[Fiction] Original: For Josh - SMUT/YAOI

Title: For Josh
By, Black-Haired Girl

“You’ll never find another gig in this town, kid! You’re nothing but a washed up whore, and nobody would hire you! Sure, you got a great body but there is nothing but nastiness beneath that pretty face. The locals don’t take kindly to wicked people like you!”

Aki shook his head and smiled as he flounced through the double doors of the club, leaving his former manager screaming red-faced behind him. He stepped out onto the open street and smiled up at the brightly illuminated neon that surrounded him. He didn’t need old Dodge. He didn’t need anybody. He hadn’t gotten where he had by relying on anyone else but himself, and he would be damned if he would start now.

Dodge was wrong and he knew it. This city was full of wicked people, and the only way to get by was to have a good ass and a handsome face, both of which he had. That meant he could have anything and anybody he wanted. With a grin he put his hands on his hips and resisted the urge to cackle up at the cloudy sky. He didn’t have a care in the world. He knew he could get another gig in less than an hour. This street was full of clubs and meat markets. All he had to do was pick the one he wanted. Anybody would give their left nut to have him on their itinerary.

And just to prove it to himself he walked across the glowing street to The Pup Stain, his former employer’s rival club. Old Dodge would have croaked if he knew Aki was going there. Carelessly Aki pushed through the door, drifting easily through the smoky club to the bar stationed at the center of the floor. A haggard old woman with a face full of hoops and stud piercing smiled up at him from a glowing blue drink she had been concocting.

“Hello, Matilda.” Aki said with a fiendish wink. “How have you been?”

“Hahaha, you stray cat! Did Old Dodge finally get rid of you?” The woman coughed loudly and spat down on the floor behind the bar. Aki smirked and shook his head.

“I got rid of myself,” he said coolly, letting his eyes slip across the dimly lit club. A skinny young blond was gyrating and prancing around on a stage to his left in front of a pair of older men. “Looks like a slow night,” Aki said, gesturing to the bare barstools and lack of patrons in general.

The older woman scowled as she topped off the blue drink with a cherry before handing it off to a muscular middle-aged man in a practically sheer spandex bottom.

“Yeah things have been slow, my boy.” She assessed him slowly with dark, painted eyes. “Why, if we had a stud like you on our stage things would be different.”

“Hm…” Aki pressed a neon pink painted nail to his lower lip and grinned. “Well, I happen to be available! Besides, it looks like you need all the help you can get.”

He glanced back over to the stage where the blond was teetering clumsily over to the edge to retrieve a single credit from one of the older men.

“Ameteurs,” Aki mumbled to himself.

Matilda quirked a pierced brow at him and then smiled greedily, “will you teach him?”

“What? Now, listen here you old crone. Nobody can be taught what I have.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the struggling dancer. “That kid should just quit while he has the chance, before he breaks his neck trying to walk in those heels. Did he pick those?”

“Yes, the poor dear. He thought he would get used to them…” Matilda spat on the floor again before turning back to eye Aki slowly, “How much you want?”

“How much do you got?”

“Haha! Prolly not enough to pay you, pussycat.” Matilda cackled like the wicked witch Aki knew her to be. She then reached into her blouse and dug out a small satchel. She opened it, assessed the contents and then tossed it to Aki, who caught it in one hand.

“That is all I have until next week. I have expenses, ya know? You’ll get more if you bring in the crowds you were taking in over there at Old Dodge’s shit hole.”

The credits in the satchel would just have to do. Aki could have bargained for more, after all he was making three times as much with Old Dodge, but he would comply for now. He was too tired and lazy to argue, or to find another club on the strip. His feet were killing him and all he wanted now was a . . .

“Gimme a double shot of vodka,” Aki said with a smile. “You have yourself a new center stage.”

The old woman laughed and poured him a sloppy tumbler full, much more than a double but maybe she was feeling generous. He took the glass and turned to lean on the bar, watching the young blond wrap up his stage performance. It was a sad sight. Only two people in the audience, both of which were disgustingly old and unappealing. Aki wasn’t surprised to see that the boy could hardly pretend to be turned on and into his show; there was no motivation there. The tips the men were tossing on the stage didn’t seem too significant. And, to make matters worse one of the men’s hands were under the table.

“How rude,” Aki murmured over the edge of his glass. He took a swig of the vodka, downing it absently as he stared at the scene before him. The whole situation was ever performer’s worse nightmare. The music was wrong. The lighting was too bright, and the two old geezers were cheap and lewd. He could just sit there and watch the kid flounder, but some sick part of him wanted to be involved in the drama. He finished off his glass, tossed it onto the bar with a loud clatter and stepped lightly across the threadbare carpet to the couple that sat just beside the stage. The boy on the stage caught sight of his approach and nearly tripped over himself.

