Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? C'est soir.

Out of one of the doors came a girl with dark brown hair wearing a pink bra and a tiny hot pink skirt. She was wearing a pair of heels so high that I wasn't sure how she was standing. Her voice was gorgeous, a bit gritty, which suited her well. "Santana" Puck whispered in my ear, "One of the few girls you'll see on that stage tonight."

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge, strutting her stuff on the street.

A blonde girl in an outfit that matched Santana's except for the fact that she was dressed in lime green came out of another door. She smirked out at the crowd, dipping low and swinging her hair around, receiving cheers and catcalls from the men. "This one's Brittany" Sam told me. "She's the best dancer I've seen pretty much ever."

She said hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?

Another blonde girl, but with shorter hair, entered the dance floor through the middle door, dressed in a black bra and skirt, along with thigh high leather boots. She walked on the dance floor as if she owned the entire place. "Quinn" Sam said in my ear. "She's the ringleader of the trio; they call them the Unholy Trinity."

Gitchy gitchy ya ya da da. Gitchy gitchy ya ya here. Mocha choca latta ya ya, creole Lady Marmalade. Voulez-vouscoucher avec moi, se soir? Voulez-vouscocher avec moi?

The three girls advanced on the floor, harmonies running amok into the crowd as Sue Sylvester walked out behind them, dressed in a red suit and holding a black riding crop. The three girls danced towards the poles in the middle of the stage, swinging themselves around them as the Dirty Dolls and other dancers filed onto the dance floor along with them.

The lights flashed, music blared and I felt like I was experiencing a sensory overload. The Dirty Dolls really were some of the best looking men I had ever set my sights on. There were men of every ethnicity, shirtless with some type of paint on their bodies. They were wearing only tight short shorts of every imaginable color and I'm pretty sure I was drooling. The music changed, a dance beat taking over that I recognized as Ke$ha. The lights went out completely and then black lights came on. The odd-looking paint that was on the dancers' bodies was black light paint, swirling around their torsos and legs in hypnotizing patterns.

The people in the crowd flooded onto the floor; dancing against the strippers, hot skin melding as the bass thumped through their veins. Puck and Sam nearly fell out of their chairs as Santana, Brittany and Quinn let their skirts fall to the floor, revealing lacy underwear that left little to the imagination.

Finn leaned across the table as a new song blared through the sound system, bodies on the dance floor grinding against one another. "Blaine, I've secured a meeting with you and Porcelain after the show for you, totally alone."

"Totally alone?" I swallowed, my heart rising into my chest.

"Totally alone."

What we didn't know though, was that in the booth next to us, a similar conversation was being held.
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Jesse St. James, known as 'The Duke' to most, was being promised time alone with Porcelain. Sue sat there, watching the face of the person who may be her new investor slowly turn into a grin. "Totally alone?" He asked, stroking his chin with his hand.

"Completely and utterly alone my dear Duke. As soon as the show is over I will have someone usher you to his private quarters."

"Well then Sue, I better enjoy myself or I may take my investment somewhere else."

"Oh dear Duke, trust me, Porcelain never displeases."
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Suddenly the lights went out and the music stopped. A single spotlight shone down from the ceiling and a flutter of silver confetti and smoke fell from the rafters. A person suspended in the air was slowly being lowered and after reaching halfway between the ceiling and floor he began to sing. The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels.

I sucked in a deep breath as his countertenor voice buzzed through the air, electrifying every one of my nerves. He was breathtakingly beautiful. I could see now why they called him Porcelain, his cr�me colored skin shimmered pale in the spotlight. His lips and cheeks were tinged pink and his eyes shone bright and blue. My eyes raked across his chest and abs. He was well-built, but not overly muscular like many of the other Dolls on the floor. He was dressed in silver sequined shorts, a diamond studded bowtie and a black top hat sat perched on his head. What caught my attention most though were the diamond studded heels that were strapped onto his feet. How on earth could he possibly walk in those things, I wondered.

Suddenly the sounds of a band broke through the sound system, trumpets and trombones leading the melody. Porcelain was being swung around in the air as he continued to sing, slowly being lowered to the stage.

A kiss on the hand may be, quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend. A kiss may be grand, but it, won't pay the rental. On your humble flat, or help you feed your, pussycat.

