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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Christophe
      Giacometti_&_Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov, Christophe_Giacometti,
      Phichit_Chulanont, Georgi_Popovich, Leo_de_la_Iglesia, Otabek_Altin,
      Michele_Crispino, Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Additional Tags:
      Stripper_Katsuki_Yuuri, Anxious_Katsuki_Yuuri, Dancer_Katsuki_Yuuri,
      victor_is_daddy, yurri_and_Victor_are_parents, Fluff_and_Angst, Domestic
      Fluff, Inspired_by_Yuri!!!_on_Ice, Yuri_on_Ice_AU, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-11 Updated: 2017-03-11 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6597
****** Tonight We Are Victorious ******
by dancethemagicdance
Summary
     Yuuri has everything he could ever have imagined. He's got a cozy
     house, generous income, Viktor Nikiforov, and even children. The
     perfect life! When a new neighbor threatens Yuuri's status, what will
     he do? Deny all claims and destroy someone or confess he didn't start
     with everything, in fact he came from nothing. Well, nothing but a
     stripper pole and a pair of heels.
***** Past Life *****
Pulling out his son from the backseat of their car, Yuuri set the child down on
the pavement. As he dug farther into the car to grab the boys backpack, he
chuckled as he looked down at the boy who wrapped his arms around the mans
legs. He couldn’t help but produce a chuckle.
 
“Sweetheart.” He sang with a laugh. “What are you doing?”
 
Dimitri looked up at his father, his little forehead, furrowed. “I...I’m going
to miss you.”
 
“Oh, it’ll only be for a few hours. You’ll be so great this year, you’ve
already gone through kindergarten and first grade.” He knelt down a bit, as his
son released his legs. “This is your first day of second grade, you’re going to
do so well.” He pecked his son’s forehead. “Me and daddy will be here at the
end of the day to pick you up, and we’ll ask you all about your day. Maybe
we’ll even get ice cream, how does that sound?”
 
Yuuri watched as his son's face lit up with an adorable smile. His hand came up
to ruffle his son’s hair, and then he stood erect again and shut the car door.
After it shut, he heard a call for his name.
 
“Yuuri, Dimitri!”
 
Turning over his shoulder, the male spotted two of the other parents that would
drop off two of Dimitri’s friends and classmates. He waved at his own friends,
and patted Dimitri’s back to join the two boys that had tagged along with his
adult friends. The kids formed their circle and the adults theirs. Receiving a
pat to the arm, he greeted his friend,  Phichit  with a smile.
 
“Dimitri looks adorable Yuuri! Please tell me you took your ‘first day’ photo?
If you didn’t I have a card right here…”
 
A hand came to stop Phichit’s arm from reaching into his bag. The hand,
belonging to his other friend, Leo.
 
“I bet he’s taken plenty of photos, if not Yuuri, then I’m positive that Viktor
did.” He smiled. “You’ll find them on their feed later like everyone else.” The
blond male sighed. “So, Yuuri, how does it feel to me a mother again?” He
teased.
 
Yuuri just smiled politely. He figured that his friends, who had formed a bond
over the fact that their children were friends, all had to be there for each
other, if not to talk about their children, then at least gossip. They as well
found out that hey lived relatively close, and had a fair share in common. When
him and Viktor decided to be parents, he never figured that he would end up
being one of “those parents”. Aka, the ones who could make or break another
parent based on their opinion or attitude. Most blamed it on the fact that they
liked to flaunt their income. Which, Yuuri had to admit their income was
nothing to brush off, but he was never one to really brag.
 
“Fatherhood, for the second time around is just as brilliant as the first time
around.” He beamed, recalling their newborn daughter at home. “Viktor however,
I don’t think, has set her down since we got to bring her home from the
hospital.”
 
“You were so lucky to find such a cute couple that would do that for you.”
Phichit spoke up, a hand over his heart.
 
Then, another body joined their circle and was greeted with smiles.
 
“Georgi!” Leo beamed his thousand dollar smile. “Good to see you.”
 
“Hey guys.” He smiled sheepishly, a rub to his eye. “Well I’m glad that
parenthood is treating you so well.” A yawned softly escaped his lips. “I
barely made it out of the door with my kid dressed, let alone myself.”
 
