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WARNING, guys even though this is marked 'T' it has mentions of 'groin' and stripping and nudity and licking and stuff so please only read if you're comfortable with it all. It doesn't have enough in it to merit being rated an 'M' but thought I'd warn you if you weren't comfortable with this kind of stuff.

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Toshiro fisted the large bundle of cash he'd been personally handed earlier that day and quickly put it into his locked safe through the back. He wasn't happy, actually he was gritting his teeth in annoyance, the casual sound of grinding molars filling his head, trying to chase away exactly what he'd agreed too. He'd been caught off guard with just the sum of money that had been handed to him, it was easily over £3,000 and more money than he was used to making in one night. He'd kept a stoic expression on his face as he negotiated with the stuck up British students in their pristine uniform.

'It's our friends 21st, we heard you're one of the best in the country so naturally we want only the best for him.' One of them had said to Toshiro as he stood outside the club getting some fresh air with one of his fellow strippers who was casually smoking. Kusaka took a sharp breath of the cigarette as he saw the boy hand over the sum of money.

'Take this as payment, we hope it will cover it, he's kind of new to this,' one of them - a tall handsome looking strawberry - turned to his comrade and grinned, 'so we want it to be worth his time.'

'Worth his time?' Toshiro snorted, pocketing the money without really stopping to count it all, he had to play it cool, he made more than enough doing what he did but even he knew from the weight of that cash that it was more than he usually made in a week, 'of course it will be worth his time.'

'Of course,' the features of the strawberry twisted in a sickly kind of way, 'and any extra services you can offer him would be appreciated, he doesn't get out much.'

'Extra services.'

That's what was pissing Toshiro off, he was a stripper not a prostitute and the way those assholes had looked at him when they'd first arrived, like he was a piece of meat for their stuck up little hands to touch had pissed him off. He'd lap danced hundreds… perhaps thousands of customers and only a few had ever looked at him that way, it was a look he didn't take kindly too. Most were just lustful and wishful looks, the looks he was completely used too, not a look that said 'I've got enough money to buy every inch of you.'

Toshiro balled his hands into fists as he glared at the safe, not even sure if he wanted the money anymore, on a good week he could easily square over £1,500 if he worked hard enough. Then he sighed… this money he could send to his Granny to help pay for her treatments, he'd only keep enough to stop him getting behind on rent, the rest would go towards her and making her comfortable, even if he had earned it by dropping his standards somewhat.

'Still not sure if you're actually wanting to take the job or not?' Kusaka asked as he walked into their dressing area backstage and Toshiro sighed and nodded. 'Look Toshiro, don't do anything you don't want to do, we have strict rules here, just take the boy into a private room and give him his lap dance but don't go any further than you want too, we're human we cannot be bought. Relax maybe he won't be like those other guys.' Even Kusaka didn't seem convinced by his own words and Toshiro felt a wicked smirk twist his lips as he closed over his teal eyes.

'Everyone wants a bit of the prodigy.' Rangiku laughed as she walked into their dresser, the strippers had separated it by a curtain into male and female backstage but they all ignored it, by this point they'd all basically seen each other naked anyway so what did it matter?

'Do they still call you that?' Shuhei asked as he sauntered in after her. They were the straight entertainers and often dominated a different section of the club to where the gay strippers worked.

'Yeah they do,' Toshiro sighed as he turned around pulling out clean clothes from his rucksack he'd brought from home.

'Your boys will be here soon Toshiro it's almost 1am, have you decided?' Kusaka asked and Rangiku gasped turning to him.

'Wait you're thinking of turning it down?' she asked, her voice high with shock, 'Toshiro it was so much money, surely you can't really?'

'They wanted "extra services,"' Kusaka mumbled and every stripper in the room mentally flinched. It was one thing they absolutely hated, was when rich men and women came in thinking they could buy them or get them to do a little extra just because they had the money.

'Just give him the lap dance and remind him that's all strippers do.' Shuhei snapped, clearly just pissed off at this situation, given that he'd recently found himself in the exact same one a few weeks back with two women.

'I will, don't worry,' Toshiro rubbed his temples and sighed, just one night, just a couple of dances. The prodigy was known for never stripping below the waist but he could at least remove his underwear and make it obvious he wasn't wearing anything under his jeans. With this thought in mind he set about getting ready with the others, he just had to keep reminding himself that it was just one night. Even if he had been bought out for the next few hours – the thought of which made him grit his teeth again – it was just four hours… four very long hours.

