Working Boy

Chapter 5

[A/N: Hello, Nomz here! Since I took freakishly long to update Chapter 4 and felt horrible about it, I decided to work diligently on Chapter 5 just for you guys~ 3

In this chapter, s**t happens and I'm certain you guys will catch on to where I'm going with this when you finish the chapter. So read, review (because I would love to hear your input), and ENJOY!]

It was just Samuel and Chase facing each other in the middle of the room. Mr. Barr was standing beside them as a type of mediator.

"Okay Samuel, apologize."

"Sorry," he muttered, averting his eyes.

"For what?" Asked Mr. Barr.

"For being disrespectful."

"Look at him in the eyes and say it."

Samuel scowled, his eyes looking straight into Chase's amber-colored jewels.

"I'm sorry, CHASE, for being disrespectful," he emphasized. His body language was saying the exact opposite, earning a raised eyebrow from Chase.

"Will it happen again?" Mr. Barr questioned.

"No."

"Good! Let's all sit down, shall we?" Mr. Barr smiled, pulling out three chairs and arranging them in a circle before they all sat down.

"Alright, so let's continue from yesterday. We're gonna go around and say something about yourselves."

"Again?" They both groaned.

"Yep! And pay close attention. I'll start. Hello, I'm Mr. Barr and I enjoy fishing on the weekends. Next?"

"I'm Chase," the Trini spoke up. "And I enjoy swimming on my spare time," he turned to Samuel, weary about what he would say next.

Samuel sighed before speaking. "My name is Samuel. And um...I can't swim to save my life," he mused, earning a chuckle from Mr. Barr and a small, uneasy smile from Chase.

"Maybe one day you can teach him," the former dean nudged Chase.

"Heh...yeah," he mumbled, awkwardly. The day that would happen would be the day pigs fly.

"Okay, so for our first activity, let's do some reverse role-play. Now, we're going to do the incident that happened in the lunchroom a few days ago."

"Ughhhhhh," they both groaned in unison.

"Stop that. The only way you can truly understand a situation from someone else's perspective is if you put yourselves in their shoes. Now, I want you to recreate the incident beginning from the football being tossed," Mr. Barr pulled a football out of his bag and tossed it to Chase.

He took the football and went towards the back, sitting on a desk. Samuel went a little further, sitting at another desk in the manner that Chase was doing it.

"Okay, I'm not going to put any liquids near you," the dean mused, "But just imagine it landing in hot soup and it splashing on you."

"Whatever," the blonde rolled his eyes. "Just throw it."

"Oh, and by the way, try to remember the dialogue and think about how it affects you."

Chase sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. How could he sit there and say those disgusting, derogatory comments? He'd feel disgusted with even thinking those thoughts to begin with. He swallowed hard before readying his hand to throw it.

"Hey Island-Boy, heads up!" He aimed it at the table Samuel was sitting at.

Samuel let out a dramatic gasp, his eyes widening. "Oh no! The soup spilled on me...Ahhhh!" He got up and slowly ran in a circle. "Whatever shall I do?"

The curly-haired boy narrowed his eyes. Was this guy f*****g serious?

Soon after, he could hear a louder yell from the guy as he witnessed Mr. Barr splash hot water on him.

"AHHH f**k!" He held his stomach, clearly hurt from the heat. "What the actual hell!?" He scolded Mr. Barr, angry.

"Direct it at him, but don't actually hit him-"

That was all it took to send Samuel flying over to Chase and shoving him on the table roughly. One hand was tightly clamped around his neck, and the other hand c****d back into a fist. Samuel was smirking now as he felt that he had the upper-hand.

"Alright now. When I splashed hot water on you, how did it make you feel?" He paced over, slowly.

"It pissed me off," he answered.

"How about you Chase? How do you feel at this exact moment?"

"I feel...," His eyes scanned over Samuel's position atop of him as he searched for an answer. "Upset."

"Mmhmm. You can get off of him now," he commanded taking his seat.

Samuel gave him another smirk before getting off of him, not taking is eyes off of him as he got up and dusted himself off.

