Later that night...

“It's time to get ready, babe. I got food in the car already.” Damon gently shook him, waking him up. Opening his eyes, rubbing them, glancing over to the fully dressed man in front of him.

“Okay, I’ll meet you outside.” That’s wearing a black dress shirt and some jeans. Paired with his nice leather shoes. Dang, his demon can really dress up as his backside came into his view. As he went out the front door.

“Okay, I’m done! Club, here I come again!” After throwing on his clothes, he brought them over to his house. Striding out the front door, in his nice shirt and shorts.

Arriving at the fancy club, following behind Damon, entering style. Getting out of the car, checking out Damon briefly. Entering the dim room, a bar came into view.

“Here they are, let go by the booths.” He saw two dudes he pointed out. One is taller than the other, slightly shorter than him. Still pretty tall, in his opinion. As they got closer to them.

“Sam, this is Jay, and Jay, that’s Michael, my best friend,” Damon introduces Sam, that is wearing a white tank top and some jean shorts, gray eyes staring back at him. Long curly blonde hair, complementing his chestnut tone.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” He reaches his hand out to him. Grabbing it, they shook hands and greeted each other. He’s so beautiful, but not like his demon. Still a handsome guy, though.

“Bro, is he your man yet?” Micheal smirked playfully my way, wiggling his eyebrows between us. Despite his muscular build, with a kiss tattoo that looks cool. Sam rolled his eyes, distancing himself from him. Sneaking over to his side as Damon sat over beside Michael whispering loud enough for him to hear.

“Ye-” Interrupting his demon’s bold-faced lies. He gotta win this pervert over if he wanna get with him. "Nope!" Grinning at the demon that glared at him. About to get up when Michael winked at Sam next to me.

“Looks like I'm the only one with my boo. Right, Sam?” At that, he ignored him before truthfully replying. Making him feel slightly bad for the poor man that got rejected.

“What my boo? Do you mean bro or Casper the ghost? Cuz the only man I see is Jay.” Sam scrunched his face up in disgust. Drinking a glass of wine or something, licking his lip. As Micheal gulped, grabbing his glass of drinking in one go. Now that’s what you call a thirsty man.

“Come on Jay, help me ignore that idiot.” He leaned over, whispering in his ear in a low voice. For only him and Sam to know.

"Ok.''He avoids Damon's green eyes drilling into his soul. Nodding his head, when Sam grabs him a shot glass. Under the watchful eyes of two men.

“Let’s take a shot first. Then head to the dance floor.” Filling up both of their shot glasses, he and Sam eyed one another. Taking a shot in one go, the hot liquid warms his body.

“Aren’t you supposed to be reserved?” glancing over at Sam. As they snuck away from the bar table to the dance floor. Where stripers in cages on the stages, male and female, dancing seductively to music playing. Some swing down the poles in sexy lingerie.

“Who told you that? Wait, was it Damon?” Unfazed by his question, like he’s used to this happening. He explained it to him. He nodded at his second question directed his way. As they enter the middle of the dancefloor, that’s a level higher than the bar downstairs.

“Yeah, how did you know?” He answered, feeling the alcohol kicking into his system. Relaxing his whole body, trying to focus on Sam’s words. As the music makes him want to dance, hopefully, he doesn’t embarrass his new friend.

“Cuz, I told Michael I'm reserved. After I lied about dating no one ever.” Nodding his head, ready for the night to begin. Carefully listening to his crazy friend that he just met. He could already tell they'll be the best of friends, from this moment.

“OH!” He accidentally said too loudly. Embarrassingly covering his mouth when he grabbed his hand. Not even mentioning his brief outburst there. How sweet. Dragging him onto the dancefloor.

“Let’s go, Jay!” Sam excitedly yells, ignoring some strange stares their way. 

“TO THE DANCE FLOOR, BITCHES.” He screams out, hipping up his friend that’s swaying his hips as the music plays. As the music dropped hardily, his hips swayed.

“You must have a low alcohol intake!” Sam yelled grinning at him, that’s taking over the dancefloor. Smiling back to him, swinging their arms together.

“YEAH, LET’S DANCE! T-PAIN’S ON! BlAME ON THE HENN!” Letting go of Sam's hands, holding up an invisible cup of Hennessy, grinding his ass against him. As he grabbed his waist, pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around his neck, staring him hard in his eyes, feeling some familiar eyes on him, shaking it off. Letting go of him, jumping on a table and twerking on it.

“SHE LOOKS ME HARD IN THE EYE-EYE! ... GOT YOU IN THE ZONE!... FEELING ON YOUR BUUTT OHH!” Throwing his shirt to Sam when a guy that could dance grabbed him close to his friend and they danced at the table together. He jumps off seductively, rolling his hips, eying one another. As he started twerking and acting tipsier, the dude fake-like slapped on his butt. High fiving him, entering a cage dancing over it.

“Yeah, get jay! fuck it up!”Sam pumped him up. He twerks his ass, doing some floor world drawing all eyes on him. Even his demon’s green eyes seemed an- His thoughts interrupted when a new song boomed out.

“NOW THAT’S MY SONG! I’M IN LOVE WITH A STRIPPER!” Yanking his shorts off, grabbing his shirt out of Sam’s hand. Ignoring his shocked expression as he wrapped his shirt around his neck, swaying hip to the stage where the strippers were. 

“Oh my gosh, Jay! It seems like the boys are angry.” As Sam’s fake fright, at the boys running over in our direction. Not that I'm gonna not get on the stage, striding over to the stage.

“WHO CARES ABOUT THEM. LET TWERKK!” He yelled to Sam as he started twerking dancing against the pole when other male and female dancers surrounded him. Grinding, shaking their ass, climbing up the pole, singing with him.

“Jay! Bitch! Don’t climb up there! I wanna dance with you!” My demon glared at my friend, scolding him before glancing in my direction. Playfully licking my tongue out as the male stripper started giving me a lap dance, hitting each beat on point.

“Get him!” His demon tan face seems red in anger. At the risk of popping a vein when he slapped the female dancer's ass lightly, singing to her. As she dragged him and another male to some seats on the stage. Swinging her hair, twerking, swaying her hips toward the male dancer, rolling her body on him. He threw his shirt to his Damon, blowing a kiss to him.

“It’s too late he’s already in his boxers. Grinding on the pole shaking his ass.” Grinding onto the pole, shaking his ass to the beat. Crowds of people were crowding around him. Throwing stacks of cash on his ass. Which made him hit a split, still twerking and crawling seductively, licking his lips, eying his demon.

“Jay, get your ass down here!” Whose shoving through the crowds, they parted into the middle. Watching as he jumped onto the stage with him, yanking him off the pole. As he’s trying to pick up his cash before anyone steals it and looks over for Sam’s help but sees Micheal scolding him.

“NO! I’M A STRIPPER AND YOUR MY DEMONNN!” At a loss for what to do, he pulls his demon to pole with him. Climbing back up the pole, attempting to twerk against it seductively, biting his lower lip. Rolling his lips when his waist, by his demon enormous hands gripping him. Why is his demon so mad? Isn’t he supposed to watch him, then fall in love with him? Cause he’s in love with a stripper.

To be continued…

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