Strippers VS Religion

"I'm not a fag!" he hissed. "I don't like men! I like women and boobs and...stuff!"

He frowned.

"...Did you just insult me? That wasn't very kind of you at all."

"I...what?" He asked, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You used the word 'fag', like it was a bad thing," he explained. "Are you saying I'm bad, for liking more than women?"

"Of course it's a bad thing, it's a sin," he replied, frowning deeply. "That's why, no matter how many times I tell Rhode I'm not gay, he pulls me into these...situations."

"But baby, God loves all his children," he insisted, sitting in Mars's lap. "If he wanted his children to not be gay, don't you think he'd have made them straight?"

"He did!" he insisted, squirming violently. "I am straight! Everyone is straight, some people just...give into the temptation of, uhm..."

He was trying to think straight, but the man on his lap kind of made it a bit difficult, considering.

He kissed Mars on the cheek.

"You were saying, sugar?" he asked, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"S-sin, and..." he tried to think, but his mind was clouded with ideas of what would come next. "...please get off my lap."

"But it's comfy," he whispered in Mars's ear, chuckling.

Mars swallowed, hoping the blood only rushed to his face.

"Please," he whimpered.

"But I like it--don't you?" He ran his fingers over Mars's neck.

He inhaled sharply, biting his lip.

"This is sinful," he snapped, swallowing. "You're tempting me into sin."

"It's only tempting if you want it, right?" he teased.

He frowned deeply.

"Please...please stop," he mumbled. "Please."

He bit his lip, worried about his current state.

He sighed, standing up.

"You really need to relax more, kid. Do you really want to sit there and be bored until our time is up?"

"...yes," he replied honestly, swallowing. "Yes, I would."

"Well, I might as well get comfortable," he said, reaching to take off his top.

"No no no why?!" he exclaimed, moving to cover his eyes again. "I thought we were friends, you're ruining it!"

"We are. You're also a young man, and I'm a stripper. Any other obvious statements we should make?"

He giggled, wrapping his arms around Mars's neck in a hug.

"I really like you, kiddo!"

"I..." he didn't know what to say, but his face had turned very red. "I...nobody likes me, though."

"That's not true--I do," he said, beaming. "Why? Is it a problem?"

"N-no," he replied. "...can I go now...?"

He hoped he could. He was feeling anxious again, at the prospect of someone liking him.

"But you've got an hour left," he insisted. "Don't you want your money's worth?"

"...there's nothing left to do," he tried to say, smiling awkwardly. "I...I mean, Rhode is probably...waiting for me..."