"You see boys, you just experienced empathy. Empathy can go a long way. It helps to think from different perspectives in order to better understand the situation. It's the first step to resolving an issue," he spoke before going over to his bag. "Now for homework-"

"Homework? We actually get homework for this?" Chase furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes, you do. And it all has to do with teamwork. Considering that you two are on the football team, it should benefit greatly," he pulled out a yellow folder and pulled out two worksheets to give to them. "It's due next Thursday. You guys are dismissed."

They both took the papers and left- Samuel shoving him as soon as they left the classroom. Chase growled, tempted to lash out, but he thought better of it. He made his way to the front where Antwon was waiting in the car.

"How'd it go?" Antwon asked as Chase got in the passenger seat.

"Better than usual, I guess."

"That's good," he pulled out of the parking lot and began driving down the road.

"Hey listen...sorry about yesterday. I was just having a really rough day yesterday, but it was unfair to take it out on you."

"It's okay-"

"So I got you this," Chase pulled out a box out of his bag.

"Huh?" Antwon grabbed it with his free hand.

"You can open it when we get home- I don't want you to have an accident on the road," he mused with a smile.

Soon enough they got to the house and went inside, Antwon holding the box in his hand. They both went into the dining area and sat at the table before he opened it. He took a look at it, holding up the silver and black yin-yang necklace.

"Wow, this is nice," he marveled. "Where did you get this?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he winked.

He actually went to the Mary Kay jewelry store after work and paid around $500 for a sterling silver necklace. This was before he took all his money and put it on a debit card. Of course he wouldn't tell him that part.

"Thank you- but are you sure-?"

"Yes, I could afford it, Ant. It's just a small token of appreciation."

The older male stared at him for a moment before smiling and putting it on.

"Thanks Chase."

"No problem! I have to get dressed for work, but I'll see you in the morning, okay?" He fist-bumped him.

"Wait, morning?" He asked in confusion.

"Oh yeah!" He piped up. "Y'know, because as soon as I get in, you're usually asleep, so technically I don't see you until the morning time."

Chase mentally slapped himself for saying that. He certainly hoped that Antwon would just accept it and leave it alone.

"Oh okay then," he nodded understandably. "I'll see you in the morning," he waved him off.

The island-boy went back into his room, shut the door, and sighed in relief. He got dressed into his waiting clothes and packed a separate outfit to change into for his second job.

"Alright Mamba, you got a request for tonight," Ken took his arm as he walked into the Dancer's Room.

"What do you mean a request?"

"It means that someone wanted a special dance from you," Rodeo spoke up, making his way towards them, stark naked.

"Rodeo what the hell!?" Chase's face turned a deep scarlet.

"Go put on some underwear," Ken averted his gaze, disgusted.

"Pft! Don't act like you haven't seen this before... Ken Doll~" he teased, moving his hips to make his junk jiggle.

"Oh stop it, you!" A blush crept up on his tan face.

"Huh? What does he mean?" Chase blinked, confused.

"He doesn't mean anything. Now go put something on!" Ken demanded with a scowl.

"Little ironic you say that, don't you think? But whatever you say, Princess," he shook his butt mockingly before going behind a rack to change.

"Sorry about that," he grumbled before going back to his usual self. "Basically, there are two types of special dances. There's the private dance's held in the V.I.P room and there's also the onstage performances where you grab the requester. You're gonna be doing the latter."

"Looks like you have a fan," Chief mused, putting on his tribal face makeup.

"Wow," he blushed, scratching the back of his head. He didn't think he would get a fan right on his third day. He must be doing something right.

"Yep! The onstage dance costs $100 right off-the-bat, so here you go," the petite ginger pulled out a small envelope for him, which Chase put in his messenger bag. "The person requested a wild jungle theme. This is what she looks like." He pulled out a picture.

The woman looked fairly young, most likely in her early twenties or a bit younger. She was a brunette with shoulder-length hair which was put up in a half-ponytail. Her lips were thick and red, her nose was rounded, and her eyes were forest green.

"Okay," he nodded taking in her appearance. "But how am I gonna find her in the crowd?"

