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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 25, 2011 9:49:24 GMT -5
The strip club made like it was high-end. It wasn't dressed up for the Donald Trumps of the world but it wasn't cheap enough for the lonely truck drivers, either. Cover charge was a bit over ten bucks, and personal dances, depending on who, almost hit the hundred-two hundred mark. That also depends on where you receive that personal dance and how long.
Each night had different themes. Sometimes it was jungle, cards, simply slutty, cowboys, etc. Some of the dancers wore heels, he did not- somehow that just reduced his masculinity far too much than dancing around in skimpy speedos or g-strings. The head of the dancers' stage name was Ace. Following beneath Ace were the Kings, Queens (tactfully the more feminine dancers. Ones with lighter voices and more girly disposition), then the Jack's and Jokers. The Jokers danced between the two numbers the face-cards put on each night. The dances varied usually, but sometimes it was just the same thing. The audience never grew tired of watching the men swirl around the poles, move their bodies, twist and turn on stage.
Douglass was the Jack of Hearts. There was a pamphlet menu that each person could pick up if they were looking for more "personal" dances in a back room with a chair, or couch, a sideways pole and dark red/purple lighting. The same dance could be held out where everyone else was but the room gave a special privilege to the customer to be handcuffed or tied up while the stripper teased them with most agony.
He was a toned man at the age of nineteen, on the brink of twenty. His muscled soft and toned with broad shoulders. He had the general athletic body from sports in high school and his daily workout routine, and of course, leg definition from swirling around on the pole night after night. Tonight he wore a jungle green velcro at the sides folly fabric pants on, with a matching colored speedo beneath the pants. His brown hair was stilled in a strip of mohawk down his scalp with. He had on black cuffs around his wrists, a black and white bow-tie. There was heavy black and colorful make up around each of the Jacks eyes, a different color for all the Queens, Kings, etc.
Douglass walked out onto the stage. His body moving effortlessly in number with the rest of the bunch as the Queens, then Kings, then finally the "star" of the show came out doing some dance. Once the numbers were done they dispersed to dance with poles, in front of people, over in groups for bachelorette parties.
The make up and pants stayed on a few of the dancers while they walked around getting orders and money from people for cheap thrill dances. It was rare, almost never, that the dancer received actual turn-on from the dances they gave. It had happened to Douglass once in the past year that he has been working here but it only resulted in him simply fantasizing about the man later that night. Nothing to show during the dance or while he was working. Imagine if a stripper actually got a hard on while on the floor? Douglass just thought that was a wee bit wrong. So many of these men were dirty and dicks. Add liquor to the equation they were worse.
Behind the heavy make up, Douglass had deep blue eyes. His teeth were white and braces-straight. His jawbone was well defined to add a pleasant handsome touch to his appearance. Tonight, he needed to make money for rent. Being put on private room duty was not preferable since he couldn't gain rent money in tips directly. He'd have to make do.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 21:58:08 GMT -5
“You ripped me off,” the man hissed through clenched teeth as he snatched the baggie from the other man’s hands. He opened the bag to take a look inside, sniffing the substance with a grimace on his face. He leant back in his leather black computer chair and let out a long sigh, running his fingers back through his thin black hair. On every finger he wore a gold ring, specks of green peaking out from around the rings hinting that they weren’t really gold at all. This guy was a fake, but he was damn good at making it work. His breath was choppy and sweat stains lit up his underarms, for he was a heavier man. “I didn’t rip you off, that’s just the thing. You asked for pure Mexican Ice, which is more expensive then crank. There is an upside to this overpriced item, it will give you a rush like no other and the crystals will last longer than you expect. It takes less Ice to get you high then crank,” the man said from the other side of the table. He raised an eyebrow with a devious smile, his teeth perfectly whitened from getting them professionally bleached. For having such a sleazy job, his image was important to him. Almost as important as making the deal. Though, he always made the deal. He had a way with his words, even if he really was ripping someone off, just a little bit. “You should make it more clear with what you want, because I only bring you the best.” There was certain musk in the room, like cheap cologne and expensive Columbian cigarettes. It was the office of the manager of the strip club, and it had only been