Book Title: Wayward Stripper
Author: J.B. Buell
Publisher: JMS Books
Release Date: August 19, 2023
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance, Omegaverse
Tropes: Omegaverse, Male Strippers, Alpha/Alpha, Friends to Lovers, Meet Cute
Themes: Finding love, Strippers, Trans Man, Trans Character
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 25 659 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger. It’s Happy Ending.
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Jake is a stripper on the run
Blurb
Jake is a stripper on the run, in need of a new job. He happens to find one in New York City, at a club called The Apollo Lounge. That’s where he meets another stripper named Tristan who’s tall and gorgeous, and also a really nice guy.
They hit it off almost immediately, but Jake is unsure about starting something new. He’s had it rough and is wary about opening up, but maybe with Tristan his luck has finally changed.
“Pretend I’m the pole,” Tristan said in Jake’s ear, “tease them. Save the best moves for the paid dances.”
Jake nodded, and set to work backing his ass up into Tristan’s body and shimmying against him.
Tristan gripped the pole with one hand for balance, staying mostly still and only gyrating his hips slowly to the beat of the music. Jake made eye contact with the table of omegas Tristan had pointed out, building up the rapport with them as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip off his shoulders. Then he dropped his ass down to the floor, undulating his upper body to show off his muscle tone.
The omegas loved it and tossed bills onto the stage. Jake even saw a fifty-dollar bill land there, but the trick to a good dancer was to ignore the money raining down and keep on dancing.
Jake raised his ass back up, slowly grinding it up Tristan’s thighs and into his crotch. Tristan responded by rubbing his hands over Jake’s hips, holding him in place as he mimed a couple of thrusts against Jake’s ass.
More money fluttered onto the stage, and Jake raised up so he could lean back fully into Tristan, acting submissive for the bigger alpha. Tristan took the cue and reached his hands up, feeling Jake’s abs and pecs in an exaggerated manner for the benefit of the omegas watching.
There were some strippers who were a pleasure to dance with, and Jake knew from these short moments dancing together that Tristan was one of them. They just seemed to be in tune and move well together. The fact that Tristan was really hot was the cherry on top.
After their stage dance, the omegas at the table were keen to get a paid dance from them. The one who seemed to have the most money to spend, or was the most eager to spend it anyway, asked if they’d dance at the table for all of them. They were a party of four of mostly quiet omegas, all in executive style fashion with perfect long hair, crisp shirts, short skirts and high heels.
Tristan looked to Jake for his permission, and Jake nodded. He was fine dancing at a table for polite omegas. There wasn’t much he didn’t like about the situation, honestly. Dance for money? Great. Dance with Tristan? Also great.
Tristan took charge and asked a couple of the omegas to scoot their chairs around a bit, that way he and Jake were able to fit between them and the table so they’d all get a good view. He took their cash too, as it was always cash first for paid dances, and split it with Jake.
Then it was time for the double dance.
Both of them had their shirts off now, only wearing their briefs, so they were very nearly naked. Jake wasn’t sure if it was his wishful thinking or not, but he thought Tristan’s cock looked fuller than before, like he had way more than a semi in those tight briefs.
After a little bumping and grinding together, Jake turned to face Tristan and crouched down on one knee, placing one hand on Tristan’s hip as he looked up at the tall alpha with his lips parted like he was about to suck cock.
This was all part of dancing for an audience, but it was still hitting a lot of tick points that got Jake aroused too. Not to mention the scent of other aroused alphas and omegas in the room was thick and heavy in the air.
Jake turned his head to the side, locking eyes with the omega nearest to him, and performed a dramatic lick along his own hand that was on Tristan’s hip. The move was for appearances only, as Jake’s tongue only touched his own skin, but for an audience it gave an impression of what they wanted to see: him licking Tristan.
Jake slowly rose to his feet so they could continue their dance. Two of the omegas conferred quietly at the table, then one leaned in and said, “We have a request. Can you guys kiss?”
Jake looked to Tristan, who also looked at Jake with a question in his eyes.
Jake nodded to show he was willing, and the corner of Tristan’s mouth ticked up in a sly smile.
“Pretty sure kissing is gonna need an extra tip,” he told the omegas in reply.
The ladies got their cash out, peeling off notes from the thick bundles of cash they had and dropping them onto the table. More than a couple of those notes were hundreds.
Damn, Jake thought. If all he had to do was kiss Tristan all night to make bank, he was fine with that.
J.B. Buell is a non binary writer (they/them) of m/m romance and gay rom com stories. They are a cat person, and can’t decide if they’re more of a coffee or tea person but is quite happy to drink both.
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