We’re taking it slow because of me. I’ve never felt like this for another person and it terrifies me. I don’t want to go all in right off the bat and end up regretting it. Not that I would. It’s justso easy to lose yourself in something good. Especially when it’s something you’ve been craving for a long time.
Or should I say someone.
Before the night we found out one another's dirty little secrets, we only saw one another when I visited his club, he visited mine or if I saw him around town.
We both wanted the other, feeling that pull but we didn’t actually really know the other person.
It’s been fun. I want more time with him.
That's why I’ve been swapping whatever shifts I can.
I know Atlas is working tonight, but it doesn’t matter to me. I like hanging out at the club and this gives me more time with him.
There's great company and the drinks are free. What more could I ask for?
When I get to The Rusty Pipe, it’s packed. I’m not surprised, it’s a Friday night.
The music is loud, the chatter is flowing and the overall vibe feels… different.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something’s changed about this place since the last time I’ve been in here.
People cheer, seeming to enjoy whatever girl is on stage.
I wonder if it’s Lacy, or Candy. Maybe Mindy?
Heading deeper into the club, I chose to check out the stage first before heading to get a drink, wanting to know who everyone seems to be going crazy over.
But when the stage comes into view and I catch sight of the dancer moving gracefully in the cage, I see that it’s not a girl.
It’s a man. A very beautiful man. He’s got blonde hair and a killer body. He’s wearing black straps that cross over his toned chest, a pair of black leather chaps and a thong.
Like a moth to a flame, I gravitate toward the stage, finding a seat as close as I can get.
But like I said, it’s packed. Everyone here seems to be feral for this man and I don’t blame them.
He’s something magical, like the stage was made for him.
I’m hypnotized as I watch him move, the way he bends, the look on his face like he loves being up there.
Before long, his set is over and I find myself disappointed. I want more. I could sit here all night and watch him.
Needing to know who this new dancer is, I get up and head towards the back, hoping to catch him.
Perks of having the owner be obsessed with you is I get free reign of the club.
Atlas has asked if I wanted to come here sometimes to sing, but I turned him down.
Club 21 is the only place I feel safe enough to let my true self shine. I couldn’t imagine myself singing anywhere else.
So if he wants to hear me sing, he’s going to have to come to me.
I give some of the girls a smile and a quick hello as I pass them, heading towards the back stage.
I’m just about to turn the corner when I see Lacy guiding the man down the hallway.
For a moment, I think she’s bringing him to the dressing rooms but when they pass the door, continuing down the hall towards Atlas’ office, my nosy self has me following.
Not wanting to be seen, I hang back as Lacy brings him into the office. I watch her give him a shove inside with a small laugh before turning around and heading my way.