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Toshiro had been informed by the manager that the boys were in the gentleman's club section, it was a privet section separate from the main club itself and it cost a lot of money to rent out. Along with it came a number of free standard strippers, not the clubs hottest stars which were Rangiku the busty blond, Sexy Shuhei, Killa Kusaka and of course The Prodigy. He was the only one to be asked from the big four to attend this event and as soon as he slipped into the room he noticed that there was nothing but male strippers that had been ordered for these boys.

From their uniform, Toshiro knew they went to the private all boys University that was about half an hours walk away from the club, they must have all been over 18 because the club had a strict policy about under age drinking and sex.

The strawberry blond from earlier spotted him and smirked, making his way over he leaned in dangerously close, closer than Toshiro liked but he didn't make a point of leaning back. Instead he let the smell of alcohol wash over him from the male.

'See the blond boy sitting over there?' the strawberry blond pointed to a chair in the middle of the room where an array of blond spikes could be seen from below a newsboy cap but the boy was not turned around to face them, 'that's the birthday boy.'

Toshiro took a deep breath once the strawberry had stopped speaking so he didn't take in a mouthful of the same air as the man whose face was now only a couple of inches away from the side of Toshiros own.

'See that room over there,' Toshiro nodded to the back of the room where a polished oak wood door stood with the words 'private' written on it, 'have him in there and sat on the seat in five minutes.' That's all he said as the strawberry grinned at him and leaned in a bit closer.

'You know it's true what they say about you, you're really fucking sexy.' Toshiro casually stepped away from the man as he leaned in for what Toshiro assumed to be a kiss but missed. The Prodigy wasn't having any of it, he quickly slipped out the door and prayed that the birthday boy would be in the room and that he wouldn't have to go back into that place to try and find him.

Toshiro made his way through the back, stopping to check the mirror, he wore a loose fitting white shirt, bright blue jeans, white fedora hat, black tie and fixed his face with the usual stoic expression that he was so famous for. He let his eyes do the talking in most of his dances anyway and he'd have to take this slow if he was paid for the next four hours of entertainment.
He slipped into the small room, behind a curtain and peered out from behind where the boy was sitting, the blond couldn't see him but sat in the chair glancing around and Toshiro almost rolled his eyes. Was the boy wondering where he was because he was a whole minute late? Toshiro went to move then paused and kept watching the blond, his ankles were twisting and untwisting and his hands were rubbing down his legs as if trying to clear away nervous sweat, then his hands made their way under the chair to grip it tight until his knuckles had turned white.

Curious, Toshiro pressed a couple of buttons behind the curtain, which dimmed the lights and would cause the music to start in the next minute, the play list set and the lights automatically set up for each song. As the room faded to black, Toshiro heard a sharp intake of breath as he reached over to lock the oak door into the main room, the last thing they needed was to be disturbed by any of the blond's drunken friends.

There was only one very dark deep blue light set down on the blond who had turned because he'd heard the noise of the lock click.

He glanced around with one large – almost fearful – deep emerald eye, the other hidden beneath a mop of dishevelled blond spikes, his face held a kind of innocence behind it and he looked a lot younger than most 21 year olds Toshiro had lap danced for before. He wore a simple black shirt and black trousers, the standard uniform for the university but his blazer had been discarded, probably by the other boys because they wanted to shed some of his clothing.

He was cute, and he looked petrified.
Toshiro almost chuckled to himself, had they told him it was a lap dance and not a zombie massacre? Because there was not even a trace of nervous excitement anywhere in the boys terrified gaze.

Toshiro moved around the back of the boy, the spot light on him blinding him completely to his surroundings and so Toshiro could move around undetected in the darkness even with his white hair. The boy seemed to sense someone else was in the room and so when Toshiro spoke he only jumped a little in his chair.

'What is your name?'

'Y-Yukio,' the boy said, turning to face directly ahead of him in the direction Toshiros voice had come from.

Toshiro tilted his white fedora hat down so it was almost completely shielding his eyes when the music finally started and he stepped out into the blue light. The effect was immediate, Yukios eyes went wide and he leaned back in his chair, his hands coming back to tightly grasp the edges of the wood that he sat on and he took in a deep breath that he seemed determined to keep in his lungs. Then his eyes were flickering tentatively up and down Toshiro, taking him in, it wasn't a smug or possessive stare that he had been expecting when he'd agreed to do this job, it was simply a little curious and totally anxious and it flickered very quickly before coming back up to try and meet his own which was mostly shielded by his hat as he sauntered closer to the boy. Most of his dances were totally free styled as he preferred reading what the customers wanted and what they liked instead of sticking just to a script or routine. It's what made him one of the best. He moved slowly and deliberately, walking until he was just to the boys left, then his hand came to clutch at the top of the chair behind the boys head as Toshiro swung a leg over him, effectively straddling him but not lowering himself completely onto the boys lap. Yukios breath came out in a shaky whimper and as Toshiro watched the boys lower lip trembled. He was bracing himself for hands to grasp his ass, slide up his shirt and all over him when people paid for 'extra services' but this boy's hands simply enclosed awkwardly across his own chest as if trying to comfort himself. His wide eye fixed on Toshiros and though the Prodigy was allowing nothing but a sultry look to cross his gaze, he was rather surprised to watch the fluttering of a pink lid down several times over the beautifully large emerald eye.