The four of them chuckled and then Yuuri looked down as his pant leg was
tugged. “Daddy…” He waved for him to grow closer. “
 
Yuuri hadn’t noticed his son break away from the group of kids talking. His
brow furrowed. “What is it?”
 
“I forgot my…”
 
But Yuuri couldn’t hear his son finish as he heard the adults near him start to
murmur loudly. His attention was drawn to them and he noticed, their attention
at the their kids. He noticed a small boy waving at the group, no doubt a new
student. He smiled, glad that they had chosen their group of kids. Yet, he
watched as his friends called their kids over, urging them even. Once the kids
were back over to them, Yuuri’s furrowed brow spoke for him. He first made eye
contact with Phichit, who used his hand to discreetly point back to where their
kids had been. His eyes parted briefly to the child, and saw a man joining the
kid, offering a lunch box. The man looked a little out of place, but figured it
was just a matter of being new. His eyes flashed back to his friends, where he
gave yet another flash of confusion, only to catch Leo’s mouth whispering.
 
“He’s the new dad…” He begun, eyes darting to the odd man then back. “I’ve
heard some...things.”
 
Yuuir’s confusion only deepened but his attention was turned to Georgi who was
nodding.
 
“I heard that he grab the attention of some rich man,  Crispino, I think is the
name,  in the neighborhood last summer. It was only a rumor running around the
country club, but god...I didn’t think it was true.” He nearly shuddered.
 
 Which, only prompted more whispers among them.
 
“Oh, god, I heard he grabbed  Michele’s attention because he was a  stripper .”
 
“No, no, Mila told me after she heard from Emil, that he was in  porn films .”
 
Yuuri couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Finally they heard the bell calling
their children into the school. Each parent bent and hugged their child and
then watched as they ran off. Finally out of sight, they returned to their
huddle, buzzing about getting brunch together. They all began to step away when
Phichit looked at him.
 
“Yuuri, you’ll be joining, right?”
 
To which he just faked a smile and shrugged. “Sorry guys, I promised Viktor I’d
come straight home after dropping off Dimitri, I have to take baby duty while
he tries to go into work. But, uh, have fun.”
 
They all frowned and then waved at him collectively. He waved back, as they
walked off to their separate cars. Yuuri sighed and rubbed his arm as he turned
back to his own vehicle, yet a wave caught his eye, the funny character that
his friends had previously been degrading. He offered a smile back, and wave as
he pulled open the driver side door and got in, beginning to drive off,
returning to his home.
 
===============================================================================
 
Once home, he entered the house quietly, wanting a little moment alone,
absorbing what his friends had murmured about. He leaned against the kitchen
counter, thoughts running through his head. Finally, what broke him from his
trance was that he heard movement from above him. Moving from the counter, he
began his ascension to the second level, where the nursery was, and no doubt
his husband. When he reached the nursery, he noticed his silver haired
companion leaning over the edge of the crib. God was the man beautiful, and
simply stunning with children. It was wonderful to watch him so taken by the
baby girl. Leaning on the door frame, he smiled, watching the moment from afar.
 
“You know the longer you stare at her, the faster she’ll grow.” He whispered.
 
Viktor turned over his shoulder and smiled wide, and joined the man by his
side. “Not true..” He mumbled. “I was just as obsessed with Dimitri and he is
only just now in second grade.” He smiled, placing a soft peck to the male’s
lips.
 
“Come on, let’s let her sleep…” He tugged at the man’s hand, seeing the flash
of his gold band.
 
Sometimes it put Yuuri in awe, that he had gained the man’s attention, that he
got to marry the man he’d grabbed the attention of. But, he wouldn’t ask for it
any other way. They had two beautiful kids, surrogate of course. Dimitri was
more of Viktor, Genevieve having more of Yuuri in her.  
 
As they walked into the hall, Yuuri was swiftly pulled into their bedroom by
Viktor, who immediately had his hands on him. Or, more like his lips, which
trailed up his neck. Between kisses, Viktor spoke up.
 
