A/N: Warning - Erotic scenes ahead...Readers' discretion required

Dante stepped out into the crisp night air. The stunning new show was a success having earned the boys and the club heaps of money in tips and drinks across the bar.

'Alex would be pleased...that bastard!' He thought as he shook his head.

He was going out for a quick bite to eat before going to the private party that Alex had lined up for him. He was not keen on these events but the clients paid well as long as they got what they wanted.

Suddenly a sleek black limo with foreign license plates pulled up alongside and stopped beside him as he walked along the curb towards the small diner across the way.

The tinted glass window rolled down.

It was the prince.

"Good evening Mr. Andreas..." he spoke.

"Your Highness! I wasn't expecting you" Dante nodded, head bowed low in respect.

The prince beckoned to Dante to enter the car. Dante was hesitant at first but he did not want to seem rude. After all, the prince was his client and had obviously paid an unbelievable amount of money for his services. Dante slid next to the prince and the man motioned to Walid to drive them around the block while they spoke.

"I was wondering if you have thought about the offer..." the prince asked him.

Dante paused, thinking thoroughly and carefully what he was going to say next but before he could do so, the prince looked very sad.

"I have a feeling that you are thinking of declining...am I correct?" he asked him.

"Your Highness...I do desire to help you. It's just that there's a lot going on in my life at the moment...my work...that's especially important to me..." Dante broke off.

"I see...So you've decided...It appears that we have both wasted each other's time...My poor beloved wife will be so distraught. You have no idea what this news will do to her...and as for the royal lineage of my family...well..." the prince spoke bluntly.

"I'm very sorry..." Dante whispered. He felt horrible for having turned the man down.

"No... You are not. I thought you were a different sort of man Mr. Andreas. I thought that you would be a compassionate man; a caring man...You may leave now" the prince turned his gaze away, his eyes seeking out the shadows near the alleys where they parked.

Dante stepped out of the car.

"Goodbye Mr. Andreas..." the prince did not even bother looking at him.

Dante had already taken a few steps away from the limo but the guilt of having refused the man was gnawing at his insides.

The window had already begun to roll up when he blurted out...

"Wait!"

The prince heard him and stopped the window mid-way...it glided down...

"What is it Mr. Andreas?" There was something in the prince's voice that made Dante feel uneasy...

"Very well...I've...I've changed my mind. I will take your offer..." a lump formed in Dante's throat as he forced the words out of his mouth.

"Excellent! I will see you in Santorini in two weeks' time" the prince spoke and then the window glided up as the limo quietly rolled away.

Dante stood there, frozen to the curb. The realization of what he had just done hit him.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket.

"Dante, where the hell are you? The client's giving me hell as her party's about to start...without you!" Alex sounded extremely irritated.

"I'm sorry Alex. I'll be right there!" He quickly turned on his heel and hurried back to the club. The party was being held in one of the many private rooms above the club itself.

The rooms were used frequently to entertain guests and clients who wished to remain anonymous or discreet. Dante entered the club via the back entrance and bounded up the stairs to the next level. He rushed into the dressing room to change out of his clothes.

Alex made a beeline to the room, scooting in as Dante was hastily looking through the clothes racks for something appropriate to wear.

"You won't need it!" Alex took one look at him as he stood there, distraught and very naked. Alex wasted no time and grabbed Dante by the shoulders in an attempt to shove him out into the hallway towards the private room.

"But...but Alex!!!" Dante protested as other people started staring at him.

Alex ignored his pleas, quickly throwing a long red silk scarf around his neck and opening a blood red door, pushing Dante inside. It was very dark...until a spotlight flooded the doorway, aimed right at Dante's bare back.

Shit! He muttered.

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The music started up and Dante spun around, the spotlight hitting his eyes so he was rendered temporarily blinded.

The women screamed and clapped their hands as they eyed this incredibly good-looking male stripper coming down the ramp with nothing but a silk scarf around his neck.

Dante proceeded towards a pole that had been securely planted in the middle of the mini stage. He gripped it in his hands, slowly grinding his hips suggestively at the women as he wrapped one leg around it, causing the pole to spin.

He swung his body around again causing the pole to spin faster this time. He then reached up with both his hands as he wrapped his legs around the pole, pulling him up higher and higher until he reached the very top.

Anchoring his ankles tightly around it, he let go, allowing his body to fall backwards so he was spinning upside down. He then let his ankles relax, causing him to slide down towards the bottom of the pole in such a daredevil move.

The women gasped as he easily curled his body back upright, leaping off the pole in a flip to handstand in front of the women who reached out and eagerly rubbed his sweating body with their hands copping a feel of his throbbing cock dangling between his legs.

