Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 21:58:53 -0700
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Club Lux Chapter 5

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I thought I'd finish off the story of Club Lux with a few vignettes of
Alex's time working there. Chapter 4 has links to what I imagine the guys
looking like, if you're curious about returning characters. New characters
appearing in this story include:

Zachary: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/148170751951

Jake:
http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/130172987667/kamikanani-stevo-trann


**Audition**

I was in bad need of money. I had just been fired from a part-time job at
Payless so the manager's nephew could take my position, and a few months
later, I was suffering pretty bad. The good news, eating ramen every day as
your sole meal is the secret to losing excess baby fat. The bad news, my
homophobic landlord was making it very clear he would evict me if I was one
day late with the rent. It had reached the point that I was searching for a
sugar daddy to find my basic needs, and I decided to invest a little cash
in going out to the clubs in search of a wealthy man. As I got decked out
in booty shorts and the tightest tank I had, I felt a little bad about what
I was going to do. Still, the club held a monthly "Gold Digger's Night", so
it's not like I was preying on any unsuspecting victims. And besides, some
guys get off on being generous, so I've heard.

The night was young when I walked into Club Lux. I figured I should start
early with my flirting, though after getting a few looks at the guys around
me, I didn't like my chances. Still, it's better to suck off an old man
than starve, as the saying goes. I ordered a drink from the bar, and made
eyes at a couple different guys until one started chatting with me. For the
life of me, I can't remember his name, but he said he owned an
advertisement studio, and he was wearing a Rolex so he was the best I had
at the time. We quickly took it to the dance floor, where I began grinding
on him. Glancing back, I saw a bored look on the guy's face. Concerned, I
doubled up on the sexy, bending over at the waist, trying to keep Rolex's
attention. It wasn't long before he wandered off and left me gyrating my
hips alone, embarrassed.

Over the loud beat of Madonna, I heard a man chuckle nearby. Turning, I
encountered a handsome, stubbled face wearing glasses. "You're barking up
the wrong tree there, son," he said. "That man's a regular here, and I can
attest he is 100% bottom." I chuckled, before hooking a finger on his
v-neck.

"So," I said breathily, "are you the right kinda tree to be barking at?"

"Hah!" he laughed, "I don't have wood for you." I must've looked
crestfallen, because he quickly continued, "That was a joke, son. Tree,
wood, get it? Ah nevermind. Here, let me get you a drink."

He gestured at the bartender, who quickly got him two rum and cokes. I
noticed the bartender knew his order without being told, and the man didn't
offer him any money. "You must come here often," I guessed.

"You could say that," he said with a smirk. "My name is Zachary." I shook
his hand, and we made some polite conversation. I was a little tipsy, and I
ended up spilling a little more about myself than I intended. I told him
about school, how I wanted to use a degree in psychology to help children
in tough situations. I told him how I was trying to get on a new workout
regimen, but it was hard to find the time when I should be out job hunting.
I told him how I was broke, and may have heavily implied what I was
actually doing here tonight. When I broached that subject, I realized that
I had spent half an hour talking to him, and while he was a nice man, I was
on a mission. I excused myself to go trolling the dance floor, and a few
minutes later was eye fucking a portly man with a grey beard. Not exactly
my type, but he had a silk dress shirt that must have been custom fit, so I
approached him. This time, I didn't come on to him so hard, letting him
make the first move. His dancing was awkward and out of beat, but still I
danced with him, using my moves to make his look better. I didn't just
grind on him, but I put on a little show. He pulled a few bucks out of his
pocket and tucked them into his waistband, cocking an eye. At first, I
shook my head no, I wasn't some kind of prosti— wait, no, that's exactly
what I was. I got closer, plucking them out of his waistband and winking.

Suddenly, a meaty hand came down on my shoulder. Spinning, I found myself
face-to-face with one of the bouncers. Well, when I say face-to-face, I
mean face-to-pecs, because this man towered over me, as most bouncers do.
"Come with me," he growled.

"I wasn't doing anything wrong," I protested, looking for the portly man
for support, but he had vanished into the crowd, a surprising feat for
someone so rotund.

