Hell yeah.
This was the reason that Logan ended up in this line of work--the loud music, the shrieking girls, the energy that spilled onto the stage, the way his body moved instinctively to the rhythm. All of it. He loved all of it.
Closing his eyes, he let it soak in. The lights danced in his face and he could see them through his eyelids. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at the nearest girl and she let out a squeak and let her much bolder friend slip him a few dollars. Logan winked at them and accepted the cash.
His parents still had no idea what he did for a living. They thought he had some job with a radio station or something. Logan sort of maybe a little bit bullshitted them because he loved them dearly but... he also loved his job. There was no shame in it but he could imagine the color his mom would turn if she knew. And his father would probably give him a good punch. Not that the guy was abusive but it might be a bit much to know what his son did for a living.
But his parents, they weren't here. Just a nice group of ladies who came to this club for the all male line of strippers. Some guys, too. Logan grinned at one of the guys, who had come in with a girlfriend. The discomfort on his face was palpable. Poor fella. When Logan passed the pair, he gave the guy a nice pat on the head before moving on.
When the song came to its end and he was in nothing but his fancy black skivvies, Logan took a bow with a flourish and then kissed his hand and waved it out at the crowd before heading toward the back. The guys who came in after him passed him on the way and Logan exchanged a high five with two of them.
After he was cleaned up and dressed, he left the dressing area and suppressed a yawn. There was a small line for the bathroom and he nodded as he passed the girls waiting in line. Then he rounded the corner and into the main club floor.
"Give me one of those neon drinks!" he called to the bartender as he approached the bar.
This was the reason that Logan ended up in this line of work--the loud music, the shrieking girls, the energy that spilled onto the stage, the way his body moved instinctively to the rhythm. All of it. He loved all of it.
Closing his eyes, he let it soak in. The lights danced in his face and he could see them through his eyelids. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at the nearest girl and she let out a squeak and let her much bolder friend slip him a few dollars. Logan winked at them and accepted the cash.
His parents still had no idea what he did for a living. They thought he had some job with a radio station or something. Logan sort of maybe a little bit bullshitted them because he loved them dearly but... he also loved his job. There was no shame in it but he could imagine the color his mom would turn if she knew. And his father would probably give him a good punch. Not that the guy was abusive but it might be a bit much to know what his son did for a living.
But his parents, they weren't here. Just a nice group of ladies who came to this club for the all male line of strippers. Some guys, too. Logan grinned at one of the guys, who had come in with a girlfriend. The discomfort on his face was palpable. Poor fella. When Logan passed the pair, he gave the guy a nice pat on the head before moving on.
When the song came to its end and he was in nothing but his fancy black skivvies, Logan took a bow with a flourish and then kissed his hand and waved it out at the crowd before heading toward the back. The guys who came in after him passed him on the way and Logan exchanged a high five with two of them.
After he was cleaned up and dressed, he left the dressing area and suppressed a yawn. There was a small line for the bathroom and he nodded as he passed the girls waiting in line. Then he rounded the corner and into the main club floor.
"Give me one of those neon drinks!" he called to the bartender as he approached the bar.