Aki slid up behind the man who was blatantly stroking himself beneath the table. He could see the glisten of sweat gathering at the base of his neck. Carefully he leaned down behind the man, reached his hand around the old slob’s waist and with a snatch as fast as the strike of a cobra he grabbed the man’s rock hard cock with a tight, forceful grip. The man shrieked in surprise.

“Now… how very ungentlemanly of you to touch your shit while this poor boy tries so hard to please you. Don’t you know that is illegal?” Aki purred into the man’s ear as he stroked the slowly shriveling mass with a rough caress. “Besides, if you’re going to get off it is gonna cost extra. And from the smell of the cheap toilet water you splashed yourself with this morning I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to afford the bill.” He clenched the cock hard and twisted it to the left, causing the man to flinch and cry out in pain. By this time the man seated beside him had stood up. The boy on stage had stopped dancing and was staring down at the scene in slack-jawed surprise.

“Now, get your filthy ass out of here and don’t come back until you can adequately pay for this fine young man’s services…” Aki hissed. He snatched his hand away and wiped it carelessly on the older man’s sleeve. The old man tucked his penis away with fumbling fingers and stood up from his seat. His comrade, the man who had been seated prior in the chair beside him, was glaring angrily at Aki with a deep scowl on his face.

“How dare you, you nasty little slut!” The pervert’s friend yelled over the deep throb of the music. He lunged at Aki with a fisted hand.

Aki heard the boy on the stage yell out in warning as the man swept a sloppy punch over his head. Aki was surprised but all too prepared for the attack. It wouldn’t have been the first time a customer had tried to strike him, and it wouldn’t be the last. He had been at this for years, and he knew how to fight just as well as he could dance. After all, wasn’t a fistfight just a series of choreographed movements in time with the energy of anger?

He saw the fist coming and easily avoided it with a quick sidestep. The man lunged reflexively again, throwing off his center of gravity. Aki led his movements, watching as the fool fell for every cue and lure. Finally, panting, the man paused just enough for Aki to swing into motion. He twisted his body and raised his leg, planting a roundhouse kick to the man’s jaw. The combination of exhaustion, liquor and having a four-inch stiletto boot slam into his face caused the man to stay on the ground.

The bouncers descended on the pervert and his fighting friend, escorting them none too gently to the exit. Aki smoothed out his tank top as he watched them go, inspected his patent leather boot for any scuffs and then looked at the stage. The blond who had been there before had gone.

Aki smiled. He looked over at Matilda, who only shook her head and scowled at him. He knew she had lost two customers who probably hadn’t paid their tabs, but he would make it up to her.

He made his way through the empty tables to the back door of the stage where the dressing rooms were. As he entered the back hall he heard scuffling and the sound of glass being shuffled. He slid quietly through the corridors, following the source of the noise until he came upon a meager little dressing room. The blond dancer from before was sitting in front of a lighted mirror, moving bottles of creams and make-up around on his crooked dressing table. Aki noticed he was trembling.

“Hey, are you all right?” Aki asked loudly, smirking at the sight of the boy jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice. The boy stared up at him through the reflection of the mirror, not turning to face him. He was young, much younger than he had looked on the stage. How old was he? Fifteen? Sixteen? Where had Matilda found someone so young?

“Yeah…I’m fine. Thanks for that.” The boy said quickly, averting his gaze from Aki’s to focus on smearing make-up remover on his eyes.

“No problem. We performers have to stick together.” Aki replied. He looked around the meager little dressing room at the cheap costumes and chintzy shoes piles high beside the door. This boy needed more help than he thought.

The blond looked up from dabbing a cotton swab on his eyelid. “You’re a dancer?”

Aki huffed and gestured to the tight blue sheer tank top stretched taut across his chest. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“I suppose…” the blond murmured.

“The name’s Aki, my stage name is Alley Cat. Who are you?”

“Ben…” the blond said meekly. He reached down into a nearby drawer to retrieve a pair of square, dark rimmed glasses. He slid them over his nose and stood up from the dressing table to turn and address Aki. He stuck out his hand in greeting. “I don’t have a stage name…”

Aki snatched the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. “Well, that will have to change. Everyone has to have a stage name.” He released the hand and smiled. “I’m new here. I used to dance across the street. Let me tell you something from experience, Ben. Never trust a man as a manager. You have it good working here with Matilda. She doesn’t pay shit but she is the biggest fag hag there is. If you get a good hag, you’ll never have to worry about anything.” He looked around the room, found a stool and sat down heavily on it.

