It had been another eventful night at Jade; a crowd fit to exceed the occupancy limit, the alcohol had been flowing excessively, and the crowd was growing bold with their liquid courage. Some of them (a few women naturally, and even a man) had tried to "help" him out of his clothes before he slipped away. This was, of course, his favorite part of being a stripper.
While most did it to put themselves through college, support a child, or as a means to an end, Diego enjoyed it. He wasn't shy so being naked in front of strangers was nothing more than a boost to his ego knowing he was the star of people's fantasies. He could create his own routines as provocative as he liked and made a killing using his skills in ballroom, break, ballet, and freestyle dancing to entertain his audience. But his favorite aspect was that folks weren't required to sit back and just admire him in a stuffy theater, they got involved. It was the small element of unpredictability that really made his switch from professional dance instructor to exotic dancer so much fun.
He'd made a new playlist for his new routine today, the music specially chosen and the stage modified to allow him to incorporate aerial acrobatics with long silk curtains and a spinning pole that let him swing over the stage instead of working a solitary immobile pole. Of course there were one of those too and catwalks that extended out over the tables, but if he wasn't going to limit himself to simple air humping and typical male gyrating, like hell was he going to limit himself to one stationary work space.
He had finished the last song in the catwalks over the stage with just his dance belt on right at last call. While the lights illuminated the bar where the crowd clamored for their final drinks, he was preparing himself with the curtains for his finale. Waiting for his cue to resume he let his gaze wander the crowd, flicking his black streaked ginger hair from his eyes.