Jules~Everyone who walks into this club knows the rules. One room. One hour. And the most important of them all; no rules. On the surface, it’s the bait to lure in our prey. But beneath that, anyone who’s standing on the stage and writhing to the music will tell you it’s a fat lie. Rules exist. A fuck ton of them.But the men currently watching me take off my clothing, lust shining in their eyes, the air thick with the scent of their combined pheromones, these men don’t know shit.I let myself move to the music. When I'm on the rink, my body is all precision and control. But here? Where I'm Rome, the prettiest stripper boy alive, nothing exists. No worries, no stress, no bills.Sweat beads on my skin, rolling down the side of my face. My body burns hot, a side effect of breathing in so many heady alpha pheromones. That's right, most of the men who come here are alphas seeking to unwind from all their many responsibilities.The music ends and I come to a halt, my chest rising and fall
Huling Na-update : 2026-08-31
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