[May 2] There is no other way, I get the final say

[mitsubishievo]

It was different than working here like he had, different than having a really rented stage that he paid for regularly. He was only here for the night, and he felt a little fucking ridiculous. He'd bought some things before heading in--new shoes, tall heels and a slinky, tight dress that he could strip out of, and sluttier underthings, too, because everything he had was soft and cottony and sweet.

But now he's here, dressed and in these huge, tall heels that make his calves ache. It's sort of glorious and wonderful to hear the pulse of the bass and to be on this stage again. He's missed it a lot.

His chest ached a little bit from the new piercings. He sort of loved that, as the fabric of the slutty bra and dress rubbed against him. He was really looking forward to this. It was busy, and there were a lot of people, guys and girls, and they were looking at him, and he was really looking forward to all that attention, for just one night.

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[thebloodyglue]

"You'll do what you're told and you know it," says Newt, with a little grin. He stands up, straightening his jacket. "And you still haven't told me how much it costs."

[mitsubishievo]

"Eighty," Kavinsky said, a mostly arbitrary number, because he couldn't remember how much private rooms were or if the amateurs were even supposed to use them and anyway all the money, at this point, was just circling around between the two of them anyway. He'd made enough to cover his stage fees and then some, so everything Newt gave him was just their money.

He rocks back on his heels a little bit and smooths his dress out, smiling blithely. "You sure you don't want a drink while you enjoy the show, sugar?"

[thebloodyglue]

"Eighty," says Newt, dismissively, like the figure is neither here nor there. And it isn't, really. It's their money, anyway. "Are you going to keep me entertained while I drink it?"

[mitsubishievo]

"Of course," Kavinsky said, and nodded firmly, because now they're all settled neatly into the idea of it. He gave Newt a wink and then led him over to the private show rooms. There, he gave Newt a brief kiss on the cheek. "I'll get you a drink and be right back, sugar. You make yourself comfy."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt settles on a sofa and waits, his eyes drifting closed as he listens to thump of the bass from the bar and waits for his husband to come back.

[mitsubishievo]

When Kavinsky returned, he carried a drink for Newt and a water for himself. Once he was in the little private room, he shut the thin door. There were slim windows on either side of the door that people could glance in on, mostly so bouncers could keep an eye on the dancers.

But for now, Kavinsky just focused on Newt. He passed over the drink and sipped his own water. Already, his hips were swaying slightly to the pulse of the bass from the bar outside their little booth.

"Did you want different music?" he asked. "I could go get my phone."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer.

"Don't care about the music," he says. "I care about seeing you naked up close."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky smiled, laughed sweetly, and started to sway to the beat heard from beyond the door. There wasn't much to take off, after all. Just the dress. But he could definitely dance, slowly show off one more stretch of skin, one more peek, of thigh or ass or tit.

And then, finally, he was naked. He pressed up close to Newt, without disturbing his beer, and rubbed right up against him.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt's hand ghosts down the arch of Kavinsky's spine as he presses close.

"Are you going to do what you're told?"

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky let himself be drawn in, as close as he could get with Newt's hand on his spine, and he smiled sweetly. It was easy to shift so he was straddling Newt's lap, knees to either side of his hip.

"Of course. You know I'm good at doing what I'm told."