Striptease

Striptease

Harry did not want to go. This was stupid... unnecessary.

"Too bad, Harry," Ginny said, dragging him out the door in the outfit that she bought and forced him into. "You need to get out more! You haven't gone out with anyone since that disastrous rump with Roger Davies... of all people. What were you thinking!"

"It was over a year ago, Gin. Can't you let me live that down?"

"Nope. Really, Harry? He's practically a media whore. He planned for that photographer to be there. I was amazed you both didn't get cited for indecent exposure."

"I never exposed myself!"

"No, you just exposed him, now shut up. It's a ten-minute walk to the Tube. I found a place in Soho that is perfect for you! You'll get the full treatment there for 20 pounds... according to Viktor," she spat and pulled him after her down the street.

The fact that Ginny wound up in Krum's bed, still blew Harry's mind, but after playing in a few quidditch matches against each other over the last few years, they became friends and eventually elusive lovers. Krum swung both ways, but he wanted to settle down, according to Gin.

"I can't believe you're taking me to a strip club... a gay strip club... no... actually a gay, muggle strip club," he muttered, finally walking under his own power.

"Yep. No one to recognize either of us! Krum used to go there with his dates. It'll be all guys we want for you... and me," she drawled.

"What will Viktor say?" he shot back.

"He said that he should just give a lap dance to both of us to save some money, but I think you would just embarrass yourself too much in front of him."

Harry already went red at the idea of Krum and Ginny in the same room... in varying stages of undress, but Ginny was joking. They were trying for kids, and Harry wasn't going to mess that up for a racy three-way. Platonic or not. Besides, he got over his willingness to try riskier things running around with Roger for a few months. But this trip was to exhibitionist central, and he wasn't interested in getting back into it... or the field for that matter.

He stopped. "Why are you pushing this? It's a strip club. You don't really expect me to find someone here? I mean... I don't need fantasy."

"Yeah, you do," she said, shoving him forward, again. "You found Davies interesting, for Merlin's sake! You need a better imagination. Viktor said that there are some good-looking guys there and that you needed this."

"Why didn't he come?"

"Because... you get uncomfortable around him, well anyone you know, when you're talking to guys, even Roger. You still think being gay is wrong, don't you?"

"No... I just... people look at me like I'm supposed to be... normal," Harry muttered, looking at the ground.

"It is normal, Harry. Completely normal. Luna and I had some experiences at Hogwarts. It is natural that some people like people of the same sex... or like both."

"But Ron and Hermione...."

"They want you to be happy."

"They had this image of us having kids together... and... I can't...."

Gin was the one who stopped and rounded on him. "Harry... that is their fault, and maybe it was appealing to you, too. If you found someone, maybe you could adopt? You ever think about that?"

Harry lowered his head. He never thought anyone would want that. Most guys were interested in a shag with Chosen One. He didn't want to try to explain to muggles that he was a wizard, without worrying about an International Secrecy violation. He didn't want to lie, either.

"I kinda lost that hope... hence Roger."

"Well, it's time to rekindle that drive," she spat and pressed on toward the Tube entrance. Soho was a bit crowded with muggles, and they didn't want to announce their presence with an Apparation. Wizards and witches tend to notice those things and hear the crack.

"Gin... it's a strip club. I don't want to be alone with my hand anymore. I want a family."

"Well... there are also gay men there that you can talk to."

"Horny men, who like a show. I also suck at small talk. Why are you doing this to me?" he whined.

"To at least get you interested in trying again, Harry! I know having the photographer catching you and Roger together hurt you, and you never got over that he set you up. But if you want a family, a partner, he's not going to just fall in your lap. You have to go search for him! Krum didn't just appear. I invited him to our party!

She did, mainly for him, though, at first. He wasn't interested in Krum, anyway. He was a fit bloke, but Viktor quickly set his sights on Ginny, and Harry noticed that she was interested. After being his wingman over the years, he felt she deserved him, not to mention explaining to Molly that they had figured out he only liked guys. Cho and Gin were "butch", Ginny explained, and when she filled out more, Harry found no interest in her.

He had a type. Strong, powerful, able to defend himself. What drew Harry to Cho was her flying ability, and Gin was her hellfire, but who was he kidding? He liked guys, and after the war... he couldn't connect with Ginny. She understood and was never sore about it. She pushed him to come out and defended him to anyone who thought about bringing him down.