"I said, come with me," the bouncer repeated. I didn't bother trying to
talk my way out of it. The music was too loud to hold a reasonable
argument, and my bedroom eyes wouldn't work on a bouncer. Whoever decided
to hire straight security guards at a gay night club was a smart man. The
bouncer kept a hand on my shoulder as he led me off the dance floor, but
when I tried turning left towards the front doors, he redirected me right,
towards the back of the club. I was pushed through a plain black door with
a three-striped rainbow on it. It shut behind me with a soft snap, and I
was greeted by a familiar face.

"Hello, Alex," said Zachary, standing up from his desk. "Please, have a
seat. I have some business to discuss with you." Suddenly afraid I was in a
mob movie, I sat down cautiously in a plush armchair as walked around to my
side of the desk, leaning against a corner. "So, you told me out there," he
gestured to the door, which I just realized cut out all sound from the
dance floor beyond it, "that you were in need of some money. Is this true?"

"Uh, yeah man," I gave a nervous chuckle, "but if you want my smuggling
cocaine or something, well, I mean, I could definitely fit a few balloons
up my ass, but that's not really what it's made for." He laughed softly,
and a little of the tension left me.

"No," Zachary said, "it's certainly not made for drug smuggling." He
smiled. "It's made for something else. It's made for showing off, for
waving in front of desperate, horny men, for teasing and slapping, and
perhaps... more." I was shocked. I waited for him to say more, and there was
an awkward pause as he waited for me to respond. "I have a job for you,
Alex," he continued, "potentially. I saw how you interacted with those men
out there, most of them far uglier than yourself, though you were charming,
and graceful, and teasing. You didn't mind when they copped a feel, and you
certainly know how to pull off tight clothing. But the real question is, if
you'll excuse the pun, do you know how to really pull off tight clothing?"

"You want me to be a stripper?" I asked, slightly incredulous. I was
skinny, short, and definitely no Hollister model, but I did definitely need
the cash.

"I'd like to offer the opportunity. It all depends just how you move that
body."

"Put on some music, and I'll show you," I replied. It wasn't really the
best place to do a strip show, but I'd make do. As a well known electric
song started, I began nodding my head to the beat. I closed my eyes,
focused, forgot the audience of one I was performing for, and let my body
take control. Starting slow, I gyrated my hips like I had seen other
dancers do, lifting my shirt up for a second or two to tease at what was to
come. I kicked off my shoes as I did a slow 180º rotation, giving a little
shake of my ass when it was in his face. But when I peered over my
shoulder, giving what I thought was a smoky, sultry look, he seemed rather
bored.

Determined to step up my game, I slowly started lifting my shirt over my
head, exposing my slightly sweaty pits. I twirled a finger around a nipple,
I flexed and nibbled my biceps. As I went through these paces, I realized
he must have seen these moves a thousand times. If I really wanted to wow
him, I needed to do something unexpected. Spotting a highlighter on his
desk, an idea came to me. I snatched it up, disregarding its cleanliness to
lick it from cap to base, swirling my tongue around the tip like I was
giving a blowjob. I must have looked so slutty, and just a little stupid,
sucking off office supplies, but I wasn't done. I grasped it in my teeth
like a bone as I lowered both pants and underwear to the floor, letting my
semi hard cock flop out. There's one thing I had going for me: excitement
always got me a little hard, whether I wanted to or not, instead of
shriveling me up like other guys. Usually I wished I could avoid the middle
of the final exam boners, but here the pressure helped plump me up.  I
uncapped the marker and, giving thanks that my skin was so pale, wrote
Y-O-U-R-S on my chest, before tracing a line down my abs, pointing toward
my dick. When you lack a happy trail of your own, you just gotta make do.

