Not For Me...

The music started, teling Kyndal to go on. He took a deep breath as he strutted onto the stage in his thong, the smoke blurring his vision a little but he didn't mind at all.
"I'm such a killer fuck, you're just a B-rated slut
I'm sharp like Jason's machete, I'll slice you into spaghetti
You're such a cold hearted bitch,
They'll find you chopped up dead in a ditch
Pin you over your grave, be my zombie sex slave." He laughed at Asher singing the lyrics as he grabbed his pole. Yes, HIS pole. Anyone else touched it they got slapped. He twirled around it, grinding his ass against the cool surface as he winked at men in the audience.

Rhett was in the bar, having a drink and talking money for Misery. Tonight he planned to sell his pet like usual, and maybe stay around here and have a few more drinks. The strippers didn't usually catch his eyes but he was looking at one in particular. The one who was always on that certain pole. Rhett had never spoke to him but something about the boy made him want to take him out, get to know him...
Maybe get him away from this shitty joint.
Rhett himself came here often but he, unlike the others never really paid for sex or free shows, nope he drank, made money off Misery and played pool. It was strange for him, that one boy was the first time he ever actually took notice or interest with one of the strippers. Rhett popped his neck and sold Misery to the highest bidder for the night, and turned to watch the boy on his pole.

KYndal caught one man's gaze and held it, not moving on his pole for a good minute until he heard a boo.
"Cranky much?" He shot a grin at the man it came from, sliding his thong an inch lower to make up for it.
Rory, a fellow stripper made his way over for there usual thing together.
They kissed which always got the crowd excited.
They didn't just kiss... they tongue fucked and it really would make any guy hard if he watched long enough.
When they finished Rory made his way back to his pole and they danced like normal for a few more minutes. By the time Rory came back, both their underwear were off. They grinded erections and it never failed in making men climb on the stage and get thrown out.

Rhett turned his head away, digusted by the whole display. He could not stand who twinky guys doing that shit, it grossed him out and he let it be known.
"What is that shti! Gross!"
Sure he was still attracted to one but that turned him off really quick.

A barely noticeable frown graced his features. Rory continued grinding against him for their next part together but he slowly shook his head.
"Lay off babe." He whispered
Rory looked confused but did as he was told, slowly dancing away.
Kyndal slid around the pole yet again, his erection pressed tight against it as Rory began crowd surfing. Kyndal was supposed to do the same but not just yet.

Rhett glanced back at him, his gaze lingering on the boy now that the other one had gotten off him. The large man stood up, giving a small smirk as he made his way to the front of the room. He hoped if the other was crowd surfing, the other boy might and Rhett wanted to take a closer look and make the final verdict as to asking him out.

Kyndal chewed his lip, smiiling shyly down at Rhett, giving a wink before turning and falling straight into the crowd. He wasn't scared as all the other performers were. The men always caught him.

Rhett moved through the people and got a hold on Kyndal, holding the man to his chest for a moment.
"My names is Rhett, if your interested meet me out front after your show." He nodded and hoisted Kyndal up again, passing him on.

Kyndal blinked, staying completely still for a moment before smiling and letting himself be passed on. Well this should be interesting. When he got to the floor finally his show was over.
"ASH! Clothes!" He called to his friend on the stage who nodded adn tossed him his old outfit. He dressed right there and tried to make his way out the door to meet Rhett but he kept being stoped by men wanting to fuck him. Sure... Rhett was the same but he loooked... sweet. He didn't know...
"Alright next one to ask me to fuck is getting BANNED!"
They cleared a path and he exited with a huff.

Rhett was leaning against the front of the brick bar, smoking a cigarette. He rarely smoked, only when he worried, and he was worried for Misery, he had sold him off to Trever Murdock for the night so he was soothing he nerves while he waited. When Kyndal stepped out, he stubbed the cigarette and gave a charming smile.
"Hey."
His voice was a bit different, laced with something foreign.

Kyndal gave him the quick once over before smiling and pulling his hair up. He was always hot after a show.
"Hey, Rhett right?" He smiled.

The name nodded, stepping over to him.
"An you might beh?"

"Kyndal." He nodded. "Nice to meet you..." He tilted his head to the side as he listened to the soothing accent. He always loved nice accents...

"Ah, Kyndal huh? Tha name fits ya. Ah don't mean ta bother ya, ya seemed busy buh ah wanted ta ask ya out on ah date if ya don' min..." Rhett grinned at him.

Kyndal blinked at the man once again.
"i'd... really like that." He nodded and smiled softly. My god the accent had him wanting to melt.

The grin simply widened.
"Well tha's great, when might ya beh free for ah date? Any time is good for meh."

"Tomorrow night maybe? I'd be good to go tonight but I'm all... sweaty and ugh..." He giggled nervously. This wasn't like him... to get tongue tied.. "Um so yeah.. tomorrow?"

Rhett nodded.
"Ah'll bah here ta pick ya up tomarra nigh' at this time."
He would have alreadsy taken care of Misery by then.

"Alright. Sounds good." He smiled and headed back inside to pack things up.

Rhett went home and got in bed, content smile in his face.
That night he got a call.
He went and Got Misery early and killed Trever, pissed as hell at the state his baby was in.
That night he took care of Misery, cleaned him up and laid down with him.
The next day he was with Misery until it was time to get ready for his date.

Kyndal had no clue how dates worked... he'd never been on a real one. He chewed his lip, as he sat there and thought of what he should wear, what should he act like? what the fuck was he going to do?
He eventually gave in and called Zac.
Zac was there twenty minutes later.
"Hey Kyn-"
Before the greeting could leave his mouth Kyndal had tackled him.
"HELP."
Zac laughed.
An hour later Kyndal stood in front of the body length mirror in a plain blue shirt and black skinny jeans. A pink studded belt sat low on his hips. It was casual but made him look really good.
"Ta da!" Zac nodded.
"Thank you Zacky."
"No problem." He smirked.
"Now... can you teach me how to act?"
"Um.. ask Quincy, I stil am ridiculously awkard on dates." He chuckled.
Kyndal pouted but hugged him anyway and headed off for the club.

Rhett was waiting, in a tight gray T-shirt and tight old blue jeans. He smiled when he saw Kyndal,s greeting him with a warm hug.
"Ya look vera nice Kyndal."

"Same for you." He grinned and nodded. "So um where are we going?"

Rhett's arm was loose around his waist as he lead him to his moter cycle.
"Hav' ya evea been whined and dined Kyndal?"

"Can't say I have Rhett..." He smiled softly as he eyed the motorcycle with a smirk