"You will find someone Harry, this is just to loosen you up," she said and navigated the ticket machines to get passes.

Twenty minutes later, they were in Soho. It was another fifteen minutes to the club from the Tube. They got in line and Ginny paid.

"Just so you know, baby girl, this is a gay bar," the sassy, sexy door greeter said.

"I know, thanks!"

"You have fun, boyo," he drawled.

Harry shrugged at the guy who winked at him, like it was customary for girls to bring their unconfident, gay ex-boyfriends to the club. Ginny pulled him over to the large, awkwardly-shaped stage with many stripping poles.

"Sit here, front and center. Just watch. You brought money, right? You can put tips on them, but watch the touching. The bouncers will stop that," Gin explained.

"How do you know that?" he hissed. "Have you been here?"

"Not here. There's a men and women's club a few streets down. I'll be at the bar."

"What? You're leaving me?" he gasped, a little desperate and loud enough for two guys not too far from him to look over.

"You got to fly on your own, not hide behind me anymore," Ginny said and gave him a pat. "Just look and figure out what you want. Enjoy."

She marched off and left him. The two guys, in their fifties a few seats away, smiled at his humiliation. They turned and looked at each other, knowingly.

"Buck up, mate. They won't bite," one said.

Harry nodded. The two guys went back to holding hands and drinking wine. An anniversary maybe? But he did as Ginny asked: he looked. There were two dancers out: a small bald, feminine guy with a lot of makeup on and a muscle man, weight-lifter with bulging muscles. Neither particularly appealed to his tastes, and he couldn't keep looking, lest they come over and dance in front of him.

Eventually, another guy came out, covered in slick oil. Harry was a little impressed with his pole dancing, but he wasn't really interested. An hour had to have passed, and he was on his third drink. He'd seen a dom in a tight, leather kit, another in a gimp outfit and a big-busted guy called Yang and Ying. But he had barely stirred underneath. Maybe he was meant to be alone... or just asexual, now. Roger had hurt him so much that he never felt the same afterward.

Then he heard the announcer. "Now, welcome the King of the Stage... the Prince of Leather, Viper!"

Harry lifted his head to see the new arrival as the lights flashed. His heavy boots hit the stage hard, and his leather pants weren't too tight but fitted oh so snugly. He wore a thick, well-used, leather biker jacket over a black shirt. He was tall and filled out. Harry felt floaties in his stomach as he looked at his head. Under a vintage leather biker hat, was a pale face, masked by his long bangs, that ran down to his nose, mysteriously hiding his facial features. Merlin... he was perfect.

Viper started his routine, as the others cleared after giving him a respectful bow. He looped the stage, making sure that he had the audience's attention, before he slowly took off his coat, revealing his sizable arms and full-sleeve tattoos. He was the only one who had so many, but then he started dancing. He thrusted his hips forward and back and pulled himself on the pull-up bars. Viper was not weak, as he lifted himself up with ease many times, displaying his strength.

He eventually took off his black shirt to reveal his impressive chest and well-portioned muscles. Unlike the bodybuilder, his chest was solid and so beautiful. He eventually whipped his cap off, and Harry could see that he had two black streaks in his white-blond hair, above his temple on either side of his head going down to his face. They really did look like fangs, but his eyes and face remained obscured. Harry was just memorized.

He never danced in front of Harry, but deliberately stopped at the couple a few seats away for a short private dance. One slipped a note into his boot, and Viper lowered himself to the deck and flexed suggestively for them for a few minutes before he hopped up and slowly unzipped his pants, like Harry wanted him to do. He was sure he was drooling a bit when Viper lowered to reveal a tight, revealing male thong that barely concealed his obviously large cock. He slowly lowered his pants as quite a few hummed and hawed.

"Thank you, Viper," the other guy chuckled, offering another bill.

"Any time, Jerry," he drawled, snatching it.

He headed away from them down the stage for more tips and short personal dances. Harry imagined the sexy man would have come to him if he had pulled out some money, but Harry couldn't stop watching him dance. His body would snake right and left, moving like he didn't had bones. Merlin, his body was beautiful, all the way down to his exquisite tattoos. He didn't know how long Viper danced, but when it was time for the next person to come on, Harry was almost disappointed when he left.

