"I'll do it." Blaine announced, before Avalon even opened her mouth.

Her eyes widened, a happy grin appearing on her face.

"How'd you know what I was going to say?"

Blaine shrugged. "I thought it over…and yeah. I'll do it."

"Oh, thank you so much Bambi. You're brilliant." She wrapped him in a firm hug, void of all emotion, before spinning and sauntering away.

Blaine gave a little sigh. He just practically sold his life away in two sentences. But he would be on Broadway. That's what he had to focus on. Broadway.

"So, you're a whore." Snaps grinned from behind him.

"Please don't call me that." Blaine sighed resignedly, pulling his shirt off.

"Sorry whore." Snaps laughed, shucking off his pants and pulling on the boxers.

Blaine sighed and let it go, pulling on his mini shorts and hooking the suspenders onto them.

"Kandy…" he tiptoed up to the girl who was trying to adjust her boobs in the mirror.

"Yeah Bambi?" she jiggled them slightly, jumping up and down to see if they'd hold.

"Could you hook my bow-tie please?"

"You serving up first?" she spun around, shaking her chest a bit as she hooked Blaine's bow-tie up at the back.

He nodded. "Serving 'till eight, stretching until eight-thirty, dancing 'till eleven, then serving for the rest of the night."

She grinned, before turning around. "You're on whore shift?"

Blaine frowned. "What?"

"They give you less dancing so you can pick someone up. Any time after eleven, you can go home with someone."

Blaine froze, as he realized he had no idea what the hell he was doing.

"Can you pull these straps? I think my boobs are shrinking."

Blaine complied, still a little shell-shocked.

"You okay Bambi?"

"What am I doing?" he asked, shaking his head and collapsing on a nearby chair.

"Hmm?" she was jiggling again.

"I don't…how do I do this…tonight. What do I say?"

Cinnamon snorted from somewhere behind them. "Bambi, you don't have to be nervous. If you're lucky, someone will approach you."

"Look, the simplest way to explain it, is straddle some foxy young man until he invites you to go home with you." Kandy offered. "Don't be too cheap, don't ever go to their actual house – motels are a must. Split the motel cost – you'll be able to get dressed before going home with him, so carry some money, but not too much, because I've been robbed before."

Blaine was trying to take it all in, nodding and absorbing the instructions.

"How much do I…charge?"

"Depends on what you do." Snaps said, butting in. "The whole package – sex, blowjobs, handjobs etcetera is at least three hundred – five-hundred if you agree to cuddling…or go to round two. Blowjobs and Rimming on their own – a hundred and fifty, hand jobs – you can get away with fifty. If it's good, up the price. If it sucks, lower it."

Blaine was wide-eyed, but nodded.

The three of them laughed at him, before giving him a solid pat on the back.

"Whatever you feel comfortable charging." Cinnamon summed it up.

"I don't feel comfortable charging anything…" he mumbled mostly to himself, and the others had the decency to ignore him.

"My children!" Avalon appeared in the doorway. "You have ten minutes to get your asses out there. Servers, I want you out there in five. Good luck tonight, make us proud."

Blaine sighed and pulled on his white socks – they came halfway up his calves – and his black shoes before grabbing his notebook and pen and following Kandy into the main lounge of the club.

It was mainly empty – only the bar-staff were there, and some of the dancers were being hoisted into their cages.

Ten minutes, and the first fifty patrons would be let in, from where they lined up on the streets of New York.

Ten minutes, and Blaine would be on display for any man looking for a lay.

He took a deep breath, his eyes on the clock.

Eight minutes.

"Relax Bambi!" Kandy called from where she was perched on a table.

Blaine leant on his toes. He fidgeted nervously.

Five minutes.

The other dancers filed onto the stage. Blaine spotted Thumper and Snaps in the dim light, grinding against each other as the music started, blaring through Blaine's mind.

Three minutes.

"Dance Bambi!" Cinnamon called from the stage, and he forced himself to loosen up.

He had to be calm.

One minute.

Finally, the lights dimmed and men and woman filled the room. Blaine swallowed hard, dancing over to tables that had already been filled, asking them what they'd like.

An hour and a half in, Blaine noticed a man sitting by himself at a table.

"Evening." Blaine said softly, quirking his eyebrows as he shook his hips in front of the man.

"Evening." His eyes raked Blaine's body and he hummed appreciatively.

"Interested on anything on the menu?" Blaine asked, tapping his notebook as he danced around the table.

"That depends…are you on the menu?" he drawled, and Blaine danced a little closer.

"That depends." Blaine grinned. "How long are you willing to wait for me?"

The man glanced at his watch. "When do you get off?" A cold pit of panic dropped in Blaine's stomach. He was really doing this.

"Eleven." Blaine answered, and the man sighed.

"Sorry kiddo, not tonight." Blaine nodded slightly, and a wave of relief washed over him. "I'll get a tequila and tonic though."

Blaine nodded and took his money, collecting a few more drink orders before heading to the bar. He returned a few minutes later, giving out the drinks and flashing a charming grin at the man from earlier, subtly grinding against him.

"Bambi!" Cinnamon called from across the club. "Get stretching!"

Blaine glanced at the time – it was later than he thought – and hurried backstage.

"Whore!" Snaps greeted him warmly. "Snatched anyone up yet?"

"Almost." Blaine said softly.