the second time he was in it. The first time was to bring him the illegally imported and enhanced cigars. He had been doing this a long time and strip club owners seemed to be the best buyers. If they weren’t using it, they were jacking up the price and selling it to their best customers and dancers. He really didn’t mind the resell from the managers of strip clubs, as long as he met his quota. He bought the drugs from the manufacturers, and then he sold them to people who needed them. He never had the taste for drugs, for it was poor people’s business. Off of the deals he made, he was no poor man. Sure, he had a huff every once and a while or shared a line with the band’s back stage, but he wasn’t actually a user. He had never touched meth, meth was a monster on its own. The manager looked pleased and nodded gratefully with a smile. He set the baggie down on the table and leant forward in his leather arm chair, reaching both of his grubby hands out to shake the dealer’s hand. The dealer smiled generously and nodded, taking his hand with a firm shake. He stood up, walking to the door as the man put the baggie away somewhere in his desk where it wouldn’t see the light of day for some time. Or until one of his dancer’s came in to beg for a “raise”. “It was nice doing business with ya, Tony,” The manager bellowed as Tony left the office. He walked down the long corridor into the actual club, seeing the many men dancing on poles. He smiled to himself, deciding he deserved a break from the long week. And he could sure use a drink at about that time. Tony was wearing dark denim jeans that weren’t too tight, or too loose. He had on a blue v-neck that just barely showed the top of his tiger chest piece he had tattooed which had not been colored yet. Tattoos were such a work; it meant he had to take a break from constantly running around. On top of the shirt he had on an old leather jacket that had been worn down in years of use, his broad shoulders accented under the tight and worn down leather. His deep chocolate brown hair fell into his eyes underneath a black beanie he wore on most occasions. He looked about 4 years younger than he really was, standing at 30 years old. He had been doing this business for a long time. He sat down in front of one of the poles, catching the eye of a boy walking boy, he slightly raised his hand to catch his attention. “Can I have a long Island Ice Tea?” he said with hopeful brown eyes and a studly smile that sent the stripper blushing away to go fetch his drink. Tony eyed down the stage, not sure how long he would really stay, but the theme sure did look pretty.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 25, 2011 22:15:53 GMT -5
Douglass caught glimpse of one of the smaller "scale" strippers hurrying away to get some man a bar tending order. On the habit of wanting to be a dick to these cheap minute strippers who were in and out of this place faster than a high from weed would wear off. He smirked some and decided he wanted to change up his game tonight- and the rules.
He walked over to the man that had made the boy run off in a hurry and pulled himself up on the table that the pole was on. He leaned back on his hands and looked over to him, "A long island iced tea, huh?" he asked looking towards the bar, catching the eye of the stripper. Douglass had a tattoo on his hip on the side beneath one of the v-lines on his torso. It read 'Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.' Only part of it was readable in a fancy script. Other than that there weren't any tattoos on his body.
He slowly looked to the man and fronted a slight smirk. "Could I interest you in something stronger than a long island?" he suggested with the same smirk playing on his lips.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 22:33:43 GMT -5
Tony watched as a stripper pulled himself up onto the table, and eyeballed him for a moment. He took in everythig about the man before speaking, the way his eyes shined, his toned abs, the ink on his hip. He paid extra special attention to what might or might not be hiding behind a thin piece of clothing over his pubic area. Finally Tony drug his eyes back up to the stripper's face to meet with his eyes.
Tony didn't recognize the guy, for he knew most of the strippers in the club. In all reality, he had slept with most of the strippers in the club. Something about the high end feel of this club attracted him to the dancers, made him pull them in until they were begging him for more. Most of them would tell you he was well endowed. The one's who said otherwise never were called back. And although he hadn't recognized the boy fetching his drink, he really didn't recognize this kid.
He wasn't sure if he was into the drug scene, but wasn't about to ask. For all he knew, this was a cop. He would never rightfully accuse a man of being a cop to his face, but it happened from time to time. Tony checked out his company thoroughly before ever making a deal. This man was extremely handsome, although way down as far as the eyes could see. He would have loved to get the man into the drug scene, because the more likely he was in the scene, the more likely he was in Tony's pants.
