Free Your Mind

I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no no
I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes
That doesn't mean that I'm out sellin' dope no no no

Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn't mean there's another blood in my heir yea yea
I might date another race or color
It doesn't mean I don't like my strong black brothers

Mike took one more look in the mirror before he heard his music hit. He was 'The Miz' but not even his wrestling career was bringing in enough money for the surgery he needed. And so what did he do on the side? He smiled at his reflection. a tight tank top and leather pants never looked so good.

Mike walked onto the stage; his hips swayed to the music, the metal pole in the center of the stage gleamed as men call out to him. He put a hand on the pole and went to work.

Rayner rested his elbows on the bar, sipping his Jim and coke. He had been at the club for 2 hours and not a single man had caught his eye.

"Scheiße (shit)" He cursed. Draining down that last of his drink he turned to leave. That was, until he realised who had just walked onto the stage. A smirk formed on his pale lips.

Mike did he normal routine, stripping down and taking the money that was thrown at him and onto the stage. He had take off the tank top, and he was now left in nothing but his tight spanikes.

He wiggled his ass in some random guys face who gave him a hundred dollar bill, scowling when he smack his ass. He had yet to notice the the man watching him.

His smirked turned into a full on grin as he aimlessly walked towards the stage, his hand moving into his pocket. Reaching over he grabbed a stool and sat down.

Mike was an expert at this, he knew how to pop lock and drop it, he could practically fuck the pole. Which was what he was doing, acting as if the pole was his lover as he danced to the music, he was always a crowd favorite.

Rayner leaned closer to the stage, practically memorised at the movements being performed in front of his eyes. Ah yes, he remembered who this man was. Though he had seen The Miz wrestle before, he hadn't had the chance to get into the ring with him. But after seeing this!! There was a lot more he wanted to get into.

Mike didn't know who that man was, but he looked very familiar. He decided not to push it, he didnt want the locker room talking about how he was a slut.

Rayner pushed one of the bystanders out of the way, "Aus dem Weg! (Out of my way!)" He growled. When he was close enough he pulled out $50 and threw it onto the dance floor.

Mike watched the man with sly eyes. Maybe he could do a little bit. The man had just thrown a $50 and he needed the money. Mike got on his nees and crawled over to the man. He heard his speaking German so just in case he didn't speak English Mike had to speak German.
"Hallo, wie mein Tanz?"(Hi, Like my dance?)

Rayner flashed a toothy grin. Now that was something he wasn't expecting!

"Ja, ich habe nicht eine Tänzerin, wie Sie in Jahren nicht gesehen. (Yes, I haven't seen a dancer like you in years) Tell me lad, what would you do for this 100 dollar bill" He smirked, waving the note in his hand.

"What do you what me to do?" The words were whispered so no one else can here. "For a hundred i'll give you a nice dance, for two i'll let you borrow my mouth. For 1000 you can fuck me."

He was not a whore but without the money he would die. He needed this and that's what he had to keep telling himself.

Rayner cursed in his head, wishing he had more money. But he did have enough to make this night interesting.

"Well I can give you this $100 note now," He said dropping it onto the stage, "And I'll throw in another 200 if you catch my drift" He winked.

Mike scooped the money up and put it away before giving Rayner is own little erotic dance. Mike did many kinky things, he worked for his money. He could do down almost level with the floor and he did.

Now this is what he wanted! Rayner let out a sigh, feeling his pants straining as Mike did his dance.

Mike gave a grin to the crowd as his song faded away and he gathered his clothes before his last song came on. He would be completely naked for this number.

Rayner realised that the music had faded. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced over at Mike.

I see you winding and grinding up on that floor
I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know, girl

Money in the air that's mo' fair, grab you by your coat tail
Take you to the motel, wholesale
Don't tell, won't tell, baby say I don't talk dog
But she told on me, oh well

Mike winked at Rayner as his final song came on. The crowd already chanted "Take It off!!!!" as he got ready, his hands sliding over his sweat slicked skin. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as a finger tugged at the waist band of his spainkes.

That toothy grin appeared again. Rayner lent closer to the stage, his chest pressing against the barrier. He had to cross his legs, the bulge in his pants was far to noticeable.

Mike dance for maybe ten minutes, just teasing his many fans before pulling his spainkies off, leaving himself bare as he threw them to the crowd. Mike was a favorite for the fact that he would get dirty. It showed as he ran a finger down the length of his cock, licking his lips like a sex kitten as people watched mesmerized by his movements.

Rayner felt his tongue slip slightly out of his mouth. He moved his hand dwon across his abs to stroke softly at his groin.

Mike let his his hips sway, giving every one a good view of his ass as he sauntered off the strange and into his dressing room. He sat in a chair and waited.

Wait...it was over already! Rayner sat up and walked towards the backstage entranced beside the stage. That was, until he was stopped by a security guard.

Mike was growing impatient. He hadn't even thought about the security guards. He waited another ten minutes before growling and getting dressed. He sighed as he wondered around back stage looking for someone he could score the extra cash with.

"Let me through!" Rayner growled. The security guard merely pushed back, folding his arms. He felt his eye twitch.
"I need to see Mike!" He yelled, his accent growing fuller with each word.
"No one is to see the dancers unless they summon you, now scram" The burly man rumbled.

Mike had been walking by when he heard the small commotion. He watched as his personal guard wouldn't let Rayner in. He gave an annoyed growl before stomping up to his guard. "Paul, let him through, he is with me." Mike ordered as the big man stepped aside. He took Rayner's hand and led him to his room.