Xander had decided that if he made it through high school intact that he would go on a road trip to see all fifty states. He didn't think about how he was gonna get to Hawaii. He was just thrilled to get the hell away from the Hellmouth for a while. Unfortunately his road trip was cut short when his engine fell out in Oxnard. So his trip was officially ended because he had to stick around and get a job to pay for his car to be fixed.
He got a job at the Fabulous Ladies Club as a dishwasher. It was pretty easy work and every time the door open he was forced to avert his eyes because of what he might see. The only place that was willing to hire him was a strip club for the ladies. One night one of the dancers got sick and the manager came into the back and looked him up and down and asked him to remove his shirt. Xander took off his shirt and the manager eyed her approval.
"Yes you'll do nicely. The ladies will love you."
"Uh I'm just the guy that does the dishes."
"Well honey tonight you'll be out there on the stage strutting your stuff. Besides don't you want a raise not to mention all the tips?"
Xander liked that idea although he was a bit skittish about the whole stripping thing decided to go for it since no one here knew him and he'd just keep his lips sealed about this little adventure. Anyway this would be a lot quicker than earning the money doing the dishes and without the dishpan hands.
"Ok I'll do it. What do I do?"
She handed him a costume and he asked her, "Uh where's the rest of it?"
"Sweetie that's the whole thing. Come on I know you want to do this and that outfit will look really good coming off you."
Xander went to the back room where the dancers changed and put on his costume. It consisted of a black mask that he was kinda grateful for so he could avoid direct eye contact and some serious blushing issues. There was a leotard that was skintight that sorta reminded him of that cat costume that Cordy wore for Halloween a few years back. It had a big S on the chest and a long flowing cape. It was like he'd become one of the characters in one of the comics he avidly reads.
He looked in the mirror and shuddered and stepped out onto the stage and the whole crowd went wild. The music started playing and he started gyrating and swinging to the music. The tights were rather itchy and he discovered that all he had to do was tug and his costume came right off so that all he was left in was his cape and a g-string light on the g and string. He bounced around and continued to dance and noticed a pole but he decided to not go for it since he didn't want to injure little Xander if he should slip.
Instead he slid around the pole and scrunched up and down facing his audience like he was dry humping the pole or maybe it was dry humping him but the ladies apparently loved it judging from their squeals. He got bolder and removed the cape and the money started flying. Ladies started calling for him and whenever he got near they put dollars down his g-string. By the end of his set he was not only sweaty but racking in some serious cash. From that point on Xander did a set each night and in between for some extra cash he did some dishes although he didn't really need to for his tips were amazing but the bill for the car was gonna be pricey.
He never thought he'd ever in a million years be stripping but he was glad that the money was coming in so he wasn't stuck there for months on end. In a few short weeks he was able to pay for his car but he decided to hang around for a bit longer because he was supposed to be on a road trip after all but eventually he got really bored and just went home where he found that everything had changed. His room was no longer his room for his parents put all his stuff in the basement and told him that he was going to be paying them rent from now on.
By Barbara Desmond