Frank's POV

When I get off stage I see Gerard walk into Drew's office. Being the nosy fuck I am, I quickly go run to the door, putting Pansy in my case as I do so. I set her down, and lean her against the wall. I gently set the side of my head on the door trying to listen but I can't hear anything, well yet, because suddenly I hear Drew's voice yelling at Gerard.

What a fucker! Gerard is only trying to make money because he can't support himself alone.

I step back, not wanting to be caught eaves dropping, and wait until I see the door open.

Gerard walks out with his head held low and makes his way back to the bar. I clench my fist, and grab Pansy dragging her in Drew's office with me. I slam the door alerting Drew and he looks up at me from his desk.

"Hey Frank, nice peformance. But-" he starts but I have to interrupt.

"Yeah, I know! Gerard wasn't supposed to be on stage but he can't help that his old boss was a total asshole and he just needs to make more money!"

"Frank, I am not going to give Gerard a raise. He can't do anything for me to change my mind!" He states and I think of a dreadful idea I'm probably going to regret in the morning.

I lock the door and lean Pansy on the wall.

"What if I do something for you?" I mutter.

"What? Frank, you can't-." He replies.

"Oh, but I can..." I purr and walk slowly to Drew's desk, swaying my hips in the process. He was kissing me like crazy last night, so I know that he won't resist me.

When I get to go desk I put my hands on his papers and crawl over to sit in his lap, my legs on either side of his. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer.

"Can he get a raise if I do this?" I say and kiss him. His hands move from his armrest to my hair as he tilts his head. I lick his lip and he parts his mouth allowing me to invade.

Drew wasn't a bad kisser, I just need to help Gerard. I don't want to be kissing Drew though.

"I guess I could make an acception, by a little." He mumbles into my mouth. I pull away.

"By a little? Oh come on sugar... You know you can do more.... for me." I tell him and I feel his 'buddy' slightly push up into my ass.

"What can you do for me?" He pants.

"Well, I could do whatever you want me to do, and you know... Maybe have a little stripping job." I purr as I take my index finger and run it down the middle of his chest, and when I get to the hem I slip it under his shirt and play with his nipples.

"Oh.... Frank," He pants. "I have some costumes in the box next to the couch. G-go and change and get your fucking ass on the stage if- if you want Gerard to get a raise."

I smile and stand up swaying my hips more as I walk over the the box. I see something that would fit me and pull it out. I also see two nice things that would go with it and pull them out. I also grab a pair of black heels sitting there as well.

I turn and Drew has his hand over his crotch.

"Remember, don't tell Gerard I'm doing this either, or no more Frankie for you." I say and wink before I leave, leaving Pansy there.

When I close the door I sigh.

I don't want to be Drew's bitch.

What have I done?

Well at least I'm doing it for a good cause.

I spot the restrooms and quickly run in, avoiding the eyes from 35 year old men looking at my body.

I run into a cubicle and look at the outfit.

Shit.

I took a small black corset, black silk panties with lace trimming around it and fishnets.
I slap my face because I'm such an idiot.

"Frank?" I hear Denis ask. "Frank are you in here?"

"Y-yeah..." I say.

"Drew told me that your going to be a stripper... Oh! Are you doing a show for Gerard?"

"What! N-no! Of course not."

"Woah, yeah you are!" He laughs and I can feel myself blushing. "Well I'll see you out there and remember, be sexy. Gerard likes sexy." He says and I hear the bathroom door close.

I sigh and take off all of my clothes. I slide on the corset and have a bit of trouble tying it tight on my own but manage.

I put on the fishnets and then the panties. I feel like a total whore. I step out if the stall hearing the loud clicking of my heels on the dirty tile and look at myself in the mirror. I we'll admit, I don't look half bad in the corset considering it makes have me a lot more curves.

I look at the door and think "Just be sexy, Gerard likes sexy."

I may be trying to impress Gerard a bit as well.

I open the door and walk backstage, luckily avoiding Gerard considering he was making drinks. I run along the back to the backstage part of the stripping place and watch Denis.

He grips the pole and swings around it, lifting a leg and spins a couple of times. I look at the crowd that is under his spell, and see Gerard sitting in a stool behind the bar, and he is resting his head on his hand.

I feel bad for him because he has no idea that he is getting a raise from me stripping on a stage. I look back at Denis and he is dancing around the pole and I hear someone in the first row wolf howl and he leans down and kisses them full on the lips, with tongue and everything.

When he gets up he turns to go back to dancing but spots me. He walks over to me and grabs my hand, pulling me up on this stage, and I'm blinded by the bright, white lights.

He grabs the mic a few feet away from us and taps it so he gets everyone attention.

Including Gerard, and I fee like I am about to die of embarrassment.

"You all know my lovely friend Frank. He just started performing here and now looks like he is about to perform the encoure you guys wanted!" He says and everyone cheers. He outs the mic back and turns to me.

He whispers in my ear, "I need to do this, it'll get you in the mood. Trust me." And before I can even say anything, his hand slips into my fishnets and he rubs my length.

I accidently let out and moan and he chucked. I'm in the mood now.

"Your like 9 inches, and your thick, It's nice. now show them what you made of." Denis whisper-cheers into my ear and I waste no time running to another pole and jumping high and latching into the top. I spin, lifting my leg and spin down the pole, my dick rubbing against the cold metal I can feel through the panties.

The crowd goes crazy and I grin, forgetting about everything.

I stand up and grasp the pole behind me, I flutter my eyes and open my mouth and slide down opening my legs so everyone can see my obvious boner.

I'm in the mood and I'm putting on a good show.

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When the shows over I see Drew motion me to follow him. I put the cash I got in my pocket, planning on giving it to Gerard tomorrow. He goes into his office, and I hop in after him. I step forward to his desk but he isn't in his chair.

Suddenly I hear 'click' from the lock in in the doo and I feel lips on my neck. I see Drew's hands on the skin the my corset allows for me to show.

"You were so good Frankie.... Amazing!" He cheers into my neck. "I jerked off during the show and cummed then, but tomorrow I'll have full fucking load for you. Now go home before I take you to mine."

I grab Pansy and go into the bathroom for my clothes. I quickly change and put the other clothes (if I can even call then clothes) in my guitar case. I quickly leave the bar as soon as possible not wanting to see what Gerard has to say about me being a stripper. I begin to run home.

Apprarently I was really good at it too, becuase people would not stop grabbing my ass or my dick when I knelt down on the front the stage. I tried to avoid all eyes contact with Gerard, but a lot of times I found him staring at me and myself staring back.

I realize I'm at my apartment when I almost run into a pole. I run inside and up the stairs. I take out my keys and unlock my door. I sigh and open the door. I take one step inside and I suddenly feel strong hands push me and I hear the door slam close and lock.

I turn my head expecting to be met with a serial killer, but it's something far worse....

Angry Gerard.

He yells, "What the fuck was that?!"

Notes

I wrote this at like 4 am......