"There are special seats near the stage that are red. The ones seated in the red seats are the ones that get the special dance. Just look for her, she should be easy to spot. She told me she'll be wearing a white button-down shirt and some high-waisted jeans," Ken informed. "There will be a stage prop for you- like a tree trunk so you can sit her down on it and do what you do. "

"Right," he blushed once more, thinking about the dances. He remembered seeing Tantalis doing a special performance with a lady- he was practically dry-humping her on stage. Is that what women like? He couldn't dare see himself doing something like that.

It reminded him a lot of his past girlfriend. She wanted him to screw her so badly, she would formulate plans to try to persuade him into doing so. He was always more of a vanilla guy- cuddling, holding hands, and kissing was more of his thing. Not to mention he was a virgin. Strange as it sounds, he never once had an orgasm besides the occasional wet dream. Even when he would try to touch himself, he just couldn't bring himself to do so. So for her to pressure him into having s*x in locker rooms and such was way too much for what he could handle.

Despite being a squeaky-clean guy, here he was working as a dancer at a STRIP club. Luckily nobody on the outside knew his secret and he intended it to stay that way.

"Alright, well who's up now?"

"It's intermission, so everyone's drinking and stuff," Ken responded before leaning in and whispering. "Don't be nervous. You can do this, okay?" He leaned back before declaring, "You can practice on me if you like!"

"Uhhh, that'll be okay," Chase chuckled, nervously.

"No, really!" He dragged him towards the lounge area in the back. The tan male sat back on the couch, spreading his soft, curvy legs for him to see. He looked at him through half-lidded eyes with a smirk.

"K-Ken! I can't!" Chase stammered, flushed. Holy hell, he's right in front of him, spread-eagled!

"Oh c'mon Chase. Don't you wanna sharpen your skills a bit? Or do you prefer me like this?" He turned over, pushing up his plump, round ass for him.

"C-Cut it out! You're embarrassing me!" He covered his face in embarrassment.

"Mm, I'd like to sharpen MY skills on you," Rodeo paced inside, licking his lips before he grabbed the Ken's hips, thrusting into him. He was now wearing black briefs versus being completely naked before.

"HEY!" He fell forward before he quickly turned to sit on the couch. "That wasn't for you, y'know?" He scowled, brushing himself off.

"So? I'm more of a taker. Besides, who knew you were such a slut for the new guy," he mused, earning a slap from the smaller male.

"Shut up," he grumbled, averting his eyes before shifting his attention back to Chase. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go find an outfit and some body paint!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going," Chase grumbled, making his way back to the dressing area where he searched for stuff to wear.

"Now introducing...BLACK MAMBA!" The DJ announced over the mic before this gorgeous, stallion of a man appeared before everyone's eyes. The backdrop was of a great, wild jungle- just like Juliana had asked. I pulled out my cellphone to record. This was gonna be fun.

I remember her telling me about how there was this hot new dancer that joined the club a few days ago and that I just had to see him. She was a regular at Damon's Paradise and she was always able to pull some strings to get me inside.

My eyes took in his figure- he was tall, dark, and had a beautifully crafted body. He was wearing a tiger mask that had covered his eyes and nose, though he had a gorgeous smile as he carefully went over and pulled her up onstage. I secretly envied her, I'd have to say.

He scooped her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her over to the rather large tree stump and sat her down. He got atop her and started grinding his hips into her, his body rolling with so much fluidity that made so many people hoot, holler, and toss money all over the stage. Juliana really seemed to be into it as she rolled her hips in-tune with him.

"Isn't he hot?!" My friend, Darla, gushed.

"Yeah, I'm actually kinda jealous," I admitted with a smile, watching him flip her over into the cowgirl position.

He smiled that gorgeous smile again as he sat up, though I couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity. It was as if I seen that same smile from somewhere before.

Soon enough, Juliana's curiosity got the best of her. She reached up up to pull the mask off of his face. My eyes widened.

No.

This is not happening.

That did not just f*****g happen.

I didn't even know how to feel. All I could feel is the sudden rush of blood flooding to my cheeks.

"Domi? Are you okay?" Darla poked me. "Your face looks like a tomato!"

"I'm fine," I hissed through clenched teeth, hitting the stop button of the video recording.