“Genevieve is down for a nap, Dimitri isn’t running a muck around the house…”
He pecked softly against his collarbone. “We’ve got some time before I have to
go into work, and we haven’t had much alone time lately…”
 
Yuuri couldn’t help but smile. His lover was right. With having Dimitri home
for summer, and a newborn to be on call for a the drop of a hat, the two hadn’t
had much one on one time. Which, wasn’t really a staple of their relationship,
but every relationship did need it’s releases. He felt Viktors chin on his
shoulder and hands on his hips. He smirked, enjoying the feeling of his
husband.
 
“Oh, and what would you imagine we do with this new found freedom?” He
challenge.
 
“Well…” Viktors hands trailed up from the man’s hips and over his chest. “Why
don’t we really go back to the days of free time and you go slip into on of
your old stage outfits…” He mused. “Mr,  Eros Erotic .”
 
As the man purred the old stage name, Yuuri’s eyes widened and he took a sharp
inhale of breath, his eyes looking past what was in front of him, memories
flooding his head. “What was that dear?”
 
Viktor took no time in spinning the man around and stared him down. “You heard
me, strip for me, baby, just like the old days...”
It was the words spoken from his own husband that sent him into the flashback.
All the way back, to when Yuuri was only eighteen and in desperate need of a
job.
 
===============================================================================
 
Nervous was no where near close to describe the way that Yuuri felt as he
entered the doors of the establishment. An establishment that he never thought
he’d ever step foot into. A place his mother would rush him away from as a
child, or blocked his eyes when walking near one. It was just something that
put him entirely on edge. Yet, it was his last option, it was this or, nothing.
 Scanning the area, he snaked past various people and bodies. Finally, he
spotted the blonde male he was to be meeting with. He had a rough description
of the male, but seeing him in person hadn’t matched what had seen in his head.
He was younger than Yuuri, he could tell, and it confused him as to how he’d
become a manager at such a young age. His hair was longer than he imagined it
would be. The male kept it half up in a small pony and the rest was down. He
also wore the gaudiest tiger print. It confused Yuuri, yet, if he wanted a job,
he’d never ask, or  say anything. Stepping over to the bar, Yuuri extended his
hand, glad that the music wasn’t very loud, like the last time he’d entered.
 
“Hello, I’m Yuuri, Yuuri Ka-”
 
“Huh?” The male gruffed. “That’s funny, I’m Yuri.” He turned over his shoulder,
sitting at the barstool, a beer in hand. “Good thing you’ll earn your nickname
soon.”
 
Yuuri’s mouth closed, having not been able to finish what he was going to say,
yet knew better than to speak over him. He just nodded, and then felt the man’s
eyes on him.
 
“You’re nothing to brag about, but once we get you in one of those costumes, I
think we’ll have something to work with.” He tilted his head, his eyes no doubt
degrading Yuuri’s body.
 
Yuri’s hand rose and he waved for a male in black to step forward. Yuuri
figured that he was no doubt a security guard.

 “Take him to the back with the others. Make sure he’s settled in, let the
girls get him ready for tonight.” He disregarded the male already and returned
to his drink, and only after they’d taken a few steps away, did he call out.
“Oh, and Otabek...break his glasses, strippers with glasses aren’t sexy.”
***** practice, practice, practice *****
Yuuri was lead to the back dressing room, where various girls were spread among
the makeup counters and chairs, very scantily clad. In regular circumstances,
Yuuri would be blushing as bright as a tomato. Yet, he knew if he gave the
smallest hint of embarrassment, he’d make matters worse. His hands were
shaking, his head was buzzing with voices and he felt the smallest inkling of
having to throw up. The dark dressed security guard like male, who he found was
named Otabek, had told him to pick a mirror at the counter and settle in. Also,
that he’d be back for him in a matter of minutes.
 Taking a shaky breath, he began his walk through the room, knowing every
single eye was on him. Finally landing upon a rather more cleaner space along
the counter, he placed his bag down. His hands were still severely shaking and
that it didn’t help with appearances, but hoped he could fake enough confidence
to pass. Only after a moment of absorbing, was he swarmed by the various girls
in the room and had hands going all over and so many voices talking to him all
at once. The male was pushed into a seat and he just smiled as the girls went
to work on doing his makeup, and giving out advice. Leaning back into the
chair, Yuuri let out a breath, finally not feeling so nervous by the girls
generous actions.
 
