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It may not have been a job that people hope to have, and he most definitely got his share of glares and sneers from those who discovered what he did. However, Sebastian Moran loved every second of his job. During the day he lived a fairly quiet life, then again, with a nocturnal job, one tends to sleep their days away. So of course it was mostly calm, but on the nights he worked he was known as Basher, the sexy promiscuous ex-military colonel who had all who watched him wrapped around his finger. He craved the rush of the stage, the men and occasional women who drooled at the edge of the stage, throwing their money at him. Money he would soon double due to his gambling addiction.
Tonight was like any other night as he walked on the stage in his camo trousers and white shirt, not that they would be on for long. He had perfected ripping them off, which would always increase the cheers, and more importantly, the money. His eyes scanned the crowd; he had learned to read exactly the clientele he wanted, the ones who would pay for the lap dances, and the much more expensive “one-on-one” time.
This night, while scanning the crowd, one man seemed to catch his attention. His face remained serious, almost business-like. His eyes glances over his business suit, it looked expensive and Sebastian couldn’t help but imagine how the material would feel while straddling the man for a lap dance.
The man must have noticed Sebastian staring because his eyes narrowed at him, causing Sebastian to feel flustered. In all the years he had been doing this, it had been ages since he felt like this one stage. He tried his best to gather himself again, looking at any and every other patron in the club, but no one was nearly as fascinating to him as the uninterested man in the suit. The simple four minute song seemed to last an eternity as he did his best to not look over at the man.
As he did his bow and gathered his clothes, he took one last glance into the audience, but the man was already gone. His smile faltered for a moment before giving everyone his signature smirk and a wink as he sauntered off the stage.
“And just what the hell was that?” The owner came barging in. “I pay you to shake your ass, not to stare at my customers.”
Had he really been staring that bad? He could have sworn he was not staring and definitely dancing the whole time.
“He came up to me asking your name. I swear to god, if I get a complaint online about this.”
“Then it will be the first complain anyone has ever had about me.” He sighed and stood up, towering over his boss. “Face it, I’m the best man you’ve got, and you may hate me, but I’m damn good at what I do.” He grinned, “Now if you don’t mind, I have a few more hundred pounds to make tonight.”
Sure, many people feel their bosses are idiots, but Sebastian KNEW his was. If it wasn’t for the time he himself had put into this club, and the regulars he had grown to enjoy, he would have been long gone. Perhaps one day he would leave and make his own business, but for now, he left his dressing room, his boss still yelling some nonsense at him. He stepped back on the stage, pushing the thought of the sexy man in a suit out of his head.
Several nights had passed and there was still no sign of the man in the suit. After a couple weeks, he finally stopped thinking about him and looking for him. Maybe he had angered the man somehow. Or, perhaps, maybe the man did find his performance boring and chose not to return. Or, even more likely, he may have just been one of the many people who come in once, and then are never seen again. They get that little fix of curiosity and that’s all they need. He was getting ready for his first dance when his boss came back.
“You have a private dance tonight after you get off stage.” He grumbled.
“Oh? And why didn’t I know this earlier? This stuff is supposed to be planned out well in advance.”
“It was a last minute booking, and he paid extra. Now cut the bullshit and do what I pay you to do. He will be waiting in room 2.”
Sebastian smiled to himself as he finished getting ready. It was always a good night if he had a private dance. Sure some men tried dot get more out of it, but the extra money was always welcomed.
After his dance, he put back on his camo trousers and made his way to the room. As he opened the door and looked in to see who would possibly pay extra for a last minute booking, he felt his stomach twist and his whole body grow hotter. Sitting there, right in front of him, and as sexy as ever, was the man in the suit.