"Almost?" Snaps questioned, stretching lazily and raising an eyebrow at Blaine. Blaine shrugged, pulling his leg up onto the barre and touching the floor, grasping his ankle and pulling his body flush against his leg.

"He wasn't willing to wait." Blaine shrugged, trying to sound offhand.

"Hey, don't force it." Cinnamon said gently. "Just wait, someone will come to you." she told him, trying to be comforting.

Blaine shrugged again, swapping legs and repeating the stretch.

"Bambi!" Avalon hurried through the door. "Why aren't you in costume? Hurry up! You've five minutes."

Blaine grinned, turning to his costume rack, and pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, letting them hang loose. He ran his fingers quickly through his hair, loosening the gel and grabbing his top hat. Luckily, his costume tonight was easy.

He hurried out the door, passing Thumper. Snaps stared at Blaine as he left, a hard frown on his face.

"Stop staring." Thumper hissed, and Snaps met his gaze. "He's a whore now, and he doesn't love you anyway. Get over this... infatuation you have with him."

"Like you can talk." Snaps spat. "You and Cinnamon?"

"Like I said, don't fall in love with a whore." He muttered with a sigh. "We don't have emotions anymore, Snaps…we let other people rent our bodies for a night, and we let them believe that we actually care. You can't tell me you've fallen in love with every person you've slept with?"

Snaps sighed and Thumper nodded triumphantly.

"Bambi's not like that though." Snaps said softly, mimicking Blaine's exercise.

"After tonight he will be." Thumper muttered. "This was the life you chose…don't pretend it's anything different."

"He should at least be a little grateful." Snaps hissed.

"Why? Because you stood behind him and taught him how to shake his ass, while he just blushed and couldn't hold your gaze? You took advantage of him."

"I didn't touch him. Besides, how would you know?"

"Kandy told me." Thumper growled. "She was there – she watched him fall apart under your gaze."

"Fuck off Thumper. You're a whore, not a psychologist."

"Weren't you the one who brought prostitution into the conversation anyway?" Thumper pressed.

"Avalon was going to suggest it anyway."

"And yet you're pissed at him for making a choice you made for him anyway?" Thumper looked a little confused – something didn't come out right – but he kept his eyes locked with Snaps.

With a frustrated growl, Snaps walked away from him.

^.^

Blaine started by grinding behind one of the dancers – one he didn't know too well. They were onstage, grinding and bumping hips, until Blaine deemed it appropriate to move.

He launched himself at a pole, and it became his best friend for a while, before he got bored and decided to move on.

The music was quieter now – his cue to move around the room while the next wave of dancers came on. So he descended the stairs and glided around the room, shaking his hips and grinding up against random tables.

Finally, he spotted his next victims.

It was a group of four men, sitting around a table. They seemed friendly – drinking, laughing – but Blaine was entranced by the pure beauty of one of them.

He was gay – that was far too obvious – and he had gorgeous eyes. They sparkled blue, green…glass? Blaine couldn't tell – but they were gleaming and Blaine immediately was drawn to this man in particular. His chestnut brown hair was perfectly coiffed, and he wore a stylish dark red button-up shirt with tight black skinny jeans.

With a surge of confidence, Blaine swaggered up to them, planting himself on the table and shamelessly draping his legs over this man's legs.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself." He said, his eyes sparkling as he looked Blaine up and down.

There were surprised snickers from the other three, and the man glanced over at them with a small smile.

"Anything I can do for you guys tonight?" Blaine asked, leaning back suggestively.

One of the other three raised his eyebrows, before pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

"You can, actually."

Blaine smirked, raising an eyebrow.

He pressed a fifty into Blaine's hand. "You can give my friend here a lap dance."

Blaine grinned as the man he had his legs over raised his eyebrows. That was easy - he knew how to do that. He tucked the fifty into the waistband of his shorts, nodding.

"Your wish is my command…" he said softly, sliding off the table to straddle his lap.

The other three men left and Blaine smirked, gently grinding against the other man.

"So what's your name, gorgeous?" Blaine whispered huskily into his ear.

"Kurt."

"Kurt…" Blaine let it roll off his tongue, rolling the 'r' slightly. He sat up a bit, before grinding back down and making Kurt moan.

"Yours?"

"You can call me Bambi." Blaine smirked, his hands resting gently on Kurt's shoulders, using him for leverage as he pressed against the other mans' body. At Kurt's look, Blaine explained. "It's a stage name."

Kurt nodded slightly, his hands gently resting on Blaine's waist.

"You're beautiful." Kurt whispered all of a sudden, and Blaine frowned as he applied more pressure to Kurt's lap. "How'd you end up in a place like this?"

Blaine was stunned. "Pardon?"

Kurt shook his head. "Nothing. Are you…are you free tonight?"

Blaine faltered before replying.

"From 11." Blaine told him, a fake smile on his lips as he rolled his hips to the music. At Kurt's questioning look he explained. "I finish at 11. I have to dance again before then... Are you willing to wait?"

Kurt smiled slowly, nodding as he pushed Blaine back, forcing him off of his lap.

"Yeah."

Blaine nodded awkwardly. "Do you…do you want the fifty back? I didn't exactly get to…"

"No…keep it." He grinned, and Blaine nodded slightly. "I'll be here at eleven."

Blaine just nodded again, his nerves getting the better of him. Kurt just smiled at him, and he gave him a wavered little grin before turning around and heading back to the stage. He took to the pole again – at least he could lock his gaze with it.

The whole time, he could feel Kurt's eyes on him.