'Well Yukio,' Toshiro spoke, his voice low and unbelievably husky, causing Yukio to press himself further back into his chair, 'tonight I'll take care of you,' Toshiro leaned over and purred in his ear, listening as the boy swallowed thickly. Without much else being said, Toshiro removed himself from the boys lap as the music picked up, the gentle intro now over as Toshiro backed up, his hips moving in small circles, replicating perfectly the motion one would probably take with a tongue around the tip of a shaft. Most of his movements were based off ideas taken directly from blow jobs and in some kind of subconscious way most men seemed to pick up on it. He knew with just the right stare, right moves and the right noises during his shows he could wipe the mind clean… or rather, fill it with incredibly dirty and arousing images of himself being fucked by whomever was sitting in that chair.

Toshiro knew his finest features, number one; his eyes, they were massive and alluring and he knew how to use them like a deadly weapon. Number two; his ass, he didn't have much in the way of massive arm muscles like most male strippers would but what he lacked in that department he made up for by having the tightest and sexiest ass in the whole club. Number three; the V muscle, probably one of his most defined muscles and one he knew just how to work and finally number four; his neck, he had a delicately slender and kissable looking neck that anyone he'd ever been with had always commented on being one of his best features. These were the things he flaunted when he danced and that's what he was doing right now, turning around so that his back was facing the blond boy and swaying his ass provocatively in time to the music, drawing any attention in the room to finely carved portion of his body.

Not overdoing it was another crucial thing, leave them wanting more of something, so as quick as his ass had been swayed, he was turning back around and coming back in close to the boy.

That massive emerald eye had lost some of its fright now and instead was just watching intently, curiously now as Toshiro brought two hands to lean against the chair behind his head, then drew in so painfully close to the boy's lips, until they were sharing the same breath before pulling back away. There was a whimper from the blond as he did this and instead Toshiro reached up to pluck the newsboy cap off the blonds head before throwing it onto the floor somewhere. That seemed to surprise him and he looked around to see where it had gone, the reaction was exactly what Toshiro had been hoping for, the boys turned head had exposed his neck, which was covered with a smooth milky flesh basking in the glow of the soft lights. Toshiro leaned in and let his breath ghost over it as his body moved, thrusting suggestively towards his own, their clothed groins only a few inches apart and he felt the boy shudder against the movements. Then Toshiro was leaning back once more, moving away from him. It surprised him just how little the blond boy was actually trying to touch him, how little advancements he was making on him, he still seemed completely uncomfortable and Toshiro wanted to try and loosen him up a little, he didn't look like he was enjoying himself yet.

If he wasn't enjoying it then it was time to remove some clothing. Toshiro reached up and pulled off his tie throwing on the floor and then began to unbutton his shirt, the blonds full attention now on the movement of the stripper as one button was undone, then another… then another, slowly, so painfully slow as Toshiro continued to sway his hips in small thrusts to the music. Yukio was leaning forward on his chair now, clearly not aware that he was doing it, that he was leaning in to try and get an earlier view of what was slowly being exposed to him, his emerald eye glancing eagerly across the little flesh being slowly revealed until the shirt was fully unbuttoned but not opened wide. There was only a thin opening all the way down the centre, enough to allow the imagination to take over. Then Toshiro was trailing a finger provocatively down the revealed flesh all the way down towards the top of his jeans where he hooked his finger in and pulled low enough to show the blond that he wore no underwear. Catching on quickly Yukios eyes widened and blinked at the sight, a delicate flush of pink ghosting over his beautiful cheekbones as his breathing began to increase. Toshiro had to work hard to hide his smug grin; now the boy was enjoying himself.

