Hello, everybody! This is an idea I got while making a Ruscan oneshot. I just finished my other Ruscan story, and I wanted to start something new! Please enjoy!

Ivan sighed. He had no idea why he had taken the three up on their offer. He supposed it was because he wanted to get friends. He had never actually had a friend before, everyone was always too scared. If he smiled, people would start to tremble in fear. It's like they think he's going to hurt him and such! His sister always said that it was because people only looked at his outside, but surely he didn't look that scary, did he? Well, whatever the reason, he had said yes when the three had come to office. Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert were jokingly known as the 'Bad Touch Trio' at work. Frankly, he was surprised that noone had filed a sexual harassment charge against any of them. They were part of a different section so he had been surprised when they had came in his office. Apparently, the new secretary that he would be getting tomorrow was Francis's cousin. They had decided that they wanted to see what kind of man he was to see what kind of guy he was. He didn't know how going to a bi strip club would help them see what kind of man he was, seeing how two of them left as soon as they came in. He briefly wondered what would happen if they didn't approve. He felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked to see Francis next to him.

"I am going to go watch my little flower. You stay here, okay? You're in the hot seat for the next stripper, and you might like them." The man walked off to one of the smaller side stages. Ivan sighed again, hearing the announcer introduce the 'Ice Princess'. He looked up to see the star come out. He couldn't quite tell if the person was a girl or a very feminine guy. The person had on a white corset with a complex silver pattern on it, matching the bright silver hair. The person also had long white gloves that almost reached the shoulders. As the person came closer, Ivan could tell that he was a man from the bulge behind the very tiny, white leather shorts. At the waist, a long white skirt flared out around him from the middle of his front, revealing his long, creamy legs and white ankle boots. As he walked down the stage, his hips swayed just a bit. When he reached the pole, he wrapped a hand around it. He circled around the pole, making eye contact with the people in the seats around the stage. When he caught Ivan's gaze, his deep blue eyes widened slightly before he smiled and winked at him. Ivan blinked, surprised. The music started. The man moved with the slow, steady beat as he lifted his hands and slid them down his body, bending down as he slid them down his legs before he straightened. He wrapped his hands around the pole and lifted his legs above him, wrapping them around the pole. The music stopped along with the man for a few beats. Then, it started up again, faster and harder than before. In sync with the music, he slid down the pole, swinging down it as his legs finally reached the floor, ending in a crouching position. When he reached the floor, his eyes met Ivan's. The small man looked down and smirked a bit. Ivan quickly glanced down to see that he had a huge erection, though it was mostly covered by his suit jacket that he had put there and pants. The man turned so he was fully facing Ivan as he slowly stood back up, the pole pushing into his ass. He then grabbed onto the pole and, leaning all the way back and, used his other hand to tear off the skirt. He threw it at Ivan, who instinctively caught it. The man ground against the pole, humping it. He blew a kiss to one of the men on the side, which made Ivan fill with inexplicable jealousy. The man then hooked his feet around the bottom as he slid down. The music stopped as he stood back up, rubbing his chest against the pole. He smiled at the applause and took a few steps to the end of the stage, right in front of Ivan. The man lowered himself down, spreading his legs and giving Ivan an excellent view. He stretched out his hand.

"Can I have that back, sweetie? I need it for my next show." Ivan held out the cloth. When the man took it, Ivan grabbed his wrist.

"When's your next show?" The corner of the man's mouth tilted up.

"Next friday, honey. Maybe I'll give you a special show afterward." He winked as he straightened. As he walked back down the stage, his hips swayed. Ivan watched as he left. Coming wasn't a bad idea after all.

Mathew pulled back the curtain and stepped behind it. Samira was standing behind it in her stage outfit. Her dark chocolate hair was down around her shoulders and her light brown skin contrasted with her her silver spangle top and miniskirt. She winked at him.

"Another great show, huh?" He smiled and nodded. She shook her head, placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't know how you do it. Sometimes it seems like you get more boys than the rest of us!" He playfully shrugged.

"What can I say? Men prefer someone with an ass, something you don't have." Samira pouted. She stuck out her ass and patted it.

"I do too have an ass. Yours is just too big." She grabbed it and squeezed.

"See? It doesn't even fit in my hand!" Mathew laughed and shook her hand off.

"That's because your hands are so small!" Samira was one of the few people Mathew had met who was much smaller than him. She wiggled her eyebrows.

"It's not the size of the tool, it's knowing how to use it." He rolled his eyes and started walking back to his room. She walked next to him.

"Speaking of size, I saw that guy you were watching. He was huuuge!" She emphasized the word by stopping and stretching her arm as high as she could, her from trembling from standing on her tip-toes. Mathew smiled and blushed the slightest bit.

"You know I like my men big and tall, Sam." She pouted and poked out her tongue. He smirked.

"And what about the blond man that's always at your show?" Samira smiled proudly and pulled a piece of paper from her top.

"I finally got his number! He's such a gentleman, so kind and suave. I almost fainted when he kissed my hand and winked up at me!" She squealed and he mentally rolled his eyes. He actually knew the blond man. It was his cousin Francis, who he was staying with. He winked.

"Maybe you'll get to have the date you've been wishing for." She smiled shyly and nodded. She perked up.

"What are you doing after this?" He reached his door and grabbed the knob.

"I'm going back home. I'm starting a new job at my cousin's workplace as a secretary on Monday." She frowned. "You're getting a new job?" He patted her head as he opened the door.

"I'll still keep this job, silly. I just need to get some more money, that's all." She nodded and they both said good-bye as he closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door. A shiver went through him as he remembered the man. He looked amazing. When he had grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes, speaking with that sexy, deep voice, Mathew had just wanted to jump on him and get fucked so hard that he couldn't walk straight for a week. He wished he could see what he had hidden behind that shirt. I wonder how big he is, he thought. He couldn't get a good view because of the man's coat and pants, but it looked pretty big. He licked his lips as he thought about taking it into it's mouth. He had even seen when he had gotten jealous after he blown a kiss to some other guy. I hope he comes next time. He shook his head, trying to shake off his thoughts as he changed into jeans and a white shirt. After he pulled on his red hoodie and put on his shoes, he grabbed his wallet and keys. After locking the door behind him, he left through a back entrance and started on his way home.

To be clear, Samira is Seychelles. I read that she didn't have an official name, so I googled populat names in Seychelles, and I liked this one. This was my first pole dance scene, so it's not very good. Please review and say what you think. I'll try to get the second chapter soon, but reviews help motivate me. Until next time!