“Oh… um, well. I’m not gay.”

Aki looked up from further inspecting his boots and gawked at the meekish, glasses-wearing blond standing before him. If he had something to choke on, he would have.

“Wait a minute. You’re not gay? But you’re a dancer… and for men. You knew this was a gay club when you got hired, didn’t you?”

Ben shifted nervously on his white-socked feet and nodded. “Yeah, but… I needed the money. I didn’t know you had to be gay to work here.”

Aki sighed. “Well, I guess you don’t HAVE to be gay. It is just kind of unusual to see straight boys willing to let it all out for some homos, that’s all.”

Ben nodded and pushed his thick glasses up onto his nose. “Yeah, well gay people don’t bother me. I just really needed a job, and I wasn’t suited to work at the straight club.” Aki watched Ben blush.

“Yeah, I can see what you mean. Women normally go for the thick, muscle types. No matter: you have lots of potential. Those guys seem to really like you. I mean you look like you’re sixteen. You aren’t sixteen, are you?”

Ben blanched at the accusation and shook his head. “No! No, I’m eighteen. I’m just a little young looking I guess. My mom says I have a baby face.”

Aki laughed. “Well, she is right! You can market that look. There are plenty of perverts out there who want a guy like you. They would pay a pretty penny for it legally.”

Ben nodded and began to pull on a pair of ratty jeans over his black thong-styled underwear. “I thought so,” he said, as he got dressed. He tugged a snug fitted t-shirt over his head and jabbed his arms through the armholes, covering his boyish frame. “I thought I would have more than just those two. They are the only ones who ever come to see me dance… but now, I guess I’ll have nothing to give Matilda now.”

Aki watched as the boy shoved his feet into a pair of worn Adidas and began to tie them. He felt bad. Having interrupted his show had cost him his only source of income. How could this kid only have two nasty faggots watching him? He had a nice, slightly muscled body. He looked barely sixteen. He was a natural blond with fair skin and pale blue eyes. Certainly he could make it big out here on the strip. What was holding him back?

And then he remembered the shitty dancing the boy had done. He recalled the poorly choreographed gyrating, the wobbling walking and the awkward music he was listening to. He was naturally cute but he had no skills. He had no sexual prowess or seduction in his person. Now, seeing him out of costume, he looked like nothing more than your average anime nerd.

“Look, kid…” Aki smirked as he draped his arm across the doorway to block Ben’s way. “You have potential. Lots of it, and I want to help you. Forget those creeps, we are gonna make you big. You’ll be raking in big bucks in no time, believe you me.”

He watched as Ben gave him a skeptical glance. The boy was packing his things, and so early in the night. Was he giving up? Aki stomped his booted foot to get the youth’s attention.

“Look! You can’t give up now! You have all night. We’ll get some people in here, and clean up your costume. I’ll give you some pointers and in no time-“

“Look, Mister Aki. I have had a bad day. I really don’t want to dance again tonight. I might just give it up for good, I mean… look at me? Nobody would want to pay to see me iron my socks. I knew this was a stupid idea-“

Aki couldn’t help himself. Before he could stop himself he grabbed the front of Ben’s shirt and pulled him close, glaring down into his face with a stern expression. “Don’t give up! I don’t know your motives. I don’t know why you started this in the first place but you owe it to yourself and your career to take my tips. I can make something out of what I saw tonight. You just need finesse. I can teach that to you.”

Something seemed to be cranking through Ben’s mind. Aki knew he was thinking. He wasn’t sure what of, but he knew it had to do something with his options. He didn’t know the kid’s situation but he assumed he had to be desperate to put himself on stage with two gay pedophiles jacking off at the sight of him.

“I… I’ll take your help, if you will give it.” Ben finally conceded defeat, causing Aki to swell with accomplishment.

“Great. Now, from here on out you have to do everything I tell you, without question. Understand?” He let go of Aki’s shirt and watched as the boy smiled back, nervously.

“Yes. Of course,” he said, with an air of someone who had nothing left to lose.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes. Let’s get you into something uncomfortable…”

By one in the morning Aki knew Ben was ready. He had taught him everything he could in one evening. He had given him all of his secrets, his tips, and his advice… now it was time for Ben to put everything he had to good use. The boy was ready, now all he needed was an audience.

