After the latest argument with his boyfriend, Jason, Liam's friends decide the best way to cheer their friend up is to take him out to a titty bar.
A/N This was one of the more fun ones to write, and I didn't know where it was going, myself, until the end.
I hope you enjoy.
Warning: This story involves a gay man exploring sex with a woman. If this sort of story offends you, then please read no further.
Juicy Lucy's
"Juicy Lucy's," Liam read above him as they walked through a plain, nondescript door, "Do I even want to know where we're going?"
James was being his usual mysterious self, up to something. Whenever he was called out on that aspect of his personality he would affix a pious look on his face and exclaim about his innocence. Anyone who saw James knew he was many things, but innocent wasn't one of them. It was like calling a crocodile cuddly, or a snake cute. It just didn't fit him.
He was a walking contradiction: he was an educated man, learned in science and philosophy, yet he was singularly the biggest womanizer his friends knew.
The massive bouncer blocking their way was at least a head taller than the three approaching friends, and more than twice as wide as them. Dressed all in black and listening intently to his headset, he dwarfed them, giving them a no-nonsense glare that said he would tolerate no bullshit before he pointed them over to where they could check their coats and pay cover.
"I don't like this," Liam whispered in Noah's ear as he rooted in his wallet for the extortionate amount of money they demanded for cover.
"Relax," James reassured his friends with a toothy grin as he ushered them in through a heavy curtain. He looked to all the world like the devil himself at that moment. A fallen angel was an apt description of him.
James had brought the guys out have a little fun, after learning about Liam, and his boyfriend, Jason's latest fight. This time, they'd decided to take a short break, probably for a couple of days, while they cooled down a bit.
It was dark, lit by black lights. Neon glowed brightly everywhere, and at one end stood a cabaret-style stage with a brass pole. The body of an half-naked woman wrapped around it. She was peeling off her bikini top and swaying rhythmically to the beat the music.
The guys turned towards James accusingly.
"What?" he asked, extending his hands and feigning innocence. "You should know better; as if I'm not going to take you to a strip joint."
"But," his straight friend, Noah desperately tried to tear his eyes off of the girl, and be a good friend to Liam, "this is all about Liam. We're supposed to be out tonight, trying to make him feel better, with everything that's been going on between him and Jason.
"Would either of you have come if I had told you the truth?" James grinned. "Come on, it'll be fun! Plus, when Jason hears about this, he can't accuse Liam of getting up to no good, here, like maybe he could have done if he was in a room full of half-naked, sweaty guys instead. And anyway, I reserved a table down front."
"This still doesn't seem fair to Liam," Noah intoned as he shook his head.
"Stop being such a pussy. I know exactly what I'm doing," James replied slyly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Come on; we're here now, might as well enjoy ourselves." Noah just thought that James was being selfish, and cared more about his own entertainment than helping their friend improve his mood.
Meanwhile, Liam stood frozen just inside the door, his jaw hanging open. Disbelief had replaced reality for a moment. It was a surreal experience for him, all he could do was stand stock still and stare at what he saw in front of him. His mind raced through a hundred different places at once. He had seen naked women before, sure, but never like this. He had been to strip shows, too, but ones with hot, sexy male dancers, who had certainly not done the things these girls were currently doing. Not to mention the fact that he had been prepared for that. For this, however, there was no preparing himself for this. He tried to work out what he should do, but nothing worked.
So that was how a shock victim felt.
"Uh-oh," Noah said looking concerned for his friend, but still managing a grin, "you broke Liam."
James walked up and took the shattered gay man by the arm and guided him towards their table. "Ahhh, it'll be good for him, show him what he's been missing out on these years." James said with a wink to Noah.
"I...err...well... ahh..." Liam stammered as they sat the blond man down.
"Great," Noah muttered, "not only am I at a strip club, which will cause my girlfriend to kill me, when she hears about it, but my best friend is now catatonic... James, fix it."
James pulled out something grey and spongy from his pocket that he placed on Liam's tongue. "Swallow," he instructed. Liam did as he was told.
Noah looked concerned, "What did you just give him?"
"Oh, relax," James said, waving over a barmaid, a busty girl in a cowgirl outfit, with most of her ample sized chest, besides the nipples, exposed to all. "It's OK, just a little something to loosen the man up; he'll be fine, we're all right here." He smiled at the barmaid, "Hey, we're celebrating. I have three hundred dollars here; let me know when this runs out, and if there's any left at the end of the night, you go ahead and keep it, hon."
She nodded as the wad of twenties vanished, "So what are you boys gonna have?"
"Bottle of champagne," James ordered. "Put it on ice, we're going to have some drinks first. I'll have a club soda, any brand's fine." With Liam now out of the picture someone had to be the designated driver, and James had decided to be the responsible one.
"Beer," Noah chimed up. "Regular draft's fine."