===============================================================================
 
Grateful. Yuuri was  so  grateful, really, that the girls had shown him the
ropes, even did his makeup for him. But he when he caught a glimpse of himself
in the mirror before he was shoved out of the room, it scared him. Was he even
the same person? And what had they stuck him in? Yet, there was no time for
questions as he ran promptly into Otabek when he stepped out of the dressing
room area.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
 
Though it looked like it’d take more than twenty Yuuri’s to even offset the
man, he still wanted to keep up good terms with those he’d be working with. The
man just gave a half smile and shrugged. Then, in a quick push to the shoulder,
Yurri was ushered along the hall that  he assumed led back to where he’d met
Yuri. He came to find out that, instead they were going straight for the stage.
Immediately at the thought of being thrown out to the wolves scared him, and
his heart started racing, pounding in his ears. He didn’t even hear Otabek
mumble to him that he was only going back this way to get to the costumes
closet, so he could get him shoes to dance in. When he watched the man dangle a
pair of heels in front of him, he gave a look of confusion.
 
Otabek just rolled his eyes. “You’re required to dance in heels. These will be
on loan to you, for practice until you can get your vary own pair.”
 
“Oh.” Yuuri nodded, feeling like a small child. “Thank you.”
 
He took the shoes in his hands and looked them over. They weren’t a crazy
color, just black, but the heel was incredibly tall for a male that had never
worn heels before. It would definitely take some time to learn how to not only
walk in them, but to be, well sexy in them.
 
Otabek just nodded shortly and then pointed behind them. “Put those on and get
on stage.”
 
Yuuri gulped, his throat very, very dry. Stage? Heels? Now?
 
Crashing into the low mattress, Yuuri groaned out in exhaustion. After hours of
nonstop practice and training, the male's body cried out in protest. Kneading
the base of his foot, the male couldn’t help but wince as his muscles tensed.
Damn heels. Not only had they given him killer blisters, but his calfs were
constantly cramping. He laid back and let his head rest on his pillow and his
eyes took no hesitation in fluttering closed.
 
===============================================================================
 
The next day, Yuuri was informed he’d be allotted practice on the stage until
opening hours. Despite his aching body and his dreadfully tired eyes, the male
made sure to get up early to use all of the time given to him. Also, he figured
the earlier he rolled in, the less people would be around. The less people, the
less he’d be likely to mess up, or for the most part embarrass himself. Having
pulled up a small chair. Yuuri set his bag down and fished out his heels and
his ipod. Soon he was letting himself dive into his own world listening to his
songs as he strapped on his heels. Standing up, and taking in the sudden height
addition, he took a deep breath and began to walk around the stage. The whole
club had man of them scattered around the space. This one was the main one, and
the most difficult. Or so, the girls backstage had told him. It had a different
finish to the floor that made heels a little trickier than the others. It also
had a pole down the center runway. Just looking at it intimidated the hell out
of the male. Thankfully he was informed that the pole would come much later
down the road, when he or if he proved he could stay.
 
Having gained his confidence with getting his bearings in the heels on the
floor, and he started to focus on the playlist he’d chosen. It was similar to
the rehearsal music that they’d played for him on his first day. He hoped it
was good enough, either way, he let his eyes close and his body begin to move
to the rhythm. As he did this, his body moved with less effort than the day
before. His hips swayed without hesitation, his steps had purpose and his
confidence was exuding. Performing on his own, was easy, it would be getting
over the public eye that he’d have to learn to deal with. The male was moving
swiftly when suddenly his foot came back to land on the floor then suddenly he
was on his ass. After a moment of absorbing the shock, the male began to pull
off the shoes and noticed the heel on the one shoe was cracked. His grumbled
and tossed both of them to the side, then got up to reach for his water bottle.
 
“You know they give everyone a crappy pair. Usually they don’t break until
their first performance.”
 
After half choking on his sip of water, the male turned, shocked that a voice
interrupted him. He set down his water bottle. “I thought they were hiring us
for a reason?” He shrugged at the strange man that made his way through the
small tables below the stage. “What does it say that I already broke mine?”
 