Zachary was leaning back in his chair now, eyebrow cocked. His pants looked
like they were bulging up a little bit, and I let out an internal sigh of
relief that I was having an effect on him. I wasn't done yet though. While
I am versatile, I had seen enough porn to know how the gay sex industry
works, and if you're my height and build, you're gonna be type casted as a
bottom. So I knew I had to show I could shake my ass. And shake it I did. I
wiggled it, slapped it, parted the cheeks and clapped it. To really show
off my talent, however, I started teasing the hole with my finger, getting
it nice and lubed up with my spit, before sticking the tip of the
highlighter inside it. I can't lie, it was not the most comfortable, but it
was daring. And I'd say it paid off since, as the song came to an end,
Zachary shook my hand and offered me a job.


**First Day**

I was more than a little nervous on my first day at Club Lux. I didn't have
any dancing duties that day; Zachary lets his boys ease into the atmosphere
with the simple stuff first. All I had to do was pick up discarded cups,
keep an eye out for suspicious things to point out to bouncers, and look
pretty. I was doing alright, though I was probably sweating more than was
sexy, and honestly the job was pretty easy. Sure, I had been groped a
couple times, but only one guy did anything extreme (tried to pull down my
speedo) and the bouncers kicked him out for that.

A tall, tatted Latino man, whom I later learned was named Esteban,
approached me on the floor. He had to lean down pretty far to get close
enough to my ear to make himself heard, and I was suddenly overcame with
the strong smell of man. I tried shaking it off, I had a job to do, but
being surrounded by all these sweating men in my underwear was getting me
going.

"I said," Esteban shouted over the pop music, "go see Jake at the bar! He
has some drinks for you to pass around!" I flashed him a thumbs up and a
smile, and he patted me on the ass as I walked to the bar. Jake caught my
eye and beckoned me over when he saw me. He was tall (though at 5'6", most
guys are tall to you), Vietnamese I think, with a sleeve of tattoos down
his right arm that traveled to his chest. He had piercings in his nipples
and nose, and I was lowkey jealous that he rocked a look that I wished I
could. He wore board shorts and a very loose tank top, and he shouted
something at the other two bartenders as I approached. He gestured for me
to follow him into an employee's only room, and we entered a relatively
spacious closet. He opened up a refrigerator in the back and pulled out a
plate of jello shots before turning to look at me. His eyes gave me a very
obvious up-down as his mouth turned into a mischievous grin.

"So you're the new meat?" he inquired, flashing some teeth. I knew what
game he was playing, and knew the easiest thing to do would be just play
along.

"Yup, Zachary hired me last week as a dancer. How long've you been working
here?" I smiled, trying to seem innocent and charming.

"Three and a half years," he replied. "I've been working here longest,
besides Nick the Bouncer and Zachary himself. So I think it's not too much
to ask for a little respect to be shown." I knew exactly what he meant, and
to be honest this cocky role he was playing was getting me a little bit
hard. But I had work to do, and I didn't want to jeopardize my job, so I
told him as such.

"Well then, you better work fast," he said, placing the platter on a shelf
barely in his own reach. I knew I wouldn't be able to reach them. He
dropped his surfer shorts, his uncut cock flopping out. "All yours, buddy.
When you've gotten me off, you'll get your shots." I knew there wasn't any
point arguing, so I dropped to my knees, engulfing his mostly flaccid cock
in my mouth. I love feeling a man's cock grow in my mouth, and his was no
exception. He was pretty hung, I'm guessing almost seven inches, but I was
still able to take it to the root with ease. It helped that he wasn't fully
hard yet, and I kept it all the way in my throat as he reached full
hardness. I could smell his musk from his pubes, and as I looked up I saw
both his arms were over his head, exposing a couple fragrant pits.

Usually when I'm in this position, the other guys takes the opportunity to
grab me by the ears and hold me down on his dick, but Jake seemed to want
to make me work for his orgasm. I withdrew until just the head was in my
mouth, sliding my tongue under the foreskin and tasting some precum as a
response. Then I quickly descended on it again, taking it all the way. I
repeated this a couple times, until it was slick with the thick saliva from
the back of my throat. I started focusing just on the first half, bobbing
my head quickly and applying a hefty suction as I used my hand to jerk off
the bottom half, sliding his foreskin up and down. This was a very
successful technique with other uncut guys, and I could hear him moaning
above me.