Toshiro continued his delicate dancing, and then when the music changed and tempo dropped a little but with louder bass beats, Toshiro finally turned around and opened the shirt wide, he was facing away from Yukio, glancing at him over his shoulder as he then began to shrug the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Not yet ready to part with the offending garment thought, Toshiro kept it on as he turned back around and hooked his thumb into the right side of his jeans, letting gravity pull his heavy arm down and showing off more of his delicious V muscle on that side. He moved back over to the boy again, his thrusts moving in time to the music and once again brushing dangerously close to the blond's groin. Yukio sat back in the chair instinctively, his eye drinking in the sight of the man in a lustful kind of haze but still the blond did not make a move to try and touch him.

He was clearly raised to be very respectable unlike the other assholes that'd brought Toshiro the money and the Prodigy wondered could he break that? Could he perform well enough to have the man let go of his inhibitions? Or were they deeply installed?

So Toshiro threw off the shirt and then dropped to the floor, rolling over so that his ass was in the air, thrusting down and rolling his spine beautifully as if he were being fucked hard from behind, from his lips issued a low and deep throaty moan of need, his face turning to look behind him at the startled blond whose cheeks were flushing once again. He locked eyes with Yukio, his teal gaze showing nothing but want, need. He moaned again and arched his back the movement moving him close to the chair and towards the boy, and his teal eyes trying to tell the boy that he needed him, that he wanted every inch of the blond inside him. The message seemed to be well received because Yukios eye was flickering from Toshiros needy gaze to his tight ass and back again before swallowing thickly. Mentally grinning, Toshiro turned to face him on the ground and thrust his way into a standing position with ease, the movement drawing Yukios gaze to his groin as he did so and the pink across the adorable mans cheeks flushed a slightly deeper shade of red. Then Toshiro was back on him, but Yukios hands instantly retracted themselves to his own body and Toshiro finally addressed it.

'You're not touching me?' the question caused Yukios eyes to widen for a moment and his breathing to increase.

'I didn't think I was allowed.'

'You're not meant too but usually people try it anyway,' Toshiro spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice.

'Oh, it's not that I'm not enjoying it honest…'

'I know you are,' Toshiro glanced meaningfully down between them where the evidence of Yukios arousal was visible through his dark trousers.

'Ah, sorry,' the blond mumbled in embarrassment as he brought a hand down to try and cover himself.

'Don't be,' Toshiro chuckled now, breaking the tension, 'we actually consider it an insult if that doesn't happen, but your friends paid for extra services.'

'Oh… what are the extra services?' Yukio mumbled that shy and terrified look returning to his face again and causing Toshiro to smirk. Somehow he wanted to give this boy some extra services, he was literally every strippers dream to perform for. He kept his hands to himself, he didn't dirty talk, and he didn't try to ask the stripper to marry them. He just sat silent and watched and yet still enjoyed the show. So now Toshiro was thoughtful, he wanted to do something extra for this boy, in all his time performing he'd never had one who'd paid so much and yet wanted so little, never had one as respectable either.

'Wait right here,' Toshiro finally muttered into his ear before leaving his lap and heading towards the 'Private' door, he unlocked it and walked out into the private gentleman's club area once again.

The room was now filled with half a dozen partially nude men, yet when Toshiro walked passed it seemed that all eyes fell on him. He wanted the other boys to know exactly what Yukio was being allowed to play with and he sauntered towards the bar to speak to one of the usual bar tenders.

'Prodigy!' Rukia called with a hint of amusement, 'what do you need?'

'Can I get some salt in a shot glass, two shots of tequila and two lemon slices please?' Rukia grinned and nodded before setting his order out on a small tray for him to take back into the room.

'Hey handsome,' a familiar voice slurred in his ear as an arm came across his shoulder. Without even thinking, Toshiro brought his own hand up and casually knocked the arm off his shoulder before fixing the strawberry with a glare.

'Can I help you?'

'How's things going with Yukio?' he asked, completely unaffected by Toshiros obvious rejection.

'He's doing very well, he's about to get some shots on the house.' Toshiro nodded to the two tequila shots put down on the tray.

'Oh, you trying to get our boy drunk?' he laughed and Toshiro frowned, 'how are those extra services going?'

'Well he's about to take these shots off my body if that's what you mean.' Toshiro said it as he took the tray and sauntered past the dumb struck strawberry back towards the room. He heard someone call behind him.

'Ichigo! Stop staring at him, he isn't for you.' He closed the door and bolted it shut again in case the annoying man tried to come in after them. Yukio was turned around and watching him curiously as he flicked some of the extra lights on and carried the small tray over to a table at the back. The lights were low and dim, very much mood lighting but Yukio didn't budge from his chair, and instead the blond was clinging to it as if it were his life line. The entire scene made Toshiro smile, there was something endearing about the boys innocence and Toshiro moved towards him and took a hold of his wrist giving him a gentle tug. Yukio looked confused but rose obediently from the chair and followed behind Toshiro as they made their way over to the table.

