Hot Bouncer
Hot Bouncer Copyright © 2013 Cheryl Dragon
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Hot Bouncer
An
All Male Nudes!
Story
By Cheryl Dragon
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com
Copyright © 2013 Cheryl Dragon
Edited by Darlena Cunha and Cait Green
Cover Art by Adrian Nicholas
Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-664-6
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Electronic Release: June 2013
This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
The day started around noon at Big D’s All Male Nudes strip club. Peter Leyman sat the bar and taped up his bad ankle before rehearsal. The club had two sides, one for the female customers and one for the male clientele, but Peter was always more comfortable on the men’s side. His life was orderly and content. He’d never been a complainer. Still, every time he taped up that ankle he remembered the pain of the break and watching his ballet career going down the drain. His current job let him dance and earn a living. At thirty-two, however, he found himself mulling over the future more and more.
“So what’s the latest, Avery?” Peter asked.
The African American bartender had retired from dancing and seemed happy with his new gig. Avery mentored a lot of the guys with no nonsense advice. Peter was more at ease with him than the younger strippers who were still on non-stop party mode.
Before Avery replied, Ken sauntered up and dropped his white duffle bag on the bar. Peter smiled in anticipation of entertainment. The two veterans sparred as if they were lovers, but no one ever got the full story. Ken still danced, and the silver fox’s age only showed slightly in his hair and, occasionally, his face. Peter suspected Botox.
“Latest?” Ken scoffed. “Nothing ever happens around here. Nothing. Same dances, same Vegas, same men, and I’m going to die of boredom.”
“Life owes you something?” Avery shook his head. “Don’t ask for excitement when you don’t really want it.”
Ken sighed and sat on a barstool. “Good things could happen. I could be the next Liberace. Hot young boyfriend, tons of money, and fame.”
“You can’t play the piano or sing.” Avery slapped a cutting board on the bar and started slicing some lemons. “A new bouncer is starting today. That’s excitement enough around here.”
“Really?” Ken sat up straighter.
Peter smiled at Ken’s constant search for youth and perfection. Between Ken’s experience and Peter’s dance background, the two of them generally worked with the new dancers and ran rehearsals when the owner was away. Currently, Bev was up in Reno opening the second location. Until her return, Bev’s nephew, Carl, was officially in charge.
Carl’s voice echoed in the empty club. “This is the men’s side. I’ll give you the full tour later. We’re a bit wilder than some strip clubs, and you have to be ready to jump in if something happens on either side.”
The three men at the bar turned and looked as Carl and a new man came into view. Ken’s smile faded, but Peter grinned harder. The new bouncer was six-feet-three-inches of rough muscle trapped in worn blue jeans and a black tank top. Tattoos on his shoulders signaled military, and the serious expression on his face convinced Peter it was true to the new man’s sexy core.
The new guy’s dark eyes swept the room and took it all in. His face was rugged. No one would call him pretty, and he wasn’t quite handsome either, but Peter liked the jolt of arousal the tough guy set off in him. From short brown hair at the top to tightly laced work boots at the bottom, Peter liked the package.
“You okay?” Avery popped a bar towel over Peter’s shoulder.
“Sure!” Peter snapped out of a very happy mental place. He’d have no trouble getting in the mood to dance tonight.
Carl walked over with the new guy. “Gentlemen, this is Howard Nashton, new bouncer. We’ll station him on the women’s side. Nash, this is Avery, Ken, and Peter.”
Nash shook hands with all of them, and Peter held on a second too long. “Sorry. Nash. Hope you don’t mind those women. They get pretty wild.”
“I can handle anyone who gets out of hand.” Nash nodded as he stood up straight and observed.
Peter felt under scrutiny and not in a good way. They usually hired gay bouncers on the women’s side to keep them from taking any advantage or favors from drunken customers. Nash barely even glanced in Peter’s direction.
“Well, glad to have some muscle on board. If we need you on this side, there’s a door over there and behind the stage connects as well.” Avery nodded.
“If Avery or Ken ask you to come over, don’t second guess. You go,” Carl said.
“Fine,” Nash replied.
“Were you in the Army?” Ken studied the ink on Nash’s upper arm.
“Marines.” Nash folded his arms.
“Excellent. Discipline, strength, and loyalty are all appreciated here. We’re here to entertain, of course, but we need our dancers safe and customers to remain under control or be escorted out.” Carl sighed.
“I can handle it.” Nash nodded.
“I’m sure we’re in very good hands.” Peter smiled.
Carl slid onto a stool. “Ken, why don’t you take Nash and show him the backstage area and how to get through to women’s side. Peter can handle rehearsal.”
“Sure. I don’t need to rehearse.” Ken waved at Nash to follow.
Nash’s big boots clomped along the tile floor. Peter watched to get the backside view. That bouncer had a tight ass and broad shoulders anyone would fall for. Licking his lips, Peter turned back to Carl and Avery.
“He seems to be all business,” Peter said.
“That’s a good thing. We need a bouncer with his eye on the work, not the dancers or customers. This one might last.” Avery nodded his approval.
“You usually put gay men on the women’s side,” Peter said to Carl as he finished up his ankle tape and tried to think about the rehearsal instead.
