When I was little and growing up I always wanted to be famous. I just never thought I’d get famous this way. I never thought I’d be famous for working a pole, for moving my not too slim body up and down a metal pole. Every night I watch desperate men and women come into this hell hole and they stick money in my underwear.
I used to wonder how it came to this me being stuck here with no way out. Well after one long night off of reflection I figured it out. See I started this just for a little money during college. Huh, college there’s where all my problems started. Drinking, drugs it all became part of the routine in college. Then I got behind on payments to the dealer’s and had to drop out of college and start here full time to pay off the debt.
Then when I was done with drinking and drugs I was caught in another dangerous circle of pole dancing. I remember one night I had a private party those would bring in big bucks. I sauntered into one of the back rooms, as I entered I was caught dead in my high heeled tracks as I came face to face with my employer for the night. Frankie Iero. He was famous everyone new him singer, guitarist, and heart throb. He looked up at me and I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye as my breath hitched. Everyone knew he was gay, sent every gay guy’s heart a flutter and made every girl cry.
After regaining my composure I casually walked up to him swinging my hips a little more than necessary and informed him I’d be the entertainment for the night. That spark caught fire as I sat on his lap and moved my hips in a way no man should be able to. Of course I had to entertain his entourage as well that was not quite as fun. I spent most of the night on Frankie’s as it looked like he was paying. It was at the end of the night after being paid generously that I regrettably wandered away.
I made my way back to the dressing rooms. Just as I started to peal off my vintage flapper’s dress and heels I heard a quick knock on the door. After slipping on a pair of my tight jeans and a tight shirt I answered the door. A rather childish and shy looking Frank Iero stood in my presence and I could do nothing but move to the side when he asked permission to enter. He was looking anywhere but myself when he asked my name. Smiling I informed him I was Gerard Way. I barely noticed him whisper it to himself and then smile at the floor.
Suddenly lips were on mine and I was pressed between a door and a hard place (if you don’t mind the pun). Finally after dwindling air we pulled away only so I could be pushed onto my couch and stripped of my clothing. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, Frank Iero wanted me! After a painful preparing Frank slowly pushed into me with more care then I thought I deserved. After the pain subsided into pleasure and his thrusts got harder, I was muffling my screams with the pillow to my couch. Panting hard Frankie came into me.
My own hard on still raging Frankie worked his way slowly down my body with kisses until he took me into his glorious mouth. He took my hands twisted them in his hair and told me to fuck his mouth. After a couple minutes of me staring dumbfounded I rocked my hips until my body exploded into his mouth. Oh, the glory of that mouth. Exhausted and drained we drifted off into sleep in each other’s arms.
I awoke to the blinding sunlight blazing my eyes. I rolled over trying to find the body I had fallen asleep with but of course it was gone. How could I think that he honestly cared, that he would ever remember my name? After spending my miserable day at home pigging out and watching TV, I headed back to work at the club.
Another private party just what I needed. I did my best to swing my hips and move like no man should but I just couldn’t. I was early for the party so I sat in my cocktail dress all made up feeling like my prom date ditched me. I’d heard no one enter when a voice I shouldn’t recognize whispered, “So I was thinking, since I put out on the first date, you should probably agree to dinner.” I lifted my head to see his glorious face just inches from mine, and as our lips, I could feel that spark that was in his eyes. Two years later, I still work a pole but this, well this one feels better. And the ring around my finger makes me feel like I do deserve that much care and love. Life on the road with my rock star well its just perfect.
yes i couldn't resist another song based title
and also dedicated to the_mourning cause i owed her a present