Everyone was crowding around him, strutting across the stage, playing up the crowd. Money was being held up to him but he just smirked and kept on walking. He was flawless in the heels, walking in them as if he were born in them, dancing in between the girls on the stage. He thrust his hips forward on 'pussycat' and gave a low growl and that's when I knew I was a goner. "See what we meant?" Puck said grinning, leaning across the table to me. "There's no possible way that anyone could put into words how magnificent he is. He makes grown men question their sexuality."

Considering how turned on I was already by the short amount of time Porcelain had been performing, I could see that.

Porcelain wrapped himself around a pole, throwing a leg around it and dipping low as he continued singing.

Men grow cold as girls grow old; we all lose our charms in the end. But square cut or pear shaped, these rocks don't lose their shape, diamonds are a girl's best friend.

A few of the dancers picked Porcelain up off the stage and carried him over to where a gentleman was holding out a diamond necklace. Porcelain plucked it from his hand, smirking and pressing a kiss to the man's cheek before being set on the ground.

He strutted through the crowd, hips swaying as hands grabbed and fingers touched. "Tiffany's! Cartier!" 'Cause we are living in a material world and I am a material girl.

He grinned and beckoned to the dancers "come and get me boys!" He was picked up by the crowd, legs in the air as they passed him back to the stage. "Talk to me Sue Sylvester, tell me all about it!"

Sue joined Porcelain onstage, smacking him with her riding crop, eliciting a sharp 'oh' from him.

Porcelain continued to sing, dancing around Sue at the same time. There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer, but diamonds are a girl's best friend. There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks you're awful nice.

Sue dangled the largest diamond I had ever seen in front of Porcelain's face and he swatted at it playfully, little moans of disappointment leaving his mouth.
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Puck said something about needing to talk to someone and stood to leave, knocking into a server. Drinks spilled all over the person occupying the booth next to ours.

"I'm so sorry!" I heard Puck say and turned to see him dabbing at the angry gentleman with a napkin. He turned to me, reaching for the handkerchief in my pocket, "Blaine I need to borrow this!"
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On stage Porcelain was dancing around with Sue, grinning at the crowd. "Is the Duke here?" He asked, twirling around a pole.

"Yes he's the, oh god, he's the one Puck is shaking a napkin at."

Porcelain turned and narrowed his eyes at the back wall. "Oh, are you sure that's him?"
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Puck continued wiping at the Duke's clothes, apologizing profusely before the Duke pushed him away. "Fine you bourgeois pig, clean yourself off!" Puck yelled, throwing the napkin at the Duke before being accosted by security. "Sorry, sorry, I'll return to my table now!"

We sat there watching as the dancers gathered in a circle around Sue and Porcelain, holding a black sheet in front of them.
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"Will he invest?" Porcelain asked, his eyes brightening.

"Babe, after spending the night with you, how could he refuse?"

Porcelain smirked, knowing Sue was right. "What's his type? Wilted flower?" Porcelain dropped his face, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "Sweet and slow?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow sensually. "Or smoldering devil?" He finished the phrase off in a growl, sucking the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Smoldering devil." Sue replied, grinning wildly. "We're all relying on you Porcelain. Remember? A real show, in a real theater, with a real audience."

"And I'll be a real actor." Porcelain whispered, eyes shining wetly.
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Suddenly they popped back up, Porcelain now wearing a tux jacket with tails, embellished with diamonds. And that's when the louses go back to their spouses; diamonds are a girl's best friend!

The crowd carried him, seated in a chair, across the floor, as he searched for a person to dance with. They spun him until he pointed in our direction, coming closer every moment. As the song drew to a close on the final "friend" I turned in time to watch him arrive at our table, soft white flesh in front of my face. I couldn't help but to glance down and see the large bulge in the front of pants which made me grow achingly hard in my own pants.

He turned, smiling, to the crowd and threw out his arms. "'I'm afraid it's my choice tonight gentlemen!" he turned back to me, pointing as the crowd cheered me on, Puck and Finn throwing slaps on my back. Porcelain fixed me in his stare before whispering, "I believe you were expecting me."

My brain short-circuited momentarily before I breathed out, "yes, yes I was."

Before I knew it, I was being swept out of my seat and onto the dance floor, pressed against Porcelain amid clapping and cheers.