“You’re going to be really good.”
 
The voice grew closer, and Yurri had to put his hand up to block the light that
cast a glare on his face. His arm lowered as the man met him at the edge of the
stage. An attractive male, and he offered a smile.
 
“So good, you might even take my place.” As he laughed, he extended his hand.
“Christophe, or, well people have probably referred to me here by my stage
name, Chris Cum-Get-It. Classy, I know.” He smirked.
 
Yuuri shook the man's hand. “Yuuri, no stage name yet.”
 
“Right.” Chris bit into his lip. “Well, you never give yourself a name, so,
after having watched you move like that, I think it’s befitting that I grace
you.” He shrugged. “And if you don’t like it, it’s only a suggestion.”
 
Yuuri sighed and shrugged. “Okay, shoot.”
 
“ Eros Erotic.”
 
Yurri had to bit his inner cheek to keep from laughing at the name. He simply
just pushed his hair from his eyes. “Hm.” He shrugged. “I’ll definitely keep
that one in mind, if no one else is inspired.” He laughed lightly.
 
“Good.” Chris smiled, and then pulled his sports bag to the side of him.
“Here,” After a moment of shuffling his hands about the bags contents, he
fished out a pair of heels. They were similar to the ones Yurri had discarded.
“There an older pair of mine, but they definitely still have miles left on
them.”  
 
Chris’s eyes scanned Yurri’s body and Yuuri had to fight the urge to squirm,
and blush.
 
“But I guess with the way you work that stage, you’re going to be breaking more
than heels.” He grinned, and with a shrug of his shoulder, he dashed away.
“Well, a girl’s got to practice, ta-ta, for now, Mr Eros.”
 
Yurri held the shoes in his hands and then looked up to watch the male vanish
behind the changing room curtain. Letting a breathy laugh escape his lips,
Yuuri stood and collected his things from the stage and quickly left before
Chris could appear again. Once he left, he just sat in his car for a moment.
 
Eros Erotic?
 
There was nothing  erotic  about Yuuri Katsuki. Yet, he couldn’t help but blush
at the man’s response to catching Yuuri in a moment of ignorant bliss. If he’d
known eyes were on him, his routine would be anything but graceful, let alone
erotic . Ugh! That word alone made Yuuri want to squirm. With a short huff for
a sigh, Yuuri tossed his bag, which contained new heels into the backseat,
started his car and took off to his crappy apartment to reconsider his life
choices.
 
Psht, "Mr. Eros.".
 
