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Dean was almost done getting the finger food ready. He was glad to finally get his good friend over to watch wrestling and hang out.

Dean walked into the living room with a tray of goodies and beers.

“Just in time brother, it’s starting”
Benny said reaching for the beer Dean held out to him and digging into the game food he put on the coffee table.

Dean plopped down on the couch beside Benny twisting the top off his beer taking a swig.

“You’re goin down Lafitte” Dean said getting pumped.

“You always say that Winchester, but if I recall the last three....or was it four matches? My pick laid yours out no mercy” he said with a cocky grin before dragging a chip in the buffalo dip getting a heaping scoop.

“Keeping score are we? Well that was dumb luck, if my guy loses I will just kick YOUR ass then” Dean said and they both chuckled.

They hooted, hollered, and cheered at the screen rooting their pick on like they could hear them through the TV. It was a close match, neck in neck the whole way. By the end Deans guy was the winner. He ate it up as Benny booed and waved it off. Dean got up and did a silly victory dance.

“Moves like that maybe I can get you a gig” Benny winked and laughed.

“Shut up” Dean said but did a spin and flipped Benny off.

Dean grabbed more beer and sat back down.

“So how is that top secret job of yours going anyway?” Dean asked.

“I like it pretty well. Now that I’ve been there several months I can invite friends to check it out”

Dean looked at him wide eyed.
“You mean I finally get know the name of this place and go there?”

Benny pulled his wallet from his pocket and took out a black card and handed it to Dean.

“There’s nothing on this man” he said looking at both sides.

“Just hold it for a few seconds, it needs body heat”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Benny.

“I know, I know, it wasn’t my idea brother”

Dean watched as words appeared in red across the card.

“Come live like a king at The Throne” Dean read aloud.

“You should come in brother, there’s a dancer there I think you’d fancy quite a bit actually”

“I’m sure I’ll like them all”

“Knowing you, maybe” Benny laughed.

“This is like no place you’ve ever been to, I can promise you that. You can’t compare this to a strip club or any other bar. This place still impresses me. When you decide on a night let me know and I’ll tell you where it is”

“Where do you find these connections man?” Dean said half smiling and shaking his head.

“Only the high end for me, you know that”

“I can’t say I’m not interested, so count me in. I’m beat now though. You drank a lot so you should crash here”

“You hitting on me Winchester?”

“You wish you big lug” Dean said with a slight blush going to his cheeks.

Dean and Benny have been friends since high school. There was a time back then that Dean did have a crush on Benny, they kissed once. It was at a party and they both felt funny the next day. They are more like brothers so there wasn’t a spark but they stayed best friends and that has always been right for them. They just have fun teasing now and then.

Dean cleared the coffee table throwing away the beer bottles and washed the few dishes not wanting them to sit out. Benny was already passed out when Dean walked back through. He laid a cover over him and headed down the hall to fall into his comfy bed.

***
Dean didn’t wait long before he was itching to see this intriguing club and its mysterious entertainment. The thought filled him with excitement. He let Benny know he would be coming out on Friday night with another one of their long time buddies, Jimmy Novak.

Jimmy is a lady’s man and knows how to charm his way through anything. He’s usually the life of the party and so full of energy, a great person to guarantee fun when you’re around him. The perfect fit for a guys night out.

Dean’s doorbell rang and he greeted Jimmy at the door. He was ready so they didn’t waste time heading out. Dean volunteered to drive as usual.

“Man, I was starting to think Benny was never gonna let us check this place out” Jimmy said laughing.

“I know, tell me about it” Dean said.

“Never been to a place that has both our types, this is gonna be great huh?” Jimmy nudged Deans arm.

Dean looked at him getting a wink from his ear to ear grinning friend.

“Dude, shut up. I can have a woman and a man on my arm and you still wouldn’t know my type”
Dean said giving sarcasm.

“Yea, yea, we’ll see. I wanna get laid tonight, I’m feeling lucky” Jimmy said.

“When don’t you feel lucky?” Dean joked.

They laughed and teased each other the rest of the way.

Dean pulled up to a building and followed Benny’s instructions. The area looked vacant. He rolled down the window and pressed the button on the post. They watched a large door roll open to an underground parking garage.
Dean parked and they got out going to the guarded door. Dean handed the bouncer the card Benny gave him, he stamped the inside of their wrists with a tiny red crown.

Inside they spot Benny at the bar, he waves as they walk over.

“Hey fellas, you’re here” Benny says.

“Wow” Dean says as he looks around.

The place is unlike anything he’s been to. The inside is designed like a castle, lighting is multiple black chandeliers, the seating is fancy leather chairs and love seats around. Then in the center of it all is a stage with very elegant throne style seating, several rows with each row a step down so view is never an issue.

Benny mixes them each a drink.

“First one is on the house. You guys go pick a spot, the fun’s about to start” Benny says.

“Thanks man!” They yell and Jimmy excitedly leads the way to a couple seats in the front row by the stage.

“This place is unreal, seriously” Jimmy says.

“Hell yea, I was not expecting this but it’s awesome” Dean says then sips his drink.

A voice comes over a speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals, welcome! Just a couple rules to remind you of before we start. Absolutely no touching the gorgeous dancers, you will want to but, HANDS OFF! If you want a more personal show, get a private dance and your favorite dancer can touch you! Now enough chatter, enjoy!”

Dean and Jimmy look at each other with little smirks.

