Magic & Coffe. Caliente! {RP Swap}

The music finally began to die away as the dancers on stage began making their way back to the dressing rooms. Two women and two men, all dressed in nothing but their scantily-clad undergarments, hauled into the hallways where they each branched off into their designated changing rooms. Marcos, sitting in a small, comfy armchair in the back, noticed the two men that came in. He never bothered to get to know them or anything, but he knew their faces. They were still pretty new after all, so it would take some time. Both men undressed themselves entirely, causing a slight blush to come over Marcos's face as he quickly turned away. Nudity wasn't a problem for him; it did, however, cause him to think about some of the rather questionable things in his past.

Yes he had slept with other men. Every time (minus once) was either for money or due to the influence of alcohol. It wasn't that he was bisexual; in fact, he could never see himself in a romantic relationship with a male. Ever. But he could get physically turned on by one, and on the rare occasion that he was either broke or heavily drinking, he would find someone and things would happen. That's just how it was for him.

But tonight, he was preparing to go on-stage with two other men, dancing and thrusting their hips to the beat of the music to make money. It all sounded so weird to Marcos yet it felt really awesome to have that attention. He could hear the silence outside, his door, which meant it was time for him to leave the comfort of his naked friends and venture out into the world of unknown. Ever since that one night, Marcos had wanted to do this - he yearned to have his own night to strip. But now that it came rolling around like a freight train, he was nervous. There was no getting over this nervousness at all. He just had to do it. And he would do it well, too.

In a few moments, the music began to play slowly and softly, cueing Marcos's two partners to run out onto stage in a frenzy. There were many couches surrounding the stage, all just beside the bar to allow quick access for the drunkards to enhance their beer goggles. This stage was a large one with three poles in a triangular position, red lights now blazing on the white tile flooring. The men were dressed in firefighter outfits, the yellow pants and suspenders with a navy blue shirt underneath. They were screaming about putting out the fire and surprising the audience by launching red confetti from their prop water hose out into the audience, causing a few of the ladies in front to scream in surprise.

And that's when Marcos burst through a thin wall set up in the center of the stage coming from the back. This young Hispanic was dressed in the same suspenders but without a shirt, hips swaying and finding their way to the front pole. Just behind him, the two young men tossed their prop to the back and ran to their poles, ripping their shirts into shreds and tossing them into the audience. Marcos began to move with the now-playing hip hop music, grinding his hips into the pole and licking his lips slowly. He took this opportunity to take some advice that Naomi had given him before.

Find someone in the audience and focus on them. Look around a bit, but make sure you make eye contact with that one person. If you do, you're definitely going to get a good tip. One good tip from someone could really make a difference in your entire night.

The first person Marcos noticed was a pink-haired young man, enjoying a fruity drink with some other young men. Marcos attempted to make eye contact with him, slowly sliding his left hand down into his pants and massaging himself in preparation for his later moves. He began to imitate some of the moves he had seen some of the other strippers doing, bending over and shaking his butt in the audience while shooting out constant seductive gazes. It was really weird at first, but for some reason he was enjoying himself. He kept looking back over at the pink-haired young man, hoping to catch his attention and to make some extra cash tonight.

Helps that he's easy to pick out. And definitely quite handsome. Bet he's quite the popular one.

WORDS!: xxx    TAG!: Gabe & Quentin    SETTING!: 5^of May, around 6pm.

Marcos couldn't help but to throw his head back and laugh at the sound of the blonde man's squeak. He found it somewhat adorable - not in a romantic way, but more of a boyish charm-like way. While his hips moved and his body rocked, he turned his gaze and eyed the bright haired young man once more, running a finger from his lips all the way to the teen's. At that point, Marcos became aware of what was going on, and everything suddenly became awkward. Here he was, a heterosexual male that had no romantic attraction to men, dancing all over their lap like a slave just to get money. To be perfectly honest it beat what he had done in the past as this would keep him a lot safer from STDs, but it was still degrading to a point. But he couldn't just stop mid-dance, no he had to keep going!

At this point, the music began to transition slowly, which meant now was a perfect time to change partners. Marcos, in all of his athletic glory, leaned back and swung his left leg up and over the young man's head, making sure to do it slowly enough for him to get a nice look at everything. Now it was time for the blonde kid's dance! The exotic bartender then proceeded to move slowly on over, taking his dear sweet time to ensure an agonizing wait. When he finally reached him (only a foot away), Marcos grabbed ahold of his shirt and rubbed his hands against his chest, moving forward to straddle him. He was more attractive than the pink-haired man, or at least Marcos thought so, but it was probably because of how out-of-place and uncomfortable he looked. It didn't matter because now, in this moment, he was going to have a little fun.

With his hips still swaying to the music, Marcos applied pressure to the boy's lap, moving forward and backward while holding onto this shirt and massaging his chest. Lower. And lower. Both hands moved lower until Marcos found the waistband of his pants. That's as far as he could go, which was fine, but he wanted to do this as slowly and as seductively as possible. Warm trails of sweat appeared all over his body, causing him to feel hotter and hotter by the second. It was getting to be too warm, but he couldn't stop now!

But that's when things went awry.

Somehow or another, Marcos's left hand slipped (while the right still clutched his shirt) and moved south. In fact, he lost his balance a bit, so instead of toppling backward, his left hand immediately shot downward and grabbed hold of something that it shouldn't have. For a second, it seemed that everything stopped. Only he and the blonde were aware of what happened, but Marcos felt himself about to explode. His blood pressure went through the roof and he felt a bit lightheaded but overall he showed no signs of passing out. It took a moment before his left hand finally released its grip on Gabriel's unseen parts; in reality it seemed like forever when only a second had passed. Marcos looked at the young man, changing his demeanor entirely, knowing that he did something he really shouldn't have. But the only thing he could choke out through his own matching crimson cheeks was a meek apology.

"W-whoah s-s-sorry!" The look on his face was priceless, and he was sure that the pink-haired man was still watching. This could have cost him his job, or at least he thought, so he hoped that he wouldn't make such a big deal out of this. But Marcos didn't know him, and he somewhat forced himself on the poor man, so there was no telling what was going to happen from here.

WORDS!: xxx    TAG!: Gabe & Quentin    SETTING!: 5^of May, around 6pm.