As, if! 
***** Taking the Stage *****
Yuuri was shaking, physically shaking. His hands, his legs his entire body, and
he was fighting the urge to throw up. Not that there would even be anything to
heave up, because he was far too nervous that day to even eat anything. Plus,
spending his days around a bunch of skinny dancers, that also barely ate to
keep their figure. Yuuri wasn’t the smallest, but he also wasn’t very fit
either. He could definitely start to pay attention to his weight. If today went
well, he’d really need to improve his image. He was even starting to think of
buying some makeup so that his appearance was flawless, compared to the girls.
If his audition went well, he’d finally be working and able to get money.
Yet, if he continued to be this nervous he wouldn’t even be able to walk out on
the stage when it was his turn. Fortunately to add to his nerves, he was the
last in the line to audition. He was pacing back and forth, the less people the
longer and farther his pace became. As he turned on his heel, his shoulder
bumped into another. With a small grunt,he instantly began to apologize. As he
collected himself, he noted that the other body was Chris.
Chris just smiled. “No worries, er, well, I guess you’re full of that aren’t
you?” Giving a pat on the arm he added. “You’ve got this Mr Eros.”
Yuuri let out a shaky breath, nodded and tried to make his voice not so weak.
“Thanks Chris.”
“Of course.” He began to leave the backstage. “We need another male dancer
around here, I’m stuck with all these girls.”
Yuuri chuckled some as he watched Chris disappear. Then, he heard the music
stop, and his stomach dropped. Oh god. It was time. With a deep breath, Yuuri
watched the previous performer walk off the stage panting, and going for a
water bottle. His heart was racing, he half expected those around him to hear
it. He took the stage and squinted as the stage lights hit his eyes. Though the
faces were a little hard to see, he could still tell that their were bodies. A
lot of bodies, that Yuuri did not expect to see. He figured it would be Yuri
and maybe Otabek. But a few of the tables held some of the female dancers he’d
met previously, as well as a few of the tables having previous auditionees.
However, what his eyes were drawn to, was the dark shadow covered figure that
Yuri was talking to towards the back of the club. Yuuri stood, holding his arm,
as those around the club seemed to continue to chatter, not even affected by
Yuuri’s presence on stage. Gulping, the boy was already starting to freak about
how this was going. Then, his eye caught a glimpse of movement at the
soundbooth, raised above the dancefloor, where the DJ played and some of the
lights were controlled. It was Chris. He was waving and motioning with his
hands.
What?
Yuuri’s brow furrowed and then Chris began to move his body, and it finally
clicked with him. Oh! He wanted him to start dancing. Right. Clearing his
throat, feeling extremely out of place, more so than his first day, he tried to
pull from the music he had rehearsed to. His body began to move, his feet
glided with ease, and he seemed to be dancing on air. He was pulling out moves
he didn’t even know he could do, nor had practiced. Figuring that no one was
paying any attention, he seemed to not care if he looked bad, or had an
unfinished routine, he’d at least know he didn’t fall on his ass.
 It seemed after a while, the music that had been in his head was now pounding
around him, and in the air. His eyes fluttered open, something he hadn’t even
noticed he’d done, to see that all eyes in the club were on him, and in fact,
there was music playing. Chris could be seen from the booth, with headphones
on, and also sending the lights into an array of colors. Yuuri didn’t let
himself get caught by these things and simply kept letting his body perform,
while the song continued. Having eyes on him caused goosebumps, but his dancing
and moves didn’t show a sign of distress. Everything he as doing had a fluidity
to it that would bring a man to tears, especially if he was removing clothes.
At the last note, Yuuri made sure his movement was strong and powerful to
resonate with those watching.
“Give it up for Eros Erotic ladies and gents!” Chris called over the god-mic,
and it set into action a roar of cheers and applause.
Yurri, despite his obvious panting, grinned widely. He took note that Yuri had
made his way back to the front tables, and that he was scribbling frantically.
Also, and maybe it was just a catch of the light, but could distinctly make out
clapping hands from the mysterious body in the back. Yuuri quickly hurried off
stage and as he picked up his water bottle was flooded with people all around,
giving him affirmative gestures and comments, and some of the dancers so much
as giving him hugs. He greeted them all politely, very much overwhelmed by
their responses.
Then, and before he could really wrap his brain around much of anything, he was
being pulled out into the club, hearing everyone buzz about Yuri giving out the
spots to the auditionees. When they entered he’d already called out three
