Just A Number..

he name of the club was the Bears Den. It was a strip joint. They had men everywhere, some women. A large bar and four huge stages, one on the left wall, one on the rigth wall and the biggest on was the on on the main wall and on the back wall a band played. The security didnt notice Zac because he was so small.
They had three poles set up on each stage. Right now was the middle of a proformance.

Zac raised an eyebrow, smirking as he sat down at the bar towards the back.
"Ain't you a little young to be here kid?" A rather large man asked.
"Ain't you a little old?"
"Eh, touche." He shrugged with a smirk.
Zac paused as he eyed the band playing.
"Where's the owner here?"
"You happen to be talking to him." The man chuckled.
"Oh, well... are there any more people performing tonight?" He nodded to the band on stage.
"Well there was supposed to be another band playing in a bit but there singer bailed."
"I sing."
"Kid, I dunno..."
"I've been told I'm pretty good."
The man paused and sighed.
"Go talk to them kid, there choice. Go learn the lyrics. You're on in twenty minutes."
Zac nodded and walked to three teen looking guys which the manager pointed him at, even though they looked underage they all had drinks.
Zac talked to them a bit and apparently they were desperate for a singer. They gave him a paper with the lyrics to the set of songs they were going to sing and told him to memorize quick which he did.

Quincy was in the back getting ready, he was the main event for the night. He would be on just as soon as this show was over. He never really thought he would be doing this himself but as long as he could pay for his baby he would do it.
He was nervous.
He knew he could work a pole, he knew he was sexy.
But Zac....
Quincy pushed it out of his head, not like he was fucking them or kissing them or sucking dick. He was just dancing.....
Naked.

Zac quickly had all the lyrics down. They were practicing in the corner, trying to see if Zac would fit in with their 'image.'
"So why are you doing this anyway?" One of the other members asked.
"I need the money." He shrugged.
"If you need money there are plenty of other ways to get it around here." He nodded.
"Like what?" Zac asked curiously.
"Well, a kid like you? You're fucking tiny... some guys around here would pay hundreds if ya let em fuck you."
"I ain't a whore..."
"Even just head might get you fifty to a hundred..."
"I have a boyfriend."
"He don't gotta know now does he?"
"Shut up." Zac shook his head as he sat down.
A rather sleazy looking man nearby had been listening.
"Kid, I got 175 for ya right here. You meet me behind the building after you're done and its yours..."
"Go away.." Zac muttered as he stepped on the stage and took the mic.

Quincy had just taken center stage. He was shaking as he looked around at all the disgusting fuckers. He sighed, standing next to his pole as the owner instructed the band to start playing.

Luckily, Zac was too nervous to look straight in front of him. He didn't see Quincy at first. He took the mic and began to sing their first song.
"There you go
You're always so right
It's all a big show
It's all about you

You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me

It seems like everyday
I make mistakes
I just can't get it right

It's like I'm the one
You love to hate
But not today

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

There you go
You never ask why
It's all a big lie
Whatever you do

You think you're special
But I know, and I know
And I know, and we know
That you're not

You're always there to point
Out my mistakes
And shove them in my face

It's like I'm the one
You love to hate
But not today

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
Is gonna bring me down

Will never bring me down

Don't tell me who I should be
And don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what I should do
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

Shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

Bring me down
{shut up, shut up, shut up}
Won't bring me down
{shut up, shut up, shut up}
Bring me down
{shut up, shut up, shut up}
Won't bring me down
Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
The drummer gave him a thumbs up as people clapped, but everyone seemed turned toward the other stage.
"Zac, be sexy!" The drummer hissed. "We're losin em!"
"I have a boyfriend!" Zac rolled his eyes. Little did he know that his boyfriend was the one stealing the crowd away.
"Zac your boyfriend isn't here! Look at that guy! You gotta compete with him!" He pointed to Quincy.
Zac finally looked up and his heart constricted in his chest.
That was Quincy... dancing. Fucking naked....
"My boyfriend is here.." Zac whispered as he stared.
"Whoa, damn you gotta sexy boyfriend."
"You know what, fuck him. Play break your heart next instead." He snapped and began to sing again.

Quincy was not liking this, he could have gotten fired when one man grabbed his thigh and wouldnt let him go. He punched the guys lights out but apparently that was even more sexy. All they did was scream for him to take it off and to come over so they could stick money where it didn't belong. He fucking hated it.
Music was nice though. Quincy knew that voice, he would swear he did but he couldn't see who it was, they were too far away and the lights were dimmer over there. It was pretty dark in the club except for the spot light that was directed at him.
He gave a sigh as he took a hold of the pole and lifted himself up.

Zac watched as he swore those were not tears in his eyes.
He'd done too much damn crying today.
He wouldn't not again.
"Nevermind, play gives you hell." He snapped at them all. "And I can be fucking sexy too."
The other members of the band gave each other looks but they played the song as he had asked.
"I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
Did it ever get you far?
You never seem so tense, love
Never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man thats worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
[Gives You Hell Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
If you look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you hear this song and you sing along well you'll never tell
And you're the fool I've just as well I hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!"
As Zac sang, he pulled up a young girl about his age to dance with him. She seemed like your common whore. Perfect. She was grinding against him just as he had hoped as he worked the stage like he owned the place. They were getting some of the audience back.