"Why yes, I would love something stronger. Maybe something straight. And what can I buy for you...?" Tony trailed off, not knowing his name. He wasn't going to call him something he had made up(though he had tried it before when someone he had apparently slept with apprached him and he didn't recognize him.) Suddenly, he was afraid this might have been a face he was supposed to recognize. Maybe it was a lay he was to blacked out to remember, for he wasn't famous for staying the night.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 25, 2011 22:57:23 GMT -5
Douglass grinned on the inside from the eyes blatantly on his body. Ah, that cheap thrill. He felt disgusting when dancing on top of old, sneezy business men. They all reminded him of his boss, who was a disgusting drug addict sleazy son of a bitch. Douglass was one of the few who hadn't asked for a raise in money, drugs or a sexual favor from the whore that most of them were. He just needed the tips and the money. He didn't want to feel less self worth and wouldn't stoop down to that level. "Well, if you're looking for something straight you've come to the wrong bar," he added and turned his legs so his front was facing this beanie-wearing man. He slipped onto the other's lap and fingered the collar of the other's v-neck some. He gave a single deep grind to the customer's pants, smirking briefly. "You can buy for me a nice dance. You wouldn't want someone like me getting out of shape, hm?" For the first time in a while, this act was fun. Fake almost hitting on someone actually attractive was a relief for a change. Actually talking while he was on the clock was also a relief. "Dou- Hearts! What the fuck are you doing! He asked me for a drink, not you!" The man squealed in a hushed fury when he returned with the man's spiked tea. Douglass turned his head and smiled some, "Oh, did I?" he played coy, ticking his tongue in a mock disappointment of himself, "what terrible manners I have picked up." He ran his finger down the man's chest to the button then shrugged. "Guess I'm over stepping my boundaries. Well, it was worth a try," he offered and stood up from the man's lap, sat on the table then swung his legs over so he could stand. "Yeah, you better back off or I'll tell Marty you're not behaving." Douglass rolled his eyes and shot a wink over to the beanie wearing customer. "Have fun with this one, he's a bitch." Douglass smirked and pinched the stripper's ass, walking away quick enough to avoid any retaliations. Though while he walked- with a highs sense of confidence- he turned his head to look to the beanie man in attempts to catch his eye. He walked over to where the curtained door was for the back rooms and pulled himself up onto the counter. The boy had been serious about telling on him, and he wasn't about to risk his job or put himself under the knife for a what would be considered obligatory blow job to keep his job. ofalltheginjointsinalltheworld.tumblr.com/post/8072296660 (here is a general picture of dougie )
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 23:11:40 GMT -5
Tony let out a small 'Unf' when this man grinded their two packages together. The friction through his jeans made his bulge much harder then it had been seconds before. Although he was hard, he was not fully erect. He simply looked larger than life underneath the restrictions, which he much have rather shed with that stripper on his lap. it wasn't beneath him to fuck a stripper in one of the chairs, it sure as hell gave him a rush. He watched the other man come back and then his companion get up and leave, catching the wink from his eye. Tony winked back, slowly turning his attention back to the man at present.
He took the tea from his hand and handed the man a twenty from his pocket, hoping he wouldn't realize the twenty had somefrom his scummy bosses office. He could smell the cigar and cologne on it once he pulled it out of his office. He took a moment to look over this stripper and notice a few small factors. This guy was scrawny, he didn't have the same muscle tone the other guy had. His thighs especially didn't have the muscle that all veteran strippers pulled off so nicely. He also wasn't nearly as attractive as the other male, only coming in at second best.
Now Tony wasn't beyond forgetting his lapdancing friend and fucking this kid in the back. He could have very well offered to buy a dance and make him moan to the lord so loud God would think it was Sunday. For some reason, he just couldn't get the other kid out of his mind, thinking about the way his body moved as he walked away.
"Thanks for the drink kid," Tony said and winked at the new guy, walking away towards the curtains. He had been back stage many times before with other strippers, yet he had never attempted to go back by himself. He studied the door for a moment before pushing himself through, afraid that the bouncers might try to escort him out. Even though just the previous night, he had hooked up the bouncers. As he looked around backstage, his eyes landed on something he didn't want to see.
The star of the show, and his ex. He hid his face by turning quickly, ducking behind a row of clothes. From his line of vision, he tried to find the man with the ink on his hip yet trying to stay out of the line of vision of his ex. He had always been the one to dig showstoppers.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 25, 2011 23:25:46 GMT -5
Douglass watched the man walk back stage and frowned some. Who did he think he was? He frowned and followed close behind, knowing damn well that if he didn't land a dance soon he wouldn't be paid for tonight. He entered in soon enough to watch the Ace and some guy hooking up, or talking, or something and the customer duck behind clothes. Douglass walked over to the clothes rack and separated the outfits. "To bring your childhood tactics back with hiding behind clothes racks, you chose the wrong place. Strippers don't particularly wear much." He smirked briefly and closed the curtain of clothes then ducked in underneath and behind.