This place is high end, not a straight/gay/drag specific place. It’s got the most beautiful men and women. Each performance is made to accentuate the individuals traits, wether that be the masculinity a man projects or a woman projects. Or If the feminine side favors the sex more, then that’s the trait the person amplifies, no matter a man or a woman. Since each performer is so enticing, both men and women enjoy them for each unique beauty they are.

With each sexy woman Jimmy says the present one is his favorite, he loves them all. They are having a total blast and enjoying every second. A few hours in, Dean doesn’t think there’s any topping the acts they’ve watched, until......

“Prepare yourselves for this next one people. He’s our real life Ken doll but tall, dark, and HOT”

The stage is dark. When the music starts a spotlight shines on a very stunning man. Wow, yes, very tall. His head is turned to the side and tilted so his hair is hiding his face. He is shirtless showing off his sculpted body, my god those muscles. He is wearing a black garter belt lined with lace, the straps go over the shiny silk panties connecting to the long, long stockings on his strong, sexy legs. To top his look off, he is wearing high heels giving him even more height to his tall stature.

If Dean was standing he would have been knocked off his feet.

With a flip of his head his hair whipped back revealing his face.
Dean can’t look away, he’s so beautiful and sexy, oh wow he has dimples when he smiles. He moves without effort, so smooth.
The way he can twist and bend is a show of its own, his hips are magic and Dean couldn’t help thinking he wants those long legs wrapped around him. The dance seemed to go by too fast, Dean wanted more. For a minute he forgot he was in a place full of people until he finally heard Jimmy saying something bringing him back to focus.

“Earth to Dean” Jimmy said snapping his fingers.
Dean pushed his hand out of his face.

“Did that pretty boy hypnotize you? Here, I got us shots” Jimmy said sliding one over.

“Didn’t even know you left dude, let’s do these” Dean said raising his shot to clink to Jimmys. They downed them and enjoyed the smooth heating sensation.

“I’m not even gonna ask, let’s go get a private dance” Dean said and Jimmy nodded his cocky grin since he was already thinking it.

Dean was lead to a room in the back. The lighting was dim and there was a single chair in the middle of it, he noticed it was covered in red velvet when he sat down.
“Ken will be in to see you in just a moment” the host said leaving him alone to wait in the room.

He hears someone enter, then the sound of heels walking. Sexy music plays, Sweet Dreams (are made of this). The man comes in from behind and slides elegantly on Deans lap straddling him resting his forearms on his shoulders.

Dean swallows nervously with him being this close and literally on him. His pulse speeds up.

“Ken” languidly sways his head back hanging from his beautiful long neck line, he bends backward low, balancing himself on the custom attached handles of the chair legs, arching his back giving an insane view of his sculpted stomach muscles and sinful rib cage. His moves are made to keep the eyes locked on how he smoothly dips and grinds. Dean wanted to rub a hand down his whole front but he refrained, kept his hands steady at his sides even though he could feel strong thighs moving and those soft tights gliding.

The sexy man sat up whipping his hair to fall perfectly forward with a strategic lock flowing over one eye. He tossed a thin silky sash around the back of Deans neck and playfully pulled at it like his hands were climbing a rope bringing himself closer. He got his lips as close to Deans without touching and held long enough for Dean to be flooded with longing for those lips. He moved back before Dean lost his impulse control letting the sash fall draping over Dean’s chest. That’s when his eyes finally met Deans. There was a noticeable pause from the beautiful man at the eye contact. Dean was lost in his hazel colored sight. The connection broke when Dean laid his open palm on the lace lining at the top of his thigh, he blinked and swatted Deans hand for touching him. Dean whispered “sorry” and the sexiest half smile curved the corner of his mouth as he slowly shook his head and waved a naughty finger at Dean acknowledging the no touch rule. But then he took both Deans hands and placed them on each of his thighs with his own hands over them holding them there. He leaned in and said, “I won’t tell if you don’t” then he put his finger to his lips making a very quiet shhh sound.

With his hips he began grinding on Deans lap, slowly, his whole torso rolling in a wavy motion. The friction is just right and watching his gorgeous body moving that way was sending signals in places Dean won’t be able to hide for long. But this man knows what he’s doing, he raises himself up and swiftly puts his heeled shoe on the edge of the chair right between Dean’s legs, he gracefully kicks off spinning to have his back towards Dean. With a wide stance he wiggles his ass and legs in short swift motions, he looks over his shoulder seductively and puckers his lips at him. Then just like that he was swinging his body in the hanging ropes in the room. He twisted in them perfectly as he allowed a leg to dangle with the other bent at the knee holding onto the rope. His head was hanging upside down with his hair swaying with the slow spinning he was guiding to show every angle of his curving and extending body. He’s so limber and bendy. He was able to swing above the chair putting his face near Dean’s.
“Next time you can ask for my real name”
He ran a hand down Dean’s cheek then his fingers ever so lightly across his lips, then kissed his own fingers giving him a wink.

In a flash he maneuvered down to his feet and out the door. Dean was sitting there taken aback and already starting to replay each moment in his mind. He slowly stood and walked out of the room. The crowd had died down and he saw Jimmy making out with a woman in one of the love seats. He walked close enough for Jimmy to hear him clear his throat. He waved him on giving Dean the signal he’d be leaving with the chick instead.

Dean made his way outside and walked to his parked Impala. He smiled and got inside. He revved her up checking the mirror to back up then noticed the memento around his neck. He looked down and saw the black sash was still hanging down his chest. He lifted it and ran it’s soft fabric through his hands.

He was hooked and he knew it.