Love On Display | By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Richie felt his mouth turn dry. "Oh." He laughed and shook his head, turning back to the car. "Yeah, sure guys, very funny. Whatever. Let's get out of here."
"We're serious, Richie." Alec said gently. "It's your birthday and… we wanted it to be something you'd remember."
Richie shook his head. "No… I…."
"Shut up Richie!" David laughed as they dragged him towards the club. Richie protested all the way, but before he knew it, all four boys were seated at a corner table ordering their drinks.
"Stop complaining, Richie," Alec shook his head and laughed. "You only turn 21 once, so shut up and start enjoying it."
"Did I hear you say 21st birthday? Who's?"
Tico turned to look at the man leaning on the wall next to the table and frowned slightly. The other man was dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and grey chinos, gold-rimmed glasses hanging on a chain around his neck.
"His," Tico pointed to Richie. "Why?"
The man ignored Tico, turning his attention to Richie, pumping his hand enthusiastically. "Happy birthday, son. Eric Clarke, owner. I've got just the thing for you boys. And on the house in recognition of this special day. One moment, please."
Eric glanced around this club; where was that blasted boy? His eyes landed on the bar and he frowned. He should have known really; sitting at the bar, nursing a k ank and talking to his boyfriend Tom, one of the bar staff, stopping both of them from working. He made his way through the throng of people to lean next to the dancer, placing one hand in a grip on his shoulder.
"Enough sitting around and chatting up my bar staff, boy. Got some work for you to do. Time for you to earn some money.e pue pulled the younger man off the stool, and guided him across the club, not even letting him finish his drink. "Got a special dance for you to do. A birthday treat for a young man. Make it good and I'm sure he'll make it worth your while."
They rounded the corner and the dancer's eyes widened as he recognised the people sitting at the table he was being propelled towards. He came to a full stop, pulling away from Eric and shaking his head. "Eric, wait. I can't… I can't… I…. I…. I know them."
Eric span on the spot and stalked over the few steps to where the dancer was standing, face turning pale. He grabbed hold of the dancer's wrist and pulled him close, nails dng ing into his wrist. "Listen, you little punk. I've just about had enough of your attitude. Time you remembered I only keep you on because you're pretty and the clients like you. And there are clients, paying clients, waiting for you. Now, you either get out there and dance for them, or you pack your bags, get the hell out of my club and don't come back again. Which will it be?"
Richie looked up at Tico as David and Alec shared a worried look, all four of them hoping that no one was getting into trouble on their behalf.
"Perhaps we should just go," Richie offered, finishing his drink.
Alec ran his fingers through his hair and was just starting to agree when the conversation they could hear between Eric and the dancer continued.
"Good boy," Eric laughed, dragging the unresisting dancer all the way over to the table. He grinned at Richie before walking away. "Enjoy.
His cheeks flushed a deep red, the dancer stood with his back to the table, head dropped forward, long wavy hair hiding his face from the rest of the club. He held his body loosely, swaying his hips in time to the beat of the music.
Eric sighed and shook his head, stepping away from his place in the shadows. He tipped the dancer's chin up, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Very nice, " he smirked. He ran his hand down the younger man's body, squeezing his balls. "But as nice as your ass is, I don’t think that's what they're paying to see, do you?"
The dancer shook his head; blush deepening as he turned around, momentarily meeting Richie's eyes.
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