“He is. I talked to him about the set up and the needs. We don’t discriminate against straight men, but we need bouncers who can carry drunken girls off stage and out to cabs without groping or losing focus. When he got the mission, he admitted he likes dick. Don’t worry.” Carl chuckled.
“I’m not worried.” Peter shrugged. “He’s got the body for a stripper, though. He’ll attract men and women.”
“Ken wasn’t impressed. You know how vain he is.” Avery shook his head.
Carl sighed. “Why do you think I sent him on as tour guide? Peter might’ve licked the guy.”
“I would not!” Peter’s skin burned with being caught. “He moves well. We could put him on stage.”
“They aren’t looking at their faces that much,” Avery agreed. “The guy has the form and confidence.”
“If we only hired pretty boys, we’d be in trouble. Good body, good moves, and a variety for all tastes. That’s what Aunt Bev says. Nash’s personality doesn’t quite fit though. I don’t know if he could relax and play to a crowd. Don’t push it. Just keep an eye on him and see if he loosens up,” Carl said.
Avery huffed and turned his back.
“What?” Peter asked.
Avery faced the other men again. “I don’t want you two running off a perfectly good bouncer by trying to make him a dancer. Maybe he just wants to do security? He looks as if he just got out of the Marines. That’s not easy.”
“No one is forcing him to do anything. Not a guy that size.” Peter tried to suppress his smile. “It’s just a thought. If Nash wants to make more money, he has options.”
“If anyone can find his dancer potential, it’s you, Peter.” Carl slid off the barstool. “I’m going to finalize Nash’s paperwork. If you need me, I’ll be in the office. He starts tonight, so watch your gossip.”
“Thanks.” Avery nodded.
“Why would we gossip?” Peter shrugged.
Avery laughed. “Go rehearse. You’re drooling on my bar.”
* * * *
That night, Nash manned his post as bouncer. After almost ten years in the Marines, nothing shocked him. Not wild naked men dancing for money. Not drunk women going crazy and chasing the dancers. Big D’s was a well-run establishment, and they’d given him a chance. He had scared people off at times, but here intimidation would be an asset.
Ken and Carl had both made rounds during the first show of the night. Nash just nodded to them. They had to check on the new guy. Keeping his attention on the crowd and not the dancers was his job and easy enough until the first group of dancers was done. The second group of men included the sexy man Nash was drawn to.
That blond, slender man seemed to light up on stage. Nash had ignored the intense blue eyes and pale skin earlier. Peter—that was his name. Peter was a pretty guy who looked young. While he was just Nash’s type, the last thing the bouncer needed was to get involved with anyone. He had a plan for being back on the civilian side again. Work, security, and finding an outlet to let go of his stress. He fit into the military perfectly, but handling the actual combat experiences he’d buried wouldn’t happen overnight.
Nash’s job was to keep guys like Peter safe, not screw their brains out. That’d probably get Nash fired. Besides, Peter likely had a boyfriend. Nash turned his attention to a table of two middle-aged women drinking far too much. They’d started off happily watching the show, but now they were shouting for the men to come down and sit on their laps.
When one tried to climb up on the table, Nash moved in. She kicked a glass, and it shattered on the floor. One of the bartenders sprang into action, cleaning up the shards of glass. Nash tangled with the customers.
“I think we’ve had enough.” Nash led the blonde by the arm, but the redhead stayed up on the table.
“Take your clothes off!” she said.
“No.” He grabbed her legs and tipped her forward. She gasped and landed over his shoulder with his arm holding her securely. He marched them to the door. She grabbed his ass, but he ignored the touching and steered her friend into a cab before putting the redhead on her feet.
“You should smile and show us your stuff.” The redhead shoved a five-dollar bill in his jeans.
“You might want to drink a little less. Have a good night.” Nash guided her into the cab and closed the door as she rattled off the hotel she was headed back to.
He patted the top of the cab, and it pulled away from the curb. A few more taxis waited for the inevitable flow of drunken patrons, and Nash was glad to see ready, safe transportation for unruly and well-behaved drinkers alike.
As he walked back into the Big D’s women’s entrance, he got a nod from the bartender. Nash followed the other man’s gaze and spotted a man who had sneaked into the crowd and was sitting at a table in a corner on the side of the stage. He was in a trench coat and sunglasses.
If the bartender was concerned, that meant he wasn’t part of the act. Nash glanced over the rest of the crowd and saw everything was under control. Calmly, he headed up the side and tapped the guy on the shoulder. The creep jumped up, and Nash grabbed him by the arm. When the guy tried to get away, Nash twisted his arm until the guy winced.
Marching him outside, Nash pulled the glasses off the guy. “What are you doing?”
“Relax; I just want to see the show.” The guy tried to wiggle free. “Let me go.”
“Not yet. There is a side for male customers. Are you stalking your girlfriend?” Nash asked.
“No. I’m not a stalker. I’m just a fan. My favorite dancer was on this side tonight. It’s not a problem,” he insisted.
“I say what’s a problem, and there are no men on this side.” Nash let the guy go and studied his face. Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, average height and build. “Stick to the right side of the club.”
“Fine. It’s not a crime to be a fan. Peter appreciates his fans. Will you give him these letters?” The guy pulled a stack of envelopes from his pocket.
“No. I’m not a messenger.” Nash shook his head.
“Repeat customers keep this place going. Pays your salary. Who do you think you are?” The guy puffed out his chest.