"You've been trying for five minutes, sweetheart," he said between moans.
"Don't you have a job to get back to?" I redoubled my efforts, speeding up
despite the soreness in my jaw and knees. One finger ventured towards his
hole, but he slapped it away, claiming he only topped. Since it had nothing
better to do, that finger headed back towards my own hole, reaching under
my speedo, past my balls, and playing with my hole. I may as well have some
fun if I'm going to get fired over a blowjob.

"I probably should've mentioned," he drawled, "that I've already came twice
today. Once, jerking off in the shower this morning. And a second time,
fucking Esteban before opening. Otherwise," he laughed, "I probably
would've cum by now. Oh, you've been sucking for ten minutes by the way.
Admirable, but someone will probably notice you're gone soon." Fuck, I
thought to myself. I need to get him off somehow. I looked up at him. He
was still smirking down at me, his hands behind his head. I pulled my head
off his dick, panting a little bit.

"Giving up?" he teased.

"Not quite," I said with a determined look in my eyes. I stood up, pulling
down my speedo as I did so, and spun around, grabbing his slippery cock,
slimy with my spit, and positioning it against my hole. I knew from
orientation that all employees at Club Lux were on Prep and got tested
regularly, and therefore Jake didn't need a condom. I sank down onto his
ass in one go, a feat that was only made possible because of the fact that
a friend of mine and I had flip fucked that afternoon in celebration of me
getting the job. I still probably had a little bit of lube deep inside me
from that, and it helped me sink down to the base so easily. I gasped. Jake
felt good.

He seemed a little surprised too as my thick cheeks came to rest in his
pubes. I didn't go gentle on him, slamming my ass back into his groin,
clenching my hole to milk the cum out of him. I'm only lifting up an inch
before letting gravity take me back down, and damn does it feel good.
Suddenly, I see his ink-covered arm wrap around my chest, pulling me back
against his body, my feet almost leaving the floor. My own cock is rock
hard as he fills me up with his cum, and I can't help but moan myself at
the feeling. As he comes down from the high, Jake gives me a sharp bite on
the ear.

"Now can I go back to work?" I ask, the worry starting to creep back into
my voice.

"Why the rush? You still have five minutes left on your twenty minute
break," he replied with a wink.


**Flip Night**

Zachary loved his theme days. In fact, pretty much every day at Club Lux
had some kind of theme, from Drag Night and "Your Skin is a Canvas"
Weekend, to Military Day and Leather Week. Tonight was special for me
though, because it was my first Flip Night as a dancer. Sometimes it
annoyed me how, as a short gay man with a huge ass, people assumed I was
purely a bottom. And don't get me wrong, I love having hung men slip their
huge pieces of meat into my well-trained ass. But my cock gets lonely
sometimes, and wants to get a piece of the fun. While plenty of my fuck
buds enjoyed me topping them, in Zachary's words: "the patrons of my bar
come to see that tight little ass get fucked, not the other way around."
This rule was inverted, however, on Flip Night. Tonight, the skinny,
feminine, short, and twinky of the dancers got to fuck the men who had
fucked us for so long. Diego was going to get fucked by Jay, Dev was going
to get fucked by Esteban (who really was more of a top, but no one was
counting), and I was lucky enough to get paired up with Raphael. We had
performed together only a few times, but even so, I knew him pretty well.
Raph was a friendly guy who always made sure to get to know the new
dancers. I was excited to be giving it to him.

We met in the locker room before the show. He was on his back on the bench,
Diego propped up above him, both of them 69ing. As I got closer, I realized
that neither of their cocks were being played with; both men were rimming
one another. I snuck up on them, grabbing their hard dicks in my hands and
giving them a quick tug. Diego moaned, and fell off Raphael, his naked ass
landing on the floor. We laughed as he tensed his muscles, trying to hold
back an orgasm at the sudden stimulation.

"Damn, someone was close. You sure you're gonna be able to hold out as
you're getting fucked?" I teased, as he stumbled to his feet, swiping me
into a headlock.

