Return to Rooster's- Part 1/2 (Patreon)

If you were a fan of my friend Paul, then you're in luck tonight! Check out the Paul's Stories collection for the first story series that featured his photos. We stripped him down to his briefs last time, but he's showing it all this time... After you get done reading Part 1, head over to the Discord to see him in his underwear, and on Thursday, they'll come off for Part 2!

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“You’ll be able to make a couple of hundred bucks for less than thirty minutes of work- easy.”

Those words were ringing through my ears as I stood outside of Rooster’s once again. A few days ago, I’d been standing on this same sidewalk in a much different outfit. I had had on my shirt, tighty whities, boots, and my coworker’s jacket wrapped around my waist. My pants had never been found on the dance floor, and I had been handed my stuff that had fallen out of my pockets by one of the waiters with a smile. He’d grazed my leg with his hand as he walked away, and I just had to wrap that coat around me even tighter.

I’d tried to get my friends to leave, but they apparently couldn’t get enough of this place no matter what embarrassment I’d just been through. First, I’d been exposed as a tighty whitey wearer, and then I’d never even gotten to cover them back up. The drag queen had stayed onstage a little bit, but I couldn’t make eye contact. I really only looked up from my beer to see a set of dancers get up on stage wearing tiny trunks with fake cowboy belts around their waists. The crowd luckily looked up at them more than they were looking at me, so I was happy for that.

A little bit after they left the stage, my friends had finally had enough so we got up to leave, and I quickly weaved my way towards the door to grab the Uber that was waiting outside for me. Before I could get there though, one of the club employees had stopped me near coat check.

“I saw you staring up at my dancers.”

“Oh, I was just happy that they were taking the spotlight away.”

“You want to join them up there?”

“What, no? I’m straight.”

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me, and I was beginning to wonder if I wasn’t telling the truth myself.

“You’ll be able to make a couple of hundred bucks for less than thirty minutes of work- easy.”

With that remark, he slipped me a business card and disappeared into the crowd. I looked back for just a second and then headed outside and quickly into the car parked on the curb.

And now, despite the butterflies rolling around in my stomach, I was here again. I needed to regain a bit of control, and this one night could do it. I would put on that tiny underwear, the ones that matched everyone else, and then I’d shake my hips for some twenties and leave out the back door. At least that was the game plan…

Once I told the bouncer that I was looking for Samuel, I was led down a side corridor to a dressing room in the back which was thankfully empty. The other guys were apparently already ready, so I was able to change in peace. My uniform for the night was different than I’d expected. Instead of the trunks, the underwear was even smaller- a thong covered in little newspaper headlines. On top of them, there was thankfully more fabric with a pair of chaps that sat low on my hips and a blue button down which snapped onto the chaps.

In another crowded hallway, I saw the other cowboys in front of me, and they ushered me forward past them to the front of the line. Samuel, the club owner who’d given me his business card last time, was standing there with a smile on his face.

“You’ve got four minutes to earn as much cash as you can, and then you can head out. Sound fair?”

“Wait what? I thought I was dancing behind these guys.”

“Paul- the dancers are on weeknights. This is Friday- you’re a stripper tonight.”

I had no time to think or try to back down the hallway again before I was pushed out on stage. The crowd looked the exact same as last time, but I felt even more nervous with no one else beside me. No DJ, no announcement- just some familiar music spilling out of the speakers above me. Very appropriate for this bar, I heard the opening notes of Pony greet me as I began awkwardly shaking my hips.

Why hadn’t I realized that I wouldn’t be getting a huge paycheck for just being a back-up dancer? Why didn’t I realize that the offer was too good to be true?

As I stood almost completely still, the crowd started to turn against me. The only thing worse than stripping tonight would be doing it for free, so I had to put in some work. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward into the spotlight and ripped my shirt open in one move to start the show.

The metal snaps seemed loud enough to hear over the music as the crowd cheered instead now. My chest was already sweaty again, and it was shining like a beacon for every guy in the room to look up here. It felt weird to be up here, more embarrassed than turned on. Voices were cheering for me, yelling out how great my body looked, but it was for nothing. I spotted a few women in the crowd, but there was no Veronica to impress tonight- mainly just men.

As the song kept going, I knew that I couldn’t just keep awkwardly rubbing my hands through my chest hair, so I began toying with the snaps on the chaps as I realized that these weren’t made to put on easy… they were made to come off easily.

One hard pull had the strips of Velcro that I hadn’t even noticed before coming undone, and I was left in just that tiny thong that seemed even tinier now as the guys began to get peeks at my exposed, hairy ass. As I was left in my last item of clothing, my nerves almost seemed to ease up a bit, just a little. All I had to do now was head to the edge of the stage and start collecting tips. I felt just as exposed as last week, but this was my chance to take back my dignity by packing my wallet.

Now close enough to the crowd to see the faces of the men that had been yelling for me, it felt so much more intimate, and some nerves crept back in nonetheless.

Hands started caressing every inch of my body that could be reached, and I felt fingertips leave trails across my sweaty thighs. My hands couldn’t even swat them away as I tried my hardest to grab every bit of cash that I could. Below my hands, the crowd was also stuffing money into my thong, and I didn’t stop that either. I was being flooded with cash, and that’s all I could focus on. I was too focused to even hear the snap on the side of my undies come undone...

Head to the Discord for the two photos going with this story, and then check back on Thursday for the finale!