'I'm assuming you've had tequila before?' Toshiro asked, a smirk now playing around the edges of his mouth.

'Yes, it's the one with the salt right?'

'Exactly,' Toshiro hopped up onto the table and Yukio stopped watching him curiously. The Prodigy lay back, picking up the small shot glass of salt and gently nudging a fine trail of it down between his abs, he watched Yukios eye widen slightly, not fully understanding yet where this was going. When Toshiro tugged his jeans down a little, literally nearly exposing the top of his groin, Yukio took a tentative step back, his face flushing furiously.

'What are you-?'

'You came to see a stripper and you're shying away from nudity?'

'I didn't think you stripped below the waist.'

'I don't,' Toshiro glanced down at himself, 'I'm not exposed, it's fine,' he smirked, knowing fine well he was dancing at the very line of being almost exposed, when he reached over to grab the shot of tequila and placed the gently on the new flesh between his V muscle he'd just exposed, then finally the lemon slice which he placed directly on top of his clothed groin.

'The rules are, you're not allowed to use your hands.' Toshiro smirked at him and Yukios breathing increased as he ravished the sight before him with his eyes. The boy seemed to be in a fine state of shock and it didn't take Toshiro long before he was rolling his eyes. As if sensing that his inhibitions were now becoming a problem, Yukio dropped them for a moment, taking a deep breath and stepping forward. Then Toshiro felt the blond boys tongue on his body and he bit his lower lip to stop himself from shuddering. The wet muscle lapped down his torso towards the shot which Yukio wrapped his mouth around and threw back, using his hands only to remove the glass before coming back down and burying his face in the area of Toshiros groin as he attempted to get the lemon in his mouth the right side up. It was something Toshiro had never let anyone do to him before and he felt himself stirring as the wet lingering feeling of the boys tongue settled into his skin. Yukio pulled the lemon out his mouth and put it in the empty shot glass, his cheeks flushed with arousal as he glanced back over to Toshiro, the white haired prodigy actually felt himself stirring at the sight from the boy. It was more than just your usual lustful stare there was something almost compassionate behind it.

'You want another one?' Toshiro asked, keeping his voice low and husky and Yukio simply smiled shyly at him.

'Can I just take all my shots like that from now on?'

Toshiro had to laugh at the charm that eased its way into his voice as he made the request and simply went about setting up another shot, this time he grinned as he decided to do it differently. Toshiro tugged his jeans even lower this time exposing the top of his own length and watching as Yukios eyes went wide at the sight, his face darkening more. Toshiro poured the salt right beside the base, placed the shot on the middle of his chest and then finally took the lemon slice in his mouth.

Yukio watched and gulped, but seemed to shake himself before lowering his mouth down to the base of Toshiros member, he seemed to pause there for a while and Toshiro closed his eyes against the feeling of the breath dancing across it before the soft pink tongue lapped at the salt once more, then he felt the shot being removed from his torso and placed back down on the table and Toshiro sat up as the blond came into grab the small lemon slice from his mouth, his lips sliding over it to brush against Toshiros own. They stayed like that for a moment, a few heartbeats then the blond was pulling away and taking the delicious lemon with him.

With a smirk Toshiro twisted himself around to slide off the table, not bothering to correct his jeans as he leaned back against the table casually watching the slightly taller blond boy as he pulled the lemon out of his mouth and placed it in the shot glass before putting it all back on the tray ready to be tided away. Even that small amount of consideration for the bartending staff seemed to touch Toshiro and the Prodigy found himself growing curious at the blond now.

'You've still got a couple of hours left birthday boy, what do you want to do? Do you want another dance?' Toshiro asked, tilting his head curiously to the side and watching as the alcohol took affect on the boy, his cheeks remaining that firm pink from the work of the liquor and the arousal of their activities.

'Would you like to get out of here and go and get some food?' Yukio asked boldly, before blinking at his own courage. Toshiro froze and blinked back, neither of them said anything. It had not been the first time the Prodigy had been asked out and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but for some reason he was finding it hard to say no to this boy. His mind was working double time, trying to decide if it was indeed something he wanted to do and actually, deep down it was. There was something about this innocent looking blond that had Toshiro intrigued, something about his mannerisms and his kindness that made the Prodigy want to take him up on his offer. Just when Yukio seemed to be on the verge of retracting his idea Toshiro answered.

'Yeah, yeah I'd like that.'

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Guys depending on reviews I might make this a two shot or three shot. If I do its rating with be moving to an M without question though. Please do review and tell me what you thought.