The Red Rabbit is packed, even this late on a weekday. Which isn't that surprising since it is the biggest strip club in this godforsaken city- but still, do people have nothing better to do? Jeremy wonders as he walks onto the familiar stage, not acknowledging the chorus of admiring "oohs" and "ahs" coming from below. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and sweat, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floorboards.

Jeremy glides with ease along the pole, his agile body somehow even more attractive in the brightly colored lights. It's an easy routine really, one that mainly focuses on moving his hips and highlighting his legs: but the audience tonight seems to be easily impressed. Bills endlessly fall into the rack like water, the light noise of the metal bumping against the stage the only thing Jeremy really hears. A few catcalls and whistles from both men and women alike are in the background, but he couldn't really care less about the attention.

Jeremy wraps his legs around the cool metal, allowing his hair to brush against the floor as he hangs upside down. The bright stage lights sting his eyes slightly, but it's then when something catches his attention. His boyfriend with a customer. Which isn't that out of place, considering they're a stripper as well- but Jeremy can just tell that something is up. There's a tension in the air that goes beyond the usual performer-client interaction.

God, I hope it's not some creep. He thinks to himself as he continues the routine. Even as he twists himself into complex positions, Jeremy's eyes remain fixed on his lover and the mysterious man. He knows how difficult it can be for his boyfriend working as a trans man in this industry. Some customers don't care about his identity, but most react poorly - either throwing fits when discovering he's not a "real" man or fetishizing his transgender status. It's always a dangerous coin flip. His usual stoic expression falters just a bit at the thought, a flash of concern in his blue eyes.

The moment the music ends, Jeremy makes his way toward the VIP section, ignoring any attempts of people trying to chat him up or slip him bills. "Move," he hisses at the bodyguard at the entrance. At first the man hesitates, however upon seeing it's Jeremy, he quickly steps aside. It takes a little scanning to locate them, but when Jeremy finally sees his boyfriend, his tense shoulders relax just slightly. Then he sees the customer - a middle-aged man with an expensive suit and a predatory smile.

The man is clearly interested in his boyfriend and while Jeremy completely understands the attraction, he absolutely cannot stand seeing him run his hands over his lover like that, especially with that oddly hungry look in the customer's eyes that suggests he's thinking beyond the usual club services.