1. Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1]


    Date: 3/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Discipline, Domination/submission, Gay, Male Domination, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Young, Author: . glitter bomb ., Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    [1] “Ooh, looks like we’ve got a whale .” Candi, one of the more popular strippers at The Dollhouse, surreptitiously peeked out from behind the curtain. The whale in question was sitting alone at the bar, his back to the nearest stage, drinking what looked like his third top-shelf whiskey. Even from this distance, the cut of his tailored suit and the brand on his loafers screamed ‘expensive’. “Don’t scare him off,” Oliver said firmly, hanging up his coat. “At least don’t go biting his ear like that last guy.” Candi threw a glare over her shoulder. At roughly five feet tall with thick honey-wheat curls, she was a hundred pounds of Southern Comfort with big doe eyes; but her cherubic looks didn’t fool Olly, who had seen her punch a guy’s lights out for getting too handsy. Candi pouted at her reflection and shook her long hair over her full breasts. “You’re late, ” she said, by way of greeting. “Alison’s been coverin’ for you for the last half hour.” “Don’t get your panties in a twist, they’ll snap right off,” Olly said mildly, pulling off his tee shirt and donning the skintight white tank top with the club’s logo emblazoned on the chest. This, combined with skinny dark jeans, constituted his uniform. The music suddenly quieted, which was Candi’s cue—she scowled prettily at the bartender and smacked him on the shoulder none too gently. “You mind your manners,” she snapped, and pasted on a pretty dimpled smile as the music blared once more. She flounced out to the raucous cheers ...
    and applause, and took a second to blow a kiss towards one of her admirers. Olly shook his head as he used the rear hallway in order to reach the main bar without being accosted by any of the drunken idiots who came to watch the girls perform. Working in a strip club was probably every young man’s dream, but after watching the girls get into catfights over breast implants, waxing strips, and breaking far too many heels, nails, and hearts, the magic had long worn off. Not to mention the music got incredibly loud after a long shift. He slid behind the bar and touched Alison on the shoulder, who promptly gave him a dirty look. “You’re late , bitch,” she seethed in his ear. “Your nipple tassel is coming off,” he replied pleasantly, and she ground her teeth, slamming out of the bar towards the changing rooms. He settled into his groove, serving up two vodka shots for a pair of businessmen who were obviously completely plastered already. At the far end of the bar, he quietly observed Candi’s whale. Adonis, the podgy and fabulously gay owner of the club, was talking to him and flashing that much too white, thousand-watt lightbulb smile, obviously yukking it up. Olly shook his head and resumed pouring drinks, trying to erase the mental image of Adonis’s recent obsession, neon socks. That didn’t last long, however, and in a few seconds he could smell Adonis’s cringing amount of cologne wafting near him. “Oliver!” Adonis cried, springing across the bar and practically dragging him over ...
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