"See anything you like?" Gin asked, suddenly appearing next to him.

He jumped, as he forgot that she had come. "Umm... yeah... he's... they're great."

"Yeah... they. That Viper guy definitely grabbed your attention," she said, knowingly.

Harry's face heated up. Merlin, this was humiliating.

"Still don't think we should've come?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Well, you can answer it after. I already paid for an hour for you."

Harry lifted his head. "What?"

"A private dance? With Viper. The rooms are over there. The bouncer is waiting for you."

"Gin? An hour!?"

The couple a few seats down were laughing at him.

"Yeah, the manager said he'll be over there in ten. Go on. He'll talk to you, too."

"Talk?"

"It's regulated, Harry. No direct contact... no sex. Just a dance and company... you can pay for longer, but he will know how to relax you. Now, get! I already paid for you."

Harry lowered his head. He can do this, not that she would let him say no. Maybe, it would help. He got up and went to go, but the older couple told him to have fun.

"Don't worry. Viper's a good lad. Enjoy your gift, sonny," one drawled, and he was red.

"'E new to this, love?" the other asked Ginny behind him, but he didn't stay to hear her response.

He made his way over to the bouncer by the private rooms and the big man grunted, "Name?"

"Harry," he said.

The man looked at him, annoyed. "Name of the dancer you requested?"

"Oh... umm... Viper," he mumbled.

"Right... you ever done this before?" he asked, eyeing him.

Harry shook his head and looked at the floor.

"Okay. Keep your dick in your pants. Don't touch Viper unless he gives you permission. Stay in the chair, alright?"

Harry nodded.

"You got an hour, premium treatment... anything over, you have to pay. Your hour starts when he comes in. Two pounds a minute if you go over. Got it?"

"Y-Yeah."

The man opened the door, revealing a plush chair in front of a small, lit-up stage. "Leave the light on above you or turn it off. Your preference."

"Thanks?" he said and sat in the chair, and the guy closed and locked the door.

The light was on, but he kept thinking about the beautiful sexy dancer that was about to come in, and him, the somewhat inexperienced recluse that he is, had no interest in being under the spotlight. He hopped up and flicked the switch off. He didn't have to wait long. Viper came in through the stage door, fully dressed. He walked across the stage, his head high like he owned the place... or the world.

Harry wished he had that much confidence. The war and his breakdown after had taken a lot from him. Hermione called it PTSD, and he had to go to a mind healer for a few years after it. He never was the same after.

"So, an hour?" he drawled, his voice smooth. His eyes were still hiding behind the veil of his hair.

"Y-Yeah."

"Hey, calm down. It's just us. Your friend said that you were shy. There's no judgment here. I'm just here for you, okay?" he said, reassuringly, moving his bangs to the side so that Harry could see his face a little. Viper was handsome from what he could see. He had a long nose and deep eyes. In the light, he couldn't see the color.

"Okay."

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Umm... you... umm..." Harry stopped, realizing how much he was mumbling.

The King of the Stage crouched down, spreading his leather-clad legs apart, purposely. "Hey... breathe. What do you like? I can dance... flex? I can do some light contact, but don't touch me, okay?"

Harry tried to find his words. "Can you... umm... take your clothes off? Like out there? You were... amazing. I-I couldn't stop... watching...."

"You want your own striptease?" he laughed, lightly. That's an easy request. I'll stay up here for, now, and let you get comfortable," he gushed. There was something familiar about his voice, but maybe it was just because he was so nice.

"That sounds good..." he whispered.

Viper stood up and turned some sultry music on. "Just watch and relax."

Harry tried, but his body was electrified, as Viper started his dance in front of him. Holy fuck, he could flex... as he swish-swayed back and forth. Harry was already hard. Viper went down to his knees to slowly take off his jacket, lowering it off his massive shoulders, inch by inch. Harry moaned as he exposed his neck.

"You... are cute," he purred, as the sexy, biker jacket came off. "I haven't even taken my shirt off. You've been sheltered, haven't you? We can change that, though."

He rocked back into a squat in front of him, making him focus on his large package. Then he tossed his jacket back and thrust his colorful arms forward in front of him. Harry finally could make out what they were. He had coiled, reticulating snakes (he was guessing a viper) circling each arm up to his shoulder, each through an artful and elaborate scene. Harry wished he could look at it longer, but Viper got to his feet, dancing, again. He slowly lifted off his black crew t-shirt, revealing his taut stomach first and then his massive chest.

