The night was young and the groups coming in seemed even more so.<br/>Okay, so Kyle wasn't exactly<i>old</i>only just passing his twenty-third birthday a couple on months prior, but he still felt miles ahead of any of the people walking through that door. Maybe that was something to do with him working in this club since he was eighteen. Illegal, yes. But the club didn't know that. As far as they knew, he'd been twenty one when he started working there and his age became more and more ambiguous as the years went on. At the time he'd just been a bar hand and it hadn't mattered all that much anyway. The guys at the bar pretty much kept on all of their clothes and just handed out drinks with the occasional flirting between customers to get the purse strings that little bit looser. It had been easy money and the tips were great on a rowdy night.<br/>Then one night one of the dancers had called in sick and one thing lead to another before the manager found out Kyle had been a dancing major in college. Before he could blink twice, he was up on the stage in wellington boots, a floor length sunny yellow trench coat and nothing but sparkling shorts that just about covered the goods underneath. 'It's raining men' started to play and Kyle had an umbrella shoved in his hand before lights hit him and the rest was history.<br/><br/>Turns out the bar tips and pay were pretty shit compared to what the dancers got and after one taste of the lime light, he couldn't get enough.<br/>Night after night he enquired about getting back up on the stage and with some of the regulars getting on his side, he became a favourite in no time. Perfect bone structure and a body that slipped into shape faster than a cartoon man on a banana peel - there was no way he would lose.<br/>Dreams of becoming something big through broadway or hollywood faded to the thrill of the stage every night. He was drunk of the lingering stares and stammering heart beats of each and every person in the crowd and it was very much like a lethal drug. One hit and he couldn't escape.<br/><br/>Now five years later and he was stood in the same club, perched beside the bar when Kitty, one of the hostesses for the night, brought over a young woman, a wad of cash in her hand. Kyle hadn't been rota'ed in till later in the evening. But Kitty had deemed him worthy of being 'something extra special for a birthday guest.' Apparently he'd been specially requested.<br/>Swivelling in his chair, Kyle let his full figure be displayed to the woman. Even when fully clothed in jeans and loose black shirt, it was still evident that Kyle was something to behold.<br/>Her eyes had trailed him for a moment before she shook her head and leaned in closer, whispering that she wasn't his client. There was someone else he was supposed to belong to tonight.<br/><br/>His lips tugged in a lob sided smile and he pulled himself from his chair, giving the girl a salute before curling his fingers around her hand and slipping the cash into his own like the smooth hustler he'd come to be. Disappearing into the back, he slipped from his clothes and tossed them into his locker before pulling on a tight red thong, covering that with loose shorts and a hooded sweat shirt that hung open at his torso. The curved of the thong hooked up passed the waist band of his shorts and were clearly visible with each sway of the jacket in any movement he made. Wrapping some bandages around his hands and pulling them right, he made himself up to look like a training boxer and headed out onto the club floor.<br/><br/>Kitty briefed him on where and who before he headed to the birthday boy, not linking the name with that of his best friend's baby brother until he was stood over the boy with his gushing and red faced, pushing money out and asking for a dance with his real name.<br/>Kyle's eyes searched over the boys face and slowly his lips pulled into that cheshire cat grin he was so well known for.<br/>"Holy shit Duncan, you've grown a bit haven't you?" Kyle chuckled, leaning back and tilting his head to one side as he gave the boy a once over.<br/>Stepping forward and parting his legs, he dropped to sit himself down on the skinny boys lap, clasping his hands around the back rest of the chair and completely surrounding himself around Duncan's smaller frame.<br/>He pulled himself towards the younger boy's face, slowly, painfully slowly, before passing by it and whispering to him in the crowded club.<br/>"I'm already bought and paid for, so that makes be yours for the night without having to flash that cash." Leaning back, he gave him a wink.<br/>"I mean, unless you wanted to, of course." That grin widened again, one of his hands slipping from the back rest of the chair and finding it's way into Duncan's tinted locks.<br/>"So do you want your dance here, or in a private room?" Kyle couldn't help but lick his lips a little at the end of his words, locking eyes with his best friend's brother.<br/>It was only a matter of time before he came into contact with someone he used to know working there. But this hadn't been expected at all. Duncan had always been hovering around when Kyle had gone over to his friends house, but he hadn't thought the boy batted for the same team, now he was waffling bills in his face and asking for a private dance. This night could certainly be one for the memory bank, making Kyle only want step up his game that little bit more.