Aki peered out into the club. Only a few patrons were there, and they seemed more interested in the stocky older muscle that was grinding on the catwalk. They didn’t look the type. He had to find perverts, pedophiles and grandpas. He knew just the place to find them.

He stomped across the club, passing the bar along the way.

“Where you off to, kitty cat?” Matilda called out after him. Aki waved his hand over his shoulder.

“I’ll be back. Tell the DJ to prep stage three.”

He burst through the doors and out into the night, following the path he had followed so many times in his youth past the porn shops, through the red light district and down to the south side where a particular message parlor stood between a liquor store and a notorious opium den.
The man at the front door straightened at the sound of Aki’s boots pounding up the sidewalk. Aki stopped in front of the bouncer and smiled up at him.

“Jules! Long time no see,” Aki purred seductively. He inched closer to the enormous man, a tower of muscles and sinew, and smiled. The man was in his thirties, wearing a dress shirt and black slacks. His dark complexion and shoulder length, black wavy hair falling carelessly across his emerald green eyes. Those eyes sparkled with recognition.

“Well if it isn’t Alley Cat,” Jules said quietly. He reached out an arm and curled it around Aki’s waist. “What are you doing all the way down here?”

Aki let his hands slip over Jule’s broad, hard chest. His pinky finger grazed a nipple hidden beneath the fine, crisp cotton of the man’s shirt.

“I’m here to ask you a favor…” Aki murmured quietly, his light brown eyes darting up and down the street as if to make sure nobody could listen in. “I need some men.”

Jules laughed and let his hand slowly drop past Aki’s waist, his strong fingers gently caressing the curve of his ass through his tight leather pants. “Well, how greedy of you.”

“No, you brute. I need some men for show. I have a little boy willing to flaunt his stuff, but I don’t have anyone to watch it.” Aki bat at Jule’s invading hand playfully before gazing up at him with a serious, expectant expression. “Well?”

“Where at?” Jules asked, removing his arm from around Aki’s waist.

“The Pup Stain.” Aki replied. Jules nodded.

“They’ll be there in an hour.”

“Excellent…” Aki said with a clap of his hands.

“You owe me!” Jules bellowed as Aki began to retreat back up the street, heels pounding pavement.

“Tomorrow. I’ll suck your cock tomorrow!” Aki called back happily. He practically skipped back to The Pup Stain, entered the darkened club with a spring in his step, and returned to the back room where Ben sat waiting nervously in front of his mirror, staring at the dark blue and black eyeliner Aki had painted on his face only an hour or so earlier.

“Got an audience on the way. You’ll be fine, trust me. Just do everything I taught you.” Aki said in his most soothing voice, patting Ben reassuringly on the shoulder. Ben shrugged and looked up at Aki through the mirror’s reflection.

“I don’t know if I can. I mean… you know… “

Aki kept his hand planted firmly on the kid’s shoulder. “What do you mean? You’ll be fine, you did fine earlier when we practiced. There is nothing to be nervous about…”

Ben shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t! You’ll fuck up your makeup!” Aki blurted, reflexively grabbing for the tissue box. Ben shook his head again and sniffed loudly.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help but be nervous. I appreciate everything you have done for me, Aki. It is just that I am having a hard time focusing. You are just so attractive and confident. I don’t think I could ever be as successful as you. I don’t think I can live up to your expectation.”

Aki frowned and grabbed the back of Ben’s chair. He roughly turned it around and leaned down to dab at the boys eyes, catching the glistening tears before they tore through his mascara.

“Look, just do your best. You’re a good kid, and you try really hard. You’ll be fine,” Aki said softly. He dropped the tissue down to glide across Ben’s cheek. The blond looked up at him with bright, appreciative eyes.

“Thank you,” Ben sniffed. Aki stared down at him. Never once had he ever been thanked by anyone so honestly. He liked this kid, maybe more than he should have let himself. The kid still hadn’t told him why he had become a dancer but after spending the whole evening with him Aki could only assume he had a dark, personal reason for it. Maybe his mother was dying and he needed the money for her medicine? He could see Ben doing something as noble and stupid as that. He had a good heart, and he was just as pure and innocent as his face revealed.

Aki had never been this close to something so pure. He had never caught such innocent tears.

It was in his nature to smother innocence and steal it for his own, so when he reflexively leaned down to kiss the boy he nearly lost himself. Abruptly he came to a halt just before their lips met and stared in horror at the face before him, disgusted with what he had almost done.

“Aki…?” Ben said, his confusion plainly apparently in his voice.