"Little puta," he growled, before tossing me into Raph's arms. "You warm
him up, he's your partner. Before I could quip "with pleasure" Raph had
manhandled me so my face was right in his sweaty ass crack. My words were
smothered against his pucker, which was already fairly wet from Diego's
ministrations. I slathered my own spit onto his, tasting both Diego and
Raphael, before plunging my tongue into him. He tasted salty and musky, and
I couldn't get enough. I was like a pig, chowing down on his tight top's
hole as he started licking mine, and it wasn't long before I was as hard as
a rock. I could feel his own erection pressing up against my abs, and I
wasn't sure if the moisture I felt was his precum or my sweat.

Raphael's ass was fairly hairless, and I rubbed his smooth, dark skin all
over my cheeks as I licked his hole. I was in the mood to eat ass, and eat
ass I did, getting lost in the tastes and textures against my tongue. I was
so lost it in, I barely even registered when Raphael began licking my taint
and balls, before deep throating my cock to the base. We were shaken out of
our daze by Jay, who had come to tell us that it was time to hit the floor.
Winking at Raphael, who looked a little flustered and less cool than usual,
I went out to do my job.

The entire night I was impatient to get back into Raphael's ass. I probably
wasn't doing my job very well, but since half of it was just prancing
around in underwear, I was probably fine. Time flew by, and before I knew
it, Raphael and I were ready to go out onstage together. We'd be performing
simultaneously with Diego and Jay, and the two "tops" walked out before us,
dressed only in white briefs and a stripper cuffs and bowtie combo. "You
excited to top Diego?" I asked Jay, who was looking less than happy.

"Ugh no," he drawled. "I just want to get this night over with. I have to
take a viagra just to stay hard while fucking a guy. But with this ass," he
slapped it in its leather shorts, "can you blame me for being a bottom?" I
side-eyed his ass, the one thing about him I was lowkey jealous of, as he
started prancing out onto stage. I followed, and both of us took our
positions behind our men. Jay was lucky enough to be taller than Diego, but
I had to push Raphael on the small of his back so he wasn't blocking me.
Doing so perked his ass out in my direction, and I was almost willing to
say screw the stage directions and fuck him right there. But we had to play
around a little first, so the two of us made a show of dominating the
bigger guys, pushing them to their knees, stripping off their clothing,
making them kiss our bodies. The crowd was loving it, as they always do,
and one high-pitched voice screamed out "Fuck the bitches!", earning laughs
from the audience. May as well give the people what they want, I thought,
pulling my cock out through the slit in the leather shorts. Jay did the
same, and we pushed into our partner's asses in sync. The sudden warmth and
tightness felt so good, I had to mentally distract myself to not cum on the
spot. Raph had lubed himself up nicely, and I loved the slick feeling as I
slowly pulled out, before pushing in one strong thrust to the hilt.

We started out slow, making eye contact with eachother as we fucked our
men. Each of our powerful thrusts were pushing the studs closer together,
until they were close enough to begin making out and groping one another. I
love how we looked at that moment. Jay, the lanky, bubble butt twink,
fucking Diego, the shorter, Latino muscle Adonis. Raphael, the hunky,
ripped dark-skinned Brazilian stud getting pounded by me, the cute, short
boy. And truly I was pounding away, really beating up his ass with my
thrusts, fucking him with a vengeance. He was holding onto Diego for
support as I let him have it, his muscles clenching and his glutes
jiggling. I scratched down his back with my hands, throwing back my head
and growling as I surrendered to my animalistic lust. Raphael was clenching
his hole, whipping me into a frenzy as I punched my cock into his guts. I
am by no means hung, but I use my whole body to fuck, and Raphael was
feeling the brunt of it. Suddenly, he clenched up even tighter than before,
and I was pushed over the edge. I whipped my cock out of his body with a
loud pop and began cumming all over his back as he and Diego came on
eachother's cocks. The audience was cheering loudly and dollar bills were
landing all around us. I was a little dazed when I heard Raphael's voice
growl in my ear, "I'm giving you all that and more next time, bitch."


That's the end of the Club Lux series. Contact me via email or at
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