The other dancers saw this and growled at Quincy.
He had to be sexier.
Quincy watched as the rest of the dancers pulled a man us on the stange to dance with but he wouldn't, he could do that. He would not have anyone else touch him like this, he had a boyfriend.
Quincy sighed as he fliped upside down on the pole, hanging on with one leg and letting the other spread apart, giving everyone en excellent veiw.

Zac finished the song and hopped off the stage. He quickly found the man who had offered him money earlier.
"I'm in if you're still game. Meet me outside in ten." He snapped before running out the door.

Finally the dance was over, Quincy quickly dressed and went to go find the lead singer of the band. He found the dummer and smiled.
"Howdy, where is your lead singer?"

The drummer chuckled.
"Believe he's out back. Think he said he knew you..."
The guitar player who was a girl popped him in the head.
"Don't go out there." She shook her head. "Trust me, you don't wanna."
Zac had said that this man was his boyfriend. He wouldn't like what he found.

Meanwhile, outside, the sleazy man handed Zac the money and dropped his pants. Zac swallowed before wrapping his lips around the erection.
He shuddered and gagged as his mouth was ruthlessly fucked. But he didn't care...

Quincy gave the an odd look, like hell he was not going out there. He thanked them and hopped of the stange, walking out back and looking around.
His jaw dropped, his heart gave a jolt.
He saw red.
The man looked up at Quincy, giving a dirty smirk.
"I hear you got your self a boyfriend? I bet he dont give head this good."
Quincy grit his teeth.
"No actually I don't. I had one all up until I found him giving head to some sleazy old fuck face.
"Huh? This is your bitch?"
Quincy gave an animlistic growl, hitting the man so hard it broke his neck.
The man's head boucned off the wall, cracking before he fell over.
Yes he was dead.
And Quincy could care less.

Zac stared for a moment before he spat out ruby red liquid. His throat was bruised and bleeding horribly. He tried to swallow but it hurt far too bad. He continued coughing up blood, ignoring Quincy.
He had told the man a few times to stop. He had felt guilty and pleaded but the man had simply fucked his mouth more. It was too late now...
Zac continued gagging as he put his hands over his eyes and cried AGAIN.

Quincy Picked him up, craddling him in his arms gently. Sure he was pissed as hell but this was Zac....He loved Zac. He took the small boy to the bathroom, sitting him on the sink and feeling his throat. He wiped the tears away with a gentle hand, his face worried and hurt.

"Wh-why?" Zac whispered softly. "I said no... then I saw you..." It hurt to talk. He stopped and simply cried harder.

"Zac what in the fuck is wrong with you!? What in the fuck, I should break up with you for that! I was here because I have to make a living for my baby. I was not letting the guys touch me like I was supposed to. No I was getting yelled at because I refused. But you, oh hell no, you fucking come in here and suck dick!"

"Being a stripper isn't a job.." Zac muttered. "He offered to give me money, the reason I sang here i the first place is to make money to pay you back!" He wheezed. "I said no, then I saw you up there. I figured, hey he's gonna do that, why the fuck can't I?" Zac rubbed his throat as he gagged again.

"Zac damnit, it is a job. And right now its paying good. And you cant do that because you have a boyfriend and that involved cheating. I haven't let anyone touch me because of you. But you come in here and act like a whore? Thats all it was....I can't believe you....."

"I-I..." He was NOT a whore.... "I sucked for one. You danced for at least a hundred. And I saw Quincy! They were grabbing at you anyway. You..." Zac shook his head looking away.

"I knocked the fuckout of them when they wouldn't let go. I was not letting them kiss me or feel on me. But you sucked a mans dick for money! Money you dont even need! Zac what in the fuck is wrong with you! I will not do this with you, I wont have a boyfriend who is around here sucking dick and fucking strangers! I need the money for my baby, or I WOULDNT be here! Do you know how bad I felt up there? All those guys looking at me and trying to grab knowing I had a boyfriend who I loved? Even if they were not touching me I felt like shit and here you are sucking his cock out back!"

"I felt like shit as soon as I started... I-I told him to stop. He wouldn't! And I did need the money! I need to pay you back! I... I was upset when I saw you up there. I was hurt and I wasn't thinking! As soon as I thought I regretted it but it was too late!"

Quincy sighed, pressing Zac into his chest, just wrapping Zac up in his strong arms.
"Oh baby....I dont ever want you around here again....You cant do that, never trust these men. And you don't need to pay me back, I was trying to get the money myself and Im doing a good job as of right now. With this and my usual job ill have it and it will all be okay. I hoep you weren't thinking....I wish you wouldn't have done that just to hurt me and you did what you aimed to do. Im hurt. Im taking you home, im taking you to my home and I dont wanna hear any more about it. I killed him...if you want ill do it again."

"I... okay..." Zac didn't want to argue. He simply buried his head in Quincy's chest. "I'm sorry...."
He wanted his mother.
As childish as he sounded, he wanted his fucking mother.
But his mother had no clue who he was...

Actuallly when Kevin woke up, the first thing on his mind was his baby boy. The kick to the head had indeed made him remember. He had pulled himself around the house, saw his mother and farther sleeping, heard Biddy and Higgy fighting and saw Rick curled up with Rick Jr.
He wanted his baby boy....
Quincy nodded, kissing the top of Zac's head.
"You baby...You are really stupid tonight....How is your momma?"