Sep 10, 2014
cuthimout replied to your post:Jackson’s getting his dance on.
Ethan is judging hardcore from a distance.
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cuthimout replied to your post:Jackson’s getting his dance on.
Ethan is judging hardcore from a distance.
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Another day, another night of work. There were still nights where he wondered how he'd ended up here, and others, when he let his cocky side take over and he enjoyed work way more than he should. As it was, tonight was a good night. Music was flowing, the beat making its way backstage as he prepped for his routine. As far as jobs went, the hours were great, the pay, well, he got to keep his tips and that was usually more than enough to keep him going from day to day. He pulled on the last pieces of his uniform and waited for his cue. One last deep breath, and then Jackson was gone, and in his place stood the dancer. As much as he'd hated his stage name, it was something he'd gotten used to. "Aaannnnddd next up, we have our headliner, and if you know him, then please give a warm welcome and listen to our fan favorite, Ben Dover!" That was his cue, and he made his way onto the stage, twisting and dancing to the beat. Teasing the audience with hints of skin here and there, finally slowly unbuttoning the uniform shirt and slipping it off. He made his way towards the front of the stage, rolling his hips to the beat and playing with the buckle on his belt. He was about to start playfully removing it when a familiar scent registered, momentarily startling him as he looked up to see who it was.
i have that stripper!jackson fic still.