“Ben, I’m sorry I…” Aki was at a loss for words. He started to pull away but was stopped by a hand that had materialized at the back of his neck. The pressure that appeared there pulled his face once again towards Ben. The blonde’s bright blue eyes were locked onto his face. In place of the sadness and pensiveness was a flicker of confusion and something else… hidden right there, just beneath the surface.

Aki didn’t have a chance to read it.

Ben had pulled their faces together, bringing their lips together in a tangle of hot and moist flesh. Aki nearly moaned. Ben’s mouth, the same narrow little pink lips he had been putting lip gloss on only moments before were now against his. He felt the boy apprehensively exploring his lower lip with his own. The sensation sent a thrilling shockwave through Aki’s body. The innocence and questioning of the kiss was something Aki had never experienced before. He had experience with men. He was notorious as a playboy, but never before had he ever experienced a kiss such as this. Part of him wanted to pin the other boy down to the ground where he could take over and force Ben’s mouth open with his tongue. He would probe deep into the little virgin’s throat and take control and teach him what another man could do for him.

But no. There was something about letting Ben take the reigns that was enthralling. Aki would let him. He kissed Ben back as minimally as he could manage, allowing the blond to make the decision on how far this would go.

Ben seemed to hesitate. Aki stopped moving. Was he going to pull away and end it? He felt Ben’s lips retreat slightly and part as if to speak. Aki tensed. He didn’t want it to end. He felt cheated and slightly angry that this was all he was going to get. He had never had anyone only kiss him without continuing further on to more thorough sexual demands.

Ben was pulling away. Aki wanted to scream in frustration. He opened his mouth to protest but was suddenly surprised by Ben leaning forward again to fill his parted lips with his soft, wet tongue.

Aki groaned. This was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced. Who would have thought making out with an inexperienced straight boy would be so fulfilling?

He let Ben explore his mouth, sparring the other boy’s tongue with his own. Ben tasted sweet and clean, unlike the smoky acidic mouths of his paid patrons. Their tongues slipped and slid over one another, tangling awkwardly in between their flushed lips. After a few minutes Aki pulled away from the blond and panted, trying to catch his breath. Ben was gasping as well, staring in horror at Aki as realization began to dawn on him.

“I’m sorry Aki. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive-“

Aki raised his hand to silence him.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry… this is good. This will make you more comfortable on the stage. We have an hour,” Aki reached down to caress the boy’s lap softly. He wasn’t surprised to feel a firm lump between his legs. “Let me give you confidence.”

Ben’s eyes widened at the proposition. Aki knew it would take him a moment or two to understand what he meant. Rather than wait he decided to show him. He dropped down to his knees on the floor in front of Ben’s chair and with deft, practiced motions began to unbutton his pants.
“W-wait! You… you don’t have to do all that!” Ben stammered, squirming nervously beneath Aki’s prodding touch.

“Trust me. This will help you. I want to do this. I like you, Ben.” Aki smiled and with pale, painted fingers retrieved Ben’s stiffening cock from the soft folds of his boxers. Aki leaned down and breathed a warm, moist breath against it, causing its significant length to twitch. Ben emitted a faint groan and began to grind the soles of his sneakers against the cold cement floor.

Aki took that as consent and dropped his mouth down over the tip of Ben’s shaft, slowly, letting his tongue lap and slide over the underside. His saliva made quick work of lubricating the length of his cock. Carefully he enclosed Ben’s now throbbing member with his lips and swallowed back the small accumulation of precum wetting the head. He took him all the way until the head of his cock touched the back of his throat. Ben’s hips bucked forward at the contact reflexively. Aki couldn’t help but smile at Ben’s eagerness. Slowly he began to lift his head, tightening his lips to form a firm ring around his hardness as he went. His tongue lapped and twitched gently against the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the cluster of veins just below the swollen head. He repeated this, over and over again, quickening his pace gradually until soon he was devouring the blond’s member with fervor while the boy was whining and quivering with impending release.

“I’m… gonna… come…” Ben panted as Aki worked his cock with expertise. Aki paused in mid-suck to yank the remainder of Ben’s pants off, letting them pool at his ankles. Ben groaned as Aki ran a hand up the inside of his thigh, probing his hot, loose balls with gentle caresses before traveling further, past them to his taint. He rubbed his taint gently, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. Ben shuddered and tensed as Aki’s fingertip glided further back to his tight, puckered asshole.

