly strings starting where the top ended and stopping midthigh. He wore something like a thong under that had almost all of his ass on display.
Jay turned on his music, connecting his phone to the speakers and smiled shyly going to the centre of the room where the pole was.
He started dancing, swaying his hips left and right, doing flips, splits and turns. He looked so natural.
Meanwhile, Grayson remained in his room watching everything going on on a tablet. He really wouldn't have interrupted if Jay hadn't left the pole to dance in front of each and every person in the audience, practically seducing them.
"Fuck!" Grayson cursed dropping the tablet he was using to monitor them and leaving his room.
"Fuck!" Jay's friends cursed each time Jay danced in front of them.
The door to the dance room burst open and Grayson stormed in.
"Out." He said.
Everyone sat a while in shock.
"I told you to get the fuck out!" Grayson shouted.
They were all running out of the room but Grayson's eyes were fixed solely on Jay.
Jay only took a look at his expression and knew he was definitely not leaving this room along side the others.
"Look now, I shouted at my friends and they'll probably start calling me irrational again. I really wasn't planning to do that though, but you just like to do things to provoke me, don't you?" Grayson asked rhetorically.
"Whose fault is it?" Grayson asked.
Jay lowered his head and replied. "Mine."
"And aren't you going to take responsibility?" Grayson asked him.
Jay remained silent.
Grayson took languid steps, staring straight at Jay, till he stood directly in front of him.
He raised Jay's chin softly. "I asked a question just now and I'm awaiting an answer." He raised a brow.
"Yes." Jay replied.
"Yes, what?"
"I'll take responsibility."
"Good boy!" Grayson exclaimed with a smile and went to one of the seats to sit and watch. Upon sitting down he turned to see Jay only standing and staring where he left him.
"Why are you still standing there? Dance. I'll be your audience."
"Ok." Jay replied and went to restart the song.
He danced, and danced and danced at the pole.
Grayson beckoned him over with a finger.
Jay stiffened but walked over.
"Continue." Grayson ordered.
Jay understood, dancing around Grayson the way he did for his friends, but his hands were shaking and Grayson could feel it as Jay touched him from time to time.
Grayson grabbed his arm. "Why are your hands shaking? I'm pretty sure they weren't shaking when you were dancing for my friends."
"Are you nervous?" Grayson asked.
Jay stepped back but answered honestly. "Yes..."
Grayson tilted his head at him. "Why?"
Jay was silent for a while before answering. "I don't know."
There was silence for a while before Grayson stood up. "Turn off the music, you need to be punished."