Tonight, the owner of the strip joint, Spades, seven blocks down from my new apartment, was hosting a huge party. Kirk, the owner, was a thirty-seven-year-old entrepreneur with the dirtiest mind I've ever come across.

Despite his perverted tendencies, he's a sweetheart and he's like a brother to me. I first met him when I started to continuously sell my ass. It was around the time my nineteenth birthday rolled in and I wanted to celebrate it at a gay strip club. Kirk so happened to spot me on his security cameras when I entered his club. He told me at the time that he instantly knew that I can rake in a lot of money by stripping.

I was insulted and a bit angry at his bold statement but when I shoved all those feelings down and allowed rational, more money-loving thoughts to kick in, I took the offer and boy did I work my ass off. Men seemed to love me and my body. It was nearly hairless and I possessed smooth, porcelain skin that most men found attractive in my area. I also had moves to bring a man to his knees with desire.

Stripping was another enjoyable source of income. I didn't fuck my clients there, what I did was separate selling my body from stripping. Stripping was strictly seeing, paying but not touching whilst selling my body was the other way around.

Truly, I was excited to burn that floor up. It was a long time since I stripped and my body needed the workout. I shoved my spare clothes and toiletries into my small duffle bag and zipped it up, lifting the strap over my shoulder. I left my apartment and began to walk down the street where the strip club was located.

My phone vibrated in my sweatpants pocket and I took it out, frowning at the caller I.D. It was an unknown number, and I absolutely do not answer any unknown numbers. My gut feeling told me to ignore the call and that did. If it was that important, they'll call back on a regular line.

The streets were busy tonight, probably because it was a Sunday night. Sunday nights were considered as the half down nights because every price was cut in half, no matter what the nature of the business was. In this small little town called Arkham, anything was possible. So right now I'm positive that the strip club will be packed and booming.

When I eventually got there, I entered through the side door of the club, which was the employee's entrance. One of the bouncers, Carl, hailed me and I nodded as he opened the door and allowed me in. Loud music bounced off the walls as soon as I stepped in, causing the walls to tremble and vibrate.

Now, this is what I'm used to.

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All eyes were on me. I felt the intensity of the stares on my body as I threaded through the crowd in search of my runaway twink. Or at least that's I learned about gay males who have smaller, smoother bodies.

As expected, it was not a hard task to track him down. He was too easy to pinpoint, making a smile tug on my lips at his failed attempt to stay incognito.

My heightened senses allowed me to dim out the music and focus solely on his heartbeat if I willed myself to do so. I can also track him from his body heat and scent, only from close range, an ability that only we dragon shifters possess. I felt his approach, heard the music stop, saw the male dancer vacate the stage and that's when my heartbeat accelerated and my cock came alive at the stunning beauty that slowly walked across the stage wearing nothing but high heels and a piece of leather thong that was deeply seated in his ass, along with two leather patches that covered his nipples, crisscrossing across his back and stomach, connecting to the thong.

Why is he dressed like that in front of so many people? Doesn't he know that he belongs to me, and what is mine shall not, will not, and cannot be seen by others!? I clenched my hands into fists, drawing blood as I stared at his body moving sexually, provocatively, and seductively across the floor. He made a movement that nearly had me soiling my trousers when he languidly climbed the pole, flipped around and held it from behind with both hands, spread his legs widely, showcasing that those legs weren't just made for walking and he slowly pumped himself down, using the strength of his muscles.

My eyes nearly popped out in jealous fury. All of the men and women showered him with large sums of money, whistling and cheering. One man in particular, who was standing beside me nudged his friend and told him, 'Trust me, I'd fuck the shit out of him if he gives me a chance.' After that, I lost it.

I generated heat in my palms and laid the most scalding spank to his ass causing him to yelp in pain. I quickly scooted away and averted my eyes back to my enchanting little human. He looked around disgruntingly, searching for the culprit but he wouldn't be able to tell who did it because this is a crowded area.

I ignored him and redirected my eyes back onto the dancing man. He was now kneeling and shaking his nicely, well-rounded ass as a female placed a chunk of money in the strap of his thong. That teasing piece of fabric hardly covered his small little hole. I felt as if he was taunting me, showing me that he's not mine and my precious goods were in danger of being seen, touched, and violated.

A mirthful smile puffed his cheeks as he tossed his ass around and around. Each and every suggestive movement made me see red. My body heat increased and with burning jealousy, I took out a stack off a hundred dollar bills from my pocket and walked up closer to the stage, shoving people to the side nonchalantly, and with uncharacteristic movements, I spanked his ass, causing him to screech, tossing the chunk of money in front of him with a heated whisper, "So we meet again."

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