He jumped off the stage, maneuvering his way around the women as they felt him up. Alex had given him a full description of his female target and he figured that she was the one nervously wriggling in her seat in front of the stage, tugging at her outfit.

She had her head slightly bent down, eyeing him from a strange angle.

It was quite evident that the woman was very, very nervous and shy. Dante came right up to her without batting an eyelash, placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head up to him.

He wanted to see her face...The pretty bride-to-be was blushing. He chuckled quietly to himself and leant down and whispered softly in her ear. He felt that he needed to reassure her in order to keep her calm.

He placed her hands on his hips then he proceeded to give her a very deliciously hot and seductive lap dance in the nude. She was clearly shocked by what he shook in front of her as her friends giggled and secretly took photos.

It felt a bit odd that he was entertaining the women alone as he usually was with a bunch of guys but he knew he had to keep cool and keep the situation under control. He was equally nervous as to what might escalate should the women become drunk...

Things started to fall apart really quickly when some of the women became very drunk and abusive, grabbing him around the ass and pulling him down on top of them.

He would quickly get up and try to distract them by gently yet firmly pushing their hands away. The women became a bit rowdy and started to complain by pressing the call button near the doorway.

The last thing that Dante wanted was his boss breathing down his neck so he conceded to what they wanted. When Alex heard them complain, he pressed upon Dante to do his best to please them, even if it meant that he had to fuck each and every one of those women to keep them happy.

Alex and his assistants came down to make sure Dante did as he was told. He could not afford losing his clients if one of his top male strippers did not perform to their expectations.

Dante was forced onto the big round bed that was in the center of the dimly lit room. He lay there, palming his body, stroking his chest down to his abs and back up again silently hoping that it was enough to placate the ladies. That wasn't enough. They ordered him to touch himself which he did, but he kept his touches only to the upper part of his body.

That was NOT what they wanted. Again, they ordered him and this time, the club bouncers came closer, motioning to Dante to heed the clients' wishes. He took his cock in his hand, and began to stroke himself slowly, until that part of him became fully aroused, much to their delight. They observed how quickly his cock thickened and lengthened in front of them, as Dante bucked his hips, in response to his feverish strokes. They watched as ribbons of his own cum rippled upon orgasm, splattering their eager mouths with the essence of his sex.

But then, they had other things in mind to do to him, as they began to stroke his thighs, very close to his rigid cock. He tried hard not to freak out by this sudden wanton lust these women were expressing over him, but he was just one person. Surely, they were not seriously thinking for him to service them all by himself?

But his worst fears were realized when one of the ladies clambered on top of the bed and tucked herself between his thighs, taking him in her mouth.

This can't be happening! I have to stop this now! His mind was racing with ways to try and control the situation from getting worse.

After successfully getting him further aroused, the woman slipped off her panties. She then mounted him for what she thought would escalate to a wild sexual ride straddling his body, pushing him beyond his limits.

He writhed underneath her, trying to gently but firmly push her off of him. She clung onto his hips, rhythmically grinding against them causing the friction between their bodies to get him hard. The woman, clearly intoxicated, planted herself down onto his cock. He drew a sharp in-take of breath, as she began to ride him wildly. 'FUCK' Dante swore under his breath, as she scratched his chest with her long nails.

No matter how hard Dante tried to resist his arousal, it had proven very difficult to do so. His body betrayed his mind as it obeyed his needs to be satiated. He found himself pumping up into her tight sex, fulfilling her fantasy. Now the women were now arguing amongst each other over who was going next! Dante's heart was racing. He had to think fast, and get out of this situation before it worsened!

Alex watched the night's proceedings from his console in the upper rooms of his office. Don't fight it, just do it Dante! Alex shook his head, seeing actual agony etched on Dante's face. Dante watched as the young bride was pushed towards the large bed by her unruly so-called friends to where he lay.

Dante shook his head vehemently and stated very clearly that he would not ruin her virtue. She seemed to be relieved by his words yet she could not tear her eyes away from the sexual spectacle involving this young male stripper and her friends.

She stared at Dante's face as she watched her friends take turns getting their kicks having sex with him. They forcibly impaled themselves upon his rigid girth, riding him up and down. He tried to dispel the fear that crept into his chest as the women continued their assaults, tugging at his cock, keeping him fully aroused.

He literally lay there unable to move or get away from them at all. The doors were locked and sealed until the party was over. She did the next best thing and held out her hand to him...

He could only nod at her in acknowledgement as she instinctively reached out and grasped his hand tightly in hers refusing to let go, as the women continued to launch their drunken assault on his body.

And he was grateful...grateful that she saw past all this...grateful that she saw him for who he truly was...

She understood...she understood the pain that was reflected in his eyes...the discomfort...the overwhelming feeling of sadness...