names. One of the dancers took his hand squeezed it tight, as if his name on
the list would change her life just as much as it would his. It almost made him
want to laugh. Four more names were given, and Yuuri was sure his name wouldn’t
be called. Yuri set the list down and then scanned those around him.
“Yuuri Katsuki, our second male dancer, meet with Chris and you can go over
your scheduling.”
The dancers around him exploded in a roar of excitement, and he couldn’t help
but feel bad as he watched the handful of dancers that hadn’t been named,
collect their things and leave. Suddenly he found himself in a huddle of
dancers, new and old. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around
to a very cheery Chris.
"You did it!” He cheered, and then proceed to give Yuuri a hug that nearly
broke his ribs. “Ah! You did such a good job, Yuri was practically speechless.”
He laughed.
Yuuri grinned in return. “Thanks, honestly it was all you.” He pushed his hair
from his eyes shly. “If you hadn’t of encouraged me, I was two seconds from
running off stage crying.”
“No, no, it was all you.” Chris continued to beam and wrapped his arm around
Yuuri’s neck. “Alright! Let’s celebrate!”
This elicited yet another cheer from the crowd of people and Yuuri’s smile
grew. He was so excited to become a family with these people. As they all began
to move along, grabbing their personal items, Yuuri caught movement as he bent
to grab his bag. It was near the far exit, that he caught the silhouette of a
man. He was wearing a long coat, and Yuuri could only guess with the light that
spilled in from outside that the male’s hair was white, or maybe silver?
Instantly, his curiosity kicked in, and he wanted to follow after, figure out
who the man was. Yet, Chris grabbed his attention by nudging him.
“Ready?”
“U-,oh, um, yeah.” Yuuri chuckled shyly, pulling his bag over his shoulder,
glad to be in regular shoes again. His eyes checked the door once more then
returned to Chris, smiling. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”
The group of dancers, much to Yuuri’s surprise, chose to eat at a small dinner
not far from the club. He had expected them to go somewhere healthy, or at
least order salads, or hell, a glass of water. Yet, as they all piled into
different booths, he noticed that the trays of food being passed about were of
the greasy and heavy dinner fixes. Allowing himself to really let loose, he
ordered a burger, with fries, oh, and of course a milkshake! Enjoying all of
this, and also what others hand on their plates, Yuuri could feel his walls
starting to slowly lower. Making friends and having each others backs was
something he was delighted to find was easy with this group. People seemed to
come and go from the various booths, as everyone seemed to finish eating and
just munch on fries or desert. Yuuri stayed in his place, and let anyone who
wanted sit next to him. After a while Chris seemed to find his place next to
Yuuri. He greeted him pleasantly and suddenly had the urge to test his
knowledge of the mysterious man he’d seen earlier.
“Question.”
“Huh?” Chris laughed while his arm rested on the back of booth. “You going to
ask if we’re always like this?” He joked.
“No.” Yuuri shook his head. “I, I was wondering about something while I was
dancing, and even after, when I was packing my bag.” Pausing, to think how to
approach the question. “Wh, who is the guy in the back of the club that Yuri
was talking to?”
It was the wrong question. It was wrong, Chris was going to get mad at him. Was
he not supposed to ask, or even see the man? He could only assume he was in for
a scolding, with the way Chris tensed and seemed to lose his smile. The time it
took for him to speak up, Yuuri was positive he was going to yell.
“He’s...he’s a very influential benefactor for the club.”
Yuuri just nodded slowly.
“I’m glad you asked,” Chris continued. “You’ll probably face a few of them with
the way you move, and being the new boy toy.” He smirked and then shrugged.
“They are basically men with a lot of money, wanting to spend it on us, or the
club as a whole.” He began to pick at his nails. “A lot of them will ask you to
do things because you’re new, but we don’t let them touch. If you really want
to go home with him  after  your shift, by all means honey, get it. But while
you’re in the club there is no touching, unless he pays for a dance.” The male
let out a long sigh. “I was hoping to save this speech for your first night on
the floor, but oh well.”
Yuuri felt bad, had he brought the mood down by asking? At least Chris didn’t
yell at him, or make some big scene about Yuuri asking. As his thoughts picked
up in his head, he didn’t notice that Chris had slipped away and a few of the
other dancers had taken his place and began to hound Yuuri for his contact
info, and various social medias. Yuuri obliged, engaging in the conversations
around him, yet he couldn’t help but continue to look up and steal glances at
Chris, who just didn’t look as enthusiastic after having talked to Yuuri.
 
