He did not like it but it was work, and no matter how much he wanted his boss assured him he would have to work at least one Saturday of the month. Galvin held some small hope that his lunch comments to the elder Garagin, ruined any illusion that he was Nell. He smoothed his fingers over the red pencil skirt tucking a pencil inside the bun. The undergarments were the worse part to get used to, the delicate trappings of a woman made him itch and was often too tight. His sporadic thrusting movements usually ruined the garments. He growled leaving from behind the back stage. By now he was also used to the shiny red pumps. He paced his way across the room against wolf whistles and cat calls to the bar. He'd serve drinks to the booths until he found some one that wanted to pay for a dance.

he was a little irked when earlier in the week pyce let him know that he would be working and he would have to wait an extra day. only the promise of a surprise kept him from strong-arming the other. he sulked, at least he had found something to do on short notice, even if it was just loitering at a strip bar and eating barbecued meats

One of the 'girls' rushed pass Galvin urging him to take over her section of the club. 'She' had gotten a request for a private dance. He was left with an order of wine coolers and wings. He walked over to the table ceremoniously putting the food down. "I am sorry but your Maid had to go clean up some one elses pants." He felt little need for tact among the customers most of them "Is there anything else, you need an education on?" He said pulling his pen from a breast pocket and clicking it. "Or more food?"

looking up his face blossomed into one of joy. "well fuck me sideways i did not know you were a school-marm on the side, no wonder you didn't want me to know, you kinky bastard"

"You fucker!" He said reeling in his shock. Quickly he glanced around the room making sure there were no eyes on him. He reached over the table grabbing Ambrosia by the fabric of his shirt. "What are you doing here?" He spoke in a hushed frantic whisper. "I swear if you followed me, and if you get me fired again I will kill you."

he grinned at the words. "no, just lucky as hell, even fate says you belong to me." following his words with a wink he fished out a crumpled bill, he did not bother to see what it was. "now teach me a lesson teacher"

The shame was written on his face but well hidden by strobe lights. He growled and ripped the money from Ambrosia's fingers, before fully crawling on the table between them on his hands and knees. “My name is Ms Pizzle, I can teach you how to dance...” His fingers released his clothing a little. “ or I could teach the importance of friction?”

the sight coupled with pyce's anger and shame pleased and aroused him all at once, leaning back he let himself get comfortable. "i did poorly in science miss pizzle, let's go with the second one"

"You bastard." He growled twisting his legs around as much as the skirt would allow. He plopped off the table and on to Ambrosias lap. "Pay attention, I will only give you this lesson once and if you fail you will have to pay for private tutoring." His body moved in a fluid like motion settling in the crevice between Ambrosias legs. "Friction... is the force resisting the relative motion of surfaces sliding against each other. There are several types of friction." He said while one hand abrasively moved along Ambrosia's inner thigh. Galvins hips bucked and moved in a circular motion around the lump he sat on. "For example..." He lowered himself for a dip running his rump along the seam in the middle of the pants. "Dry friction..." He twisted so he could see the others face. Using one of his hands he brought the pale chin forward and licked along the surface of his neck he could reach. "... lubricated fiction... and if you want to learn more I suggest you fork over another greenback."

he barked a laugh as pyce tried to coerce more money from him like a coin-operated automaton. "either your boss is whoring on the side or you are going for the gold, didn't you know there is no sex in the champagne room?" this time he reached for his card. "just tell me where to stick it miss"

There was no well deep enough to fill with the shame he felt. His fingers curled into Ambrosia's legs hard enough to pierce the fabric of his slacks with half moons. Galvin's libido fought with his pride, ultimately the later won out as he stuck the platinum shackle into his breast pocket. It was always a dance on the edge he noticed, as his mind went back to the dinner shared at the sea food restaurant. Galvin led the other to the private rooms, not to particular about the room he was selecting. For a long time he left the other inside as his boss ran the card. He was sure to give the other the rest of his night. Locking the door behind him, he walked back into the room tossed the card at the Garagin lounging on the couch. “You have a private lesson until 4 am, in which the club closes.” As he walked he gave a small sultry walk towards the other, shoving the other down on to the plush seating. Galvin loomed over the other letting his teeth pull the hem of Ambrosia's shirt from the confides of his belt. The flesh beneath it was cooling to the couch. Kisses turned to nibbles, nibbles into lavished suckling and suckling into wild beast like groping as the pencil skirt was hitched up and the belt that held Ambrosia's pants was discarded. He let out his shame, taking it out in teeth marks and thrust.

violence suited pyce tonight as lithe joints snapped crisply in the man's anger. he would have liked to have done this in the other room and he was certain pyce over-charged by far but all things considered he was making out fine. with a grin he gripped a silk-clad thigh. "you know you still owe me tomorrow, tonight i am paying you, tonight you are not my lover but a beautiful whore in a dress."

Galvin swelled with anger making his hips move in a furious frenzy “No.” He growled “You should watch your mouth.” smacking away the hand as his fingers curled inwards. He punched the other in the solar plexus. Like a snake he waited for his chance to strike, and as Ambrosia gasped for air he kissed him capturing his tongue between his teeth he biting it.

it was a nasty trick and he could taste a hint of copper as pyce gnawed on his tongue for a long moment before letting go. "ha-you cheater!" he grunted softly from pyce's efforts, "ha-though, i still, i still want my, ha- lesson"

After the second time he finally grew tired enough to simply crawl between the others legs and rest on his stomach. He listened to the heavy beating heart beneath him satisfied and sedated. They still had a few hours before Galvin was to be summoned for cleaning. "I hope you learned something. You didn't earn any extra credit."

he grinned down at the tired man. "i learned you look damn sexy fucking me in a skirt.... actually though, you should rest since that was good enough for a start and i fully intend on doing this again tomorrow at your place"