Friday night. While most of his classmates were probably out partying or drinking, Friday was a very important day for Taylor to win some good money. The chatter of his coworkers in the strip club was his background music while he finished applying his makeup and fixing his outfit. One of the girls came to help him tie up his see-through black bikini top and another joked that his thong barely held back his dick. That's kind of what the clients liked of him anyway. Putting on his gloves, stockings, and heels, Taylor was ready for his job.

As he sauntered out, the men began whistling, a group of women that came to see him frequently and always asked for a private show were the ones that received a smile of him while he looked with disgust at the men. They loved it, some really loved him showing disdain. Recently the club had mixed clients thanks to him and it started a trend of androgynous guys stripping. An odd thing to be proud about.

Once the music began, he moved gracefully yet sensually on the pole, his skill unique. He accepted the dollar bills being put in his stockings and thong, the tips always being generous. Masterfully, he slapped away the hand of anyone that got too touchy, he didn't sleep with clients after all.

He twirled around the pole, his body pressed to it and his eyes looking at everyone watching him. His cold face was perfect, but then it faltered. In the crowd of people coming in, he recognized a face from college. Worst, they noticed him. It's not that he was ashamed, but he wasn't sure if he would get in trouble in college for stripping.

He tried to finish his number and ignored them, but once he was done, he hurried offstage and walked over.

"Hey..." Taylor said, approaching while ignoring the other clients and trying to play it cool, "What? Never saw a guy in a thong?"