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The next day was Yuuri’s big debut. He was to work that night in the club. Just
a dancer making rounds on the floor, nothing incredible or challenging. Or, at
least that’s what he kept telling himself, because he just didn’t think he’d be
able to keep up a “sexy” facade all night. Yet, if he wanted money, he’d have
to make things work. When the time came to show up, the male decided to pick up
a coffee for himself, something to keep him alert with the late hours, and in a
gesture of friendship, he picked up one for Chris.
However, when he made it backstage, he only caught a quick flash of the man’s
costume before he was out of the space. In fact, the whole night would come to
prove that Chris was giving him the major cold shoulder. Yurri didn’t have time
to worry, what he had to pay mind to, was managing his time to get ready and
then get out on the floor and start working. The male was strapping on his
heels and his hands were shaking as his breath quickened. One of the girl
dancers who was in barely enough fabric to consider it clothes, stopped at his
vanity. She giggled, and touched his hand.
“Beginners nerves?”
Yuuri could only nod, as his hands fell away, watching her latch the strap.
“It’s cute, but here, this should help. Ditch the coffee, and down this bad boy
with a glass of champagne.” Placing a small white tablet in the boy’s palm she
shrugged. “You’ll feel so good, you’ll kill it out there.”
Then, in a flash she ducked out through the shimmery curtain and Yuuri sat
flipping the small pill between his fingers. Chewing on the edge of his lip,
the male began to justify taking it. Turning to the small tray of champagne
flutes that one of the waiters left backstage, Yuuri took a quick sip of the
bubbly alcohol, then tossed the pill in, and downed it with a flick of his
head. He took a few quick breaths, downed the rest of what was in the flute,
and rose from his seat to make his way out onto the floor.
After a few moments of absorbing the atmosphere of pounding music, flashing
lights and lots of bodies, Yuuri felt pretty relaxed. Though he couldn’t tell
if it was the help of narcotics, or him beginning to embrace this new
lifestyle. He was making his way around, and couldn’t help but gain more
confident as eyes began to follow him, hands snuck out from booths and tables
to strategically slip bills into the waistband of his oh-so-tiny boy shorts.
Maybe Chris really did know what he was talking about. Maybe Yuuri did have the
potential.
“Please, come here,”
A voice pulled Yuuri from his inner thoughts. He turned his head to one of the
far booths, popular amongst the more lavish and wealthier patrons. Yuuri
stopped and gave his best “Who me?” look. A hand extended from the shadowy
booth.
“Yes you, I love meeting the new boy toys, please, come sit, join me.”
Yuuri assessed the situation. He knew who the man could be one of the wealthier
men that Chris had warned him about. So, the least he could do is treat him
with respect, maybe Yuuri could at least get a good tip out of him, maybe some
more champagne?  Much to his surprise, his body made its way to the table,
where he proceeded to lean over, letting the male take in Yuuri’s body from the
dim candles that lit the seating area.
“Well, I was always told by my momma, to never talk to strangers.”
Even his mouth was betraying him.
The male before him was shrouded mostly in the dark colors of the club
lighting, maybe he did this on purpose? Yuuri figured it made him feel less
guilty, would be less likely to mistaken if spotted outside of the club. Or
maybe it was a mind game that he played on the dancers here, Trick them with
the potential for money, but really is just an average joe. Hell, maybe he’s
married. Yuuri didn’t really seem to care, or at least the drug and alcohol
were telling him this.   
“Hm, good point, but I’m sure she told you to never work at a place like this
either.” He said quickly, a hint of humor to his voice. Then he pressed on. “At
least tell me your name.”
“Mr. Erotic, Eros Erotic.” Yuuri winked, and in the same moment felt a bill
being graciously placed into his waistband, dangerously close to his, well,
junk. Even after the dollar was tucked firmly, Yuuri could feel his fingers
linger on his skin,
“Hm, yes, Eros.” He heard the amused voice, and then the male cleared his
throat. “Pardon me, I must be leaving, I do hope to see you again sometime.”
Yuuri felt a brush of fabric on his exposed thigh as the man left the booth.
Watching his silhouette mesh into the other bodies in the club, he sighed and
looked down at his waist band to see not one, but two one hundred dollar bills
folded neatly into the band. Before he could even react, he noticed one of the
dancers hurrying over to him.
“Oh my god! Do you know who that was?” She almost squealed.
Yuuri shook his head, with a sigh. “No, I couldn’t get his name, let alone
really see his face.”
She giggled. “That’s his thing, he likes to be mysterious.”
“So, are you going to tell me about mystery man?” His brow rose with the
question.
The girl gave a sly smirk. “You should ask Chris, ask Chris about his flavor of
the month.”
Yuuri went to open his mouth, as he pushed off from the table, but noted the
male that was pulling the girl’s hand, inviting her to join him for a lap
dance. Letting out a small huff, Yuuri just looked at the table and lifted the
unfinished drink to his lips, and tossed it back with a jerk of his head.
He no longer was afraid of the johns around the club, but now needed liquid
courage to face Chris who clearly wanted nothing to do with him, about an
already touchy subject.

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