Harry bit his lip as he trembled. Fuck, the man's muscles were even more impressive. He could probably bench press a Buick. He lifted up and grabbing some pull-up bars, fully demonstrating his strength and agility by doing several pull-ups and leg tucks into them. Harry wouldn't have been able to do it, despite his training. Viper's boots landed with a thud when he dropped. He went right back to stretching and flexing his large body for his pleasure.

Harry clenched his hands in anticipation as Viper went to his waistline, gently tugging at his waistline, revealing more of his v-line.

"Merlin," Harry whispered, his cock hardening more.

Viper gave him a look but kept going. He turned around, slowly pulling it down, revealing his black thong strap that ran through his glorious, round, tight ass. Viper didn't rush taking off his leather trousers at all. He made sure that Harry enjoyed every second in the box. He finally pulled them off and his boots and gave him another eyeful of his sensuous dancing, twisting and bending in ways Harry didn't think was possible.

"Do you want me to take everything off?" he asked, as he gyrated in front of him,

He probably tried to say something, but it just came out as "Eeeep."

Viper laughed. "That's a yes or no question. I'll give you a few minutes to decide." He rocked his hips and made for the pole. He climbed to the top and flipped upside on the bar, with his legs hooked around it at the top. He gave him several minutes of endorphin-producing moves before he came to the edge of the stage and took a step down. He sat on the stage and asked him, again, what he wanted.

Harry managed to whisper. "Do... do you normally take everything off?"

"Yes. But I figured I'd ask. You seem nervous. Did you just come out?"

Harry grimaced. "Not exactly. I've been avoiding everyone since... my last and really first boyfriend... he hurt me. Outed me in front of a lot of people... in a bad way. I've been too scared to try again, not that I was very comfortable with it all before then."

"I'm sorry about your ex... but hiding in the shadows isn't the right choice."

"It's safe," he whispered, glad for the darkness around him. The sexy, confident dancer wouldn't see how awkward he was.

"Safety... it's just an illusion. You can never be completely safe, no matter how much you try to hide," the stripper explained, sagely.

"Yeah, I know."

"Manager said your friend set this up... a girl," he asked.

"We dated in school, before I really figured it out, but she dragged me here to get... back into it."

"I see. I've had a few couples in here before... so it's not unusual."

"No... she's... just a good friend. She's trying to help me."

"Sounds like she's a nice person. So... feel comfortable enough to see everything, yet?"

Harry almost "Eeeepped", again, or maybe he did.

"Shhh... let me do it. You deserve the whole show."

"Okay..." he whispered.

"Just breathe... and watch," Viper ordered, and he got back up on the stage.

His fingers went under his thong and pulled it tighter, then lower, tantalizingly. He finally unclipped it and revealed his large, hard, plump cock with light blonde fuzz on it. Then he as danced again, it bobbed up and down. Oh, fuck... he couldn't take his eyes off it. Davies's prick was nowhere near as impressive. Harry licked his lips. After a few minutes, Viper slowly came down the steps for the stage and closer to him, moving in such an erotic way that Harry was worried he might come in his pants.

His gorgeous, chiseled body gyrated in front of him at the light's edge, and his cock was on full display. Oh, Harry so wanted to touch it, but Viper had made it clear that contact wasn't allowed. He fidgeted as Viper threw his chest out and arms up into the air. He brought them behind his head and interlocked his fingers, fully displaying his rock-hard body to Harry as he snaked back and forth.

"Beautiful..." Harry whimpered.

"I know," he responded with a big smile.

Harry looked up into his face, still cloaked in hair, but his eyes drifted to admire his exotic tattoos. On his left arm, the head of the triangle-headed viper started on his shoulder and then wrapped helically around his arm. The end of the tail hooked under his wrist and up into a familiar-looking skull. Harry flinched enough for Viper to drop his arms.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, polite and concerned. He even pushed his bangs back behind his ears, so Harry could see his face properly.

Harry froze as he met his grey eyes. No... he thought. ...Dark Mark, grey eyes, pale skin, blond hair... and pointy nose.

"Malfoy?" he whispered in horror.