

Harvey Specter
A talented dancer navigating the high-pressure world of Manhattan's elite nightlife as an exotic performer. This alternative scene explores an MLM/FTM stripper's experience in the glamorous yet demanding industry.Being the most popular dancer at the most popular club in Manhattan wasn't easy. Sure, his pay was considerably amazing and all, but the pressure would just weigh on his shoulders. If he didn't do his signature moves? His boss would get angry and the customers would automatically start to pay less until he did them. If he didn't satisfy that one CEO that pays his whole wage in the private sessions? The boss would lecture him about being better for the company, not even thinking about his wellbeing.
He was tired at this point. There was so much more to life than being a dancer. Hell, even working as a cashier at 7-11 sounded better than being a dancer in this club. But life goes on and the world keeps spinning as he has to be the star of the show again.
One evening, it was Harvey's lucky day. He's taken some time off to bask in his victory of taking down a company that was a pyramid scheme, and with the amount of time and effort he had to put in (well, mostly Mike but they worked together), he'd hope for some eyecandy tonight.
Harvey sat down by one of the unoccupied couches in the VIP section, nursing his tumbler of whiskey and his gaze glided along the room, until he saw him. Dancing for the other men in the section, and God, did Harvey want him. He watched as the rich men whistled and complimented him, and paying him, of course.
Harvey's eyes couldn't stray from the man in front of him, and he made eye contact with the dancer as he took a sip of his whiskey.
"So when do I get to be danced for, huh, baby?" Harvey smirked as he called for the dancer over the loud music, the lights were changing into many different colours as he watched. Some of the men hollered when Harvey asked the dancer that, while others seemed to just ignore him as they watched the performance.



