Okay, so this is BRIAN'S POV now. Also, this is VERY AU and the characters have different backgrounds. B's behavior is also asshole-ish, so, you've been warned! lol. Brian’s POV Well, would you look at that. Little Taylor, just flying around that pole. He may not have much of a body, but what he does have is hot – the disheveled blonde hair, intense blue eyes and bubble butt ass. He jumps onto the pole, spinning around with ease, legs twisting around for allure. The men go wild – yelling, screaming, throwing cash on stage. “C’mon sweetheart let’s see you take it all off!” An elderly, fat bald man hollers. His suggestion riles the crowd up more, and they roar as Justin’s briefs reveal his ass and cock. I shake my head. The kid needs to learn – if you give them everything, they are going to take and not give anything back. It’s better to tempt them, make them throw so much fucking cash on stage just so they can see a little bit more. God, I am actually cringing, he looks like such a slut. I’ll bet you he whores himself out to some of these “older gentlemen.” THAT, if I can prove it to Mosqueda – my boss – would get him fired in an instant. Genius. No more Taylor, little fucking Justin Taylor, would make my life so much easier. I gaze on as he snabs one more bill from a man’s hand with his mouth and the lights go dark. I know where he is going to exit, so I purposefully use my body to block his path as he comes running through. Not making a sound, he stumbles into me and I hear a scared yelp. “Brian!” He growls, “Move your fucking ugly ass out of my way!” “Whhhy?” I’m not whining, but I’m putting on that “I don’t care and this is so boring” monotone voice. “Time for you to whore yourself out already? Going to spread those pretty legs of yours for some old men, SUNSHINE?” Sunshine, that’s his stage name. He shoots back with bitterness and anger, “I am NOT a prostitute! I might take my clothes off and shake my ass in some forty year old guys face but I have never EVER done favors or fucked ANYBODY from this club,” His voice is steady and bold despite the tears I can hear building. Ah, I think I’ve found a sensitive spot that can be burned a little more. “I really have to say sunshine, you are a terrible liar. Do your mommy and daddy know their son is out here selling himself? Or did THEY put you up to it?” Oh yes, here it comes. His breathe is ragged and I know I’m going to get a rant. “Fuck you Brian, FUCK YOU. My mother is a crack head who ran off four months ago. She would rather get high than be my mother. I have no idea where the fuck she is and I’ve never met my father. I’ve been on my own most of my life. Can you tell me how it feels to be five years old and have your mother miss your birthday because she’s too busy getting high? Can you tell me what it feels like to have everything in your home of value be sold because your mother wants to buy crack? Or heroine? Or whatever drug of the month she is on. Can you tell me what if feels like to sleep on a cold hardwood floor in the middle of winter in Pittsburgh with no heat in your cockroach, mice infested apartment? NO YOU CANNOT BRAIN! Just like I can’t tell you what its like to get spoiled with lavish Christmas gifts from Santa every year or what its like to go on vacation and stay in a nice hotel. I’ve never seen the beach, I’ve never seen the sun set or rise. I don’t know what its like to kiss my mother goodnight or have a family dinner….so FUCK YOU BRIAN KINNEY! You know NOTHING about me!” Well then. He slams me, back into the wall, as he races back to the dressing rooms. On stage the lights turn on and it’s time for me to perform. Lights, camera, action. Or in this case, just action. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I really like reviews!!! They keep me updating. Although this won’t be updated for another 14 days, because I’ll be gone. Anyways, next update is Justin’s POV.