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dream walked into the club, immediately greeted with the smell of of alcohol. his smiled when he saw his business partner, george, sitting at a table across from the new dealers in town. george had a dark blue suit and tie with a white button up under the jacket, white glasses placed nicely on top of his head. dream, himself had a white suit with a black button up under. he wore his classic mask that had a crack in the top left corner, barely showing the side of his forehead. he sat down right next to george and heard him let out a relieved sigh.
“you’re gonna have to get used to seeing these guys if you wanna stick by my side george.” he said, earning a chuckle from one of the men in front of him.
the man that laughed went by the name, ‘Quackity.’ he obviously really liked his name if he even named his business, ‘QuackityHQ.’ his assistant, Lizzy, didn’t seem to mind, they go way back to when quackity was an influencer. after quackity gave up being a streamer, he joined his business partner who was sitting next to him. technoblade, they grew an empire together and started companies of all sorts of illegal things.
“maybe stop eyeing the pink haired guy too. you’re making it pretty obvious.” dream whispered in george’s ear. george’s face flushed a deep red.
“shut the hell up, dont you have business to do?” george whispered back, giving the teo tall men in front of him an apologetic smile.
dream shook his head and threw out some papers on the table. one thing that their businesses had in common was drug dealing, selling illegal substances along the globe, making millions of dollars, dream was the best at it all. people even tried to scam him into making him do all the work while they collected the money. they were at their own warehouse, counting the money they stole from him when dream put a bullet between their eyes. he didnt even bother to clean up the bodies, just left them their for their own employees to find them lifeless on the ground.
dream, techno, and quackity all discussed their ideas while george just sat there and took notes. that was until an announcement came ringing through their ears.
“ladies, gentlemen, and everything between, get ready for our most popular star,
sapnap!”
the crowd went wild as they went to their reserved seats, dream got up from his seat and dusted off his suit.
“you guys coming to watch the show?”
“nah, i’d rather stay here and get to know this little guy for a bit longer,” technoblade said smirking in george’s direction, “you guys go ahead.”
“how about you alex?”
“i think i’ll stay here too.” he said smiling at dream.
dream smirked at george’s fidgeting hands and flushed face. oh what george was gonna get tonight.
“okay then, dont cause too much trouble for my boy.”
dream walked towards the crowd, earning gasps and giggles from women in the crowd. the same women with a neglected kid, a criminal husband that thinks his business is too important for his family, and too many hookups to count to, “escape from reality.” the women who cheated on their husbands always had a reason, it was wrong, but dream didnt mind. he swung more to the male side anyways.
when he got his seat up front, he took off his mask, he couldn’t bare wearing that thing any longer in this club. it was hot and sweaty from all dancing and the body heat traveling throughout the night.
the dancer walked onto stage and posed on the pole. he had silky black hair that had almost a mullet looking style, well kept but very long. he had a white cropped tank top with a panda on the front, that went well with his feminine shaped shoulders. he had a black mini skirt that formed his hips and ass perfectly, matched with some black thigh highs. he started dancing on the pole, doing tricks like no other. he grinded his front on the pole, making eye contact with dream, sending him a smirk before biting his lip and winking. the tips of dream’s ears went red before he cleared his throat to gain back his composure. he felt his pants grow a little tighter when sapnap ran his hands over his body, sliding up his skirt a bit. something about this boy had dream in a trance that he never wanted to escape from. the eye contact made his face go hot, the outfit made his pants tight, nobody’s made him feel this way since his ex, sam. she wasn’t even on his mind right now, what was on his mind was the private show that he knows he’ll be requesting after this. the song ended and it was time for sapnap to get off stage, boots clacking against the floor as he made his way backstage. as he walked off the crowd roared and cheered for his appearance, some guys were talking about the way his body moved, women talking about what a whore he was. all of the comments made dream’s blood boil, but then he questioned himself. why was he getting angry over someone that’s not even his? he didn’t even know this so-called “sapnap” existed before tonight, why was he so upset? all questions to be answered later. what his next mission was to wrap up this deal so he can get a feel of what the boy felt like.