Page 18 of Dad Next Door
He nodded.
“It’s a strip club.”
His eyes bugged out, but he quickly regained his composure and pasted on a neutral face. “Oh.”
I waited for him to process that.
“And you’re a stripper?” he asked tentatively.
I nodded. “We all are.”
“And the content you make, is it also…like that?”
“You mean spicy?”
He nodded, his ears going red now.
“Yes. It’s spicy.”
“Like OnlyFans?” He dropped his voice and glanced around like he was afraid someone would overhear us.
I stifled a smile. He was taking this way better than most people I told. “That’s one of the platforms I use.”
He nodded slowly. “How long have you been doing that kind of work?”
“I’ve been doing the online stuff for about six years. I started stripping three years ago.”
“And you dance at a club in town?”
“Yup. Crimson Club.”
“I had no idea there was a male strip club here.” He grinned sardonically and lifted his beer to his lips. “Shows you how long it’s been since I went out. Do you dance there a lot?”
“Not a lot, especially compared to my friends. The club is only open on Friday and Saturday nights. Sometimes they’ll open for a Sunday or weekday event, but it’s mostly just weekends. I usually do two or three shifts a month, depending on when our boss needs me. My buddies work every weekend and have day jobs during the week. That’s why I called them my crew. All of them except Nick, the one with the colorful shirt, work in construction. They’re a crew. I’m just not their boss.”
“I’m sorry to ask so many questions. I’ve just never met anyone who does this kind of work.”
“It’s fine.” I finished off my beer. “I’m used to it.”
“The content you sell, is that just like, photos or videos?”
“Yup.” I put my bottle on the concrete floor. “It depends on the platform, but I don’t sell direct merch anymore. Just digital content.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing is obviously working. Good on you.” He toasted me with his beer. “If you got it, flaunt it, right?” He tipped the bottle back and drained what was left of it.
“Exactly. Another?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I minded.” Gathering our bottles, I went back to the fridge to get refills.
“Are you dancing tonight? Or is this one of your Fridays off?”
“It’s one of my off days.” I brought our fresh drinks over.
“Do you have plans? I mean, I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”
“No plans. My weekends are usually boring since everyone I know has to work multiple jobs. I’m lucky I get to schedule my own hours. My friends don’t have that luxury.”