“N…No…” Ben breathed, though did not put up a resistance. Aki hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to defile the innocence the boy had, but at the same time he treasured it. It would be easy to force his finger up into his ass and pound it knuckle-deep while he let the boy fuck his mouth, but as hot as it would have been he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

No, he wouldn’t do it. He would obey Ben’s request.

Instead he began to message Ben’s balls gently while he continued to suck and swallow on his hard, eager cock. Ben was twisting under his mouth. The salty stickiness of precum began to gather on Aki’s tongue. A small stream of it had escaped his lips to trickle down Ben’s length to his balls, where it met Aki’s messaging fingers.

“C…c…coming….” Ben stammered. Aki quickened his pace and squeezed firmer on Ben’s balls as the boy began to cum. Hot, sticky fluid burst from the head of Ben’s cock, splattering against Aki’s throat. Ben jerked his hips up, slamming his cock reflexively into Aki’s throat. Aki relaxed his mouth and dropped his tongue. He waited until Ben was done and had settled, exhausted, into his seat. Then he slipped his mouth from his cock and swallowed a few times to down the hot, sticky cum. He wiped his mouth with the back of his clean hand and took a few heavy breaths, trying to will the raging hard on in his tight leather pants to go away.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry…” Ben stammered as his lust began to subside. He had begun to realize what he had done. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Aki blinked and looked up at the compassionate blue eyes that stared worryingly down at him. This guy was the real deal, that sort of innocence couldn’t be feigned.

“Heh. Yeah, I’m fine. That was good. You feeling more relaxed?” Aki glanced up at the clock. They had fifteen minutes until the audience would be there and Ben needed to get into costume. He stood up slowly and hoped Ben wouldn’t notice the enormous rock hard outline at his crotch.
“Um.. yes, but.. you didn’t have to-“

“Look don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure,” Aki purred before giving Ben his most reassuring smile. “Now, let’s see about getting you into this.” He held up the costume and smiled.


The word had spread fast on the strip of the young boy Aki “Alley Cat” was turning out, and the club was surprisingly full. Matilda was flitting about behind the bar as happy as a pierced clam. All of the seats around the third stage were full and the tables surrounding that side of the bar were filled with curious onlookers.

Ben was waiting behind the curtain, wringing his hands. Aki looked him over once and smiled. “You look great. Just great. They are going to love this.”

“Are you… sure? I mean, I have never done anything like this before.”

“Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?” Aki asked, batting his eyelashes at the boy. Ben nodded and looked down at his bare feet.

“But shouldn’t I be wearing shoes?” Ben finally mumbled, wiggling his toes against the cold wood of the stage.

“Nah. You don’t do well in shoes; this will make your movements more natural. You’ll make it to heels eventually. Besides for this costume this is appropriate.” Aki reached down and smacked Ben playfully on his exposed rump.

“Remember everything we practiced. When the music starts, count to ten then come out. I’ll be right in back. You’ll be fine.” And with a bright smile Aki bounded away. He stepped out into the club and made his way to the seat he had reserved in the back, right center to the stage. A few of the patrons looked expectantly his way. Near the right left he spotted Jules. He gave the enormous man a friendly wink. After the thing with Ben earlier Aki was in need of a good fuck, and he would make use of Jules sometimes after the show to help him get rid of the semi he still sported in his pants. The thought of Ben’s little hips grinding up against his mouth sent a cold chill through his loins. He quickly took his seat and crossed his legs.

“Gotta think of something sobering…” Aki muttered to himself. Just then Matilda appeared beside him. Seeing this old woman in a halter-top with no bra was enough to turn anyone off.

“Well, let’s see this magic you’ve done on that poor boy,” Matilda said with a chuckle. She took a seat beside him and motioned for the DJ to start. The lights went low and a few laser effects began to illuminate the ceiling and surrounding area. Slow, smooth music began to play.

“10… 9… 8… 7…”

Aki smiled and watched the patrons lean in and squint up at the stage expectantly.

“6… 5… 4… 3… 2 ... 1.”

The music immediately picked up at the ten mark. Just as practiced a naked leg poked out of the curtain, followed by the scantily clad Ben. He walked confidently up to the front of the stage and began his dance. Aki smiled widely. The effect was extraordinary. The clumsy oaf from before was transformed. No longer was Ben a stereotypical no name stripper. Aki watched as his student worked the stage as Shiba Inu, an innocent and playful and soon to be naked puppy dog.

“Did he just let that man rub his tummy?” Matilda whispered before taking a large gulp from her cup. Aki nodded and smiled triumphantly.

“Yes. Yes he did.”