"You're not a very good spy, customer or hider. I'd hate to be stalked by you, do business with you- which I am finding quite the struggle, or play hide and go seek. Where would the fun be if you're so easy to find?"
Douglass realized this was the most he had ever talked to a customer at work, and even work itself. He placed his hand on the man's knee and rode it up his thigh as he moved his lips almost right against his ear. "If you want a distraction, for a lovely price and a private room I can distract you for a while," he whispered it almost as if he wanted him to agree as badly as someone wanted to receive a lap dance. Something about this guy that he saw frequently entering and exiting his bosses office, as well as hanging around with some of strippers, made him want to get him to a chair, restrict him and tease him to the edge of all his dignity.
"Last chance or my services move elsewhere," he warned, "I'll be in room three if you find a safe way out of here." Douglass looked to the hiding customer briefly then moved out from behind the clothing racks then through the stripper's passages to the rooms. The public's was through the curtain on the floor off to the corner.
Douglass waited in the room on the chair that most of the men would sit in waiting for their dance.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 25, 2011 23:41:52 GMT -5
Tony raised an eyebrow as he watched the man talk. The in all realization, he realized that this was the man he had been looking for. Sure, he had been looking for this man but obviously this man must have been looking for him to find him here and remember him.
"I wouldn't say that, although I am not the best spy, I have invested hundreds of dollars into this club, including funding one of the vanitys in here," Tony raved with one eyebrow raised. he wasn't trying to outdo this kid, just get his point across. He really did spent countless hours in this club, whether it was banging strippers or dealing with them or there sleazeball of a boss. "And you say you would hate to do business with me, well certainly I will be the only man here tonight shoving twenties- and if you're good- hundreds down your g-string, for I am not one of the cheap viewers you have coming in and out of here regularly."
He watched the stripper walk away and then waited a few moments, coming out from behind the clothing rack. He stared at one of the men standing in front of him, which gripped his shirt with a scowl on his face, pressing close against him in the elast sexual way possible.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" the Ace asked him wit an unpleasant look. The blue shirt was curled up in one of his hands and Tony pushed the guy off of him, watching him stumble back a bit, rolling his eyes. In all reality, this guy was a diva. Tony had not pushed him as hard as he made it look. He then took a moment then shrugged, motioning to the guy.
"I'm here to get a dance, what are you doing here?" Tony asked, tilting his head tot he side as he looked at the overdramatic stripper in stilettos. Always the dramaqueen, never the mechanic. He pulled his jacket onto his shoulders more smugly and reached up, moving his hair out of his eyes.
"You know very well I work here jackass," the stripper hissed in a stage whisper drawl, quiet enough to sound like a whisper yet loud enough for half the room to listen in on. This Ace was the attention craver, and loved to make a scene. Exactly why Tony stopped calling him back. Well, almost.
"I know. I also know, you're not the only guy that works here, and I have someone waiting in a room for me right now..." Tony said flipping off his ex friend. He walked out from the dressing room after he heard an exasperated moan emmitt from the strippers mouth. He quickly scattered to the room the man had been waiting for him in, seeing him on the chair. Carefully, he shut the curtain behind him, and walked up close to the stripper.
Tony was tall, so from where he was standing close in front of the man, his package was only a few inches from his face. He smiled down at him and winked.
"You've been running away from me a lot tonight, let's change that."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 25, 2011 23:55:29 GMT -5
He couldn't quite care less if the other had bought a vanity in the dressing rooms, or how much money he invested either.
Douglass looked up when he saw the man beside him and smirked. He stood up and pulled the man by his shirt and pushed him to the chair. "Maybe you should stop going to the wrong rooms," he suggested with a smug smirk. The music was the same sultry tune that had been playing out on the floor, though a bit different and more.. intimate for the rooms. He straddled the other's lap, half wishing he could strip this man of his shirt and tease him with his tongue- but that stopped when he forcibly pushed the thought out of his head.
He rolled his ass against the other's crotch with skill. His hands were placed on his own knees. Most of his weight was lifted by his legs. Douglass arched his back some before placing his hands gently against the other's neck, pressing down more on the crotch. His lips grazed the other's neck just far enough away to barely touch the skin though his breath hit against it.
After a while of the frontal lap dance he turned himself around, accenting his body movements with each motion as he turned around. He spread his legs wide and reached behind their heads to place his hands on the back of the chair. He managed to bend just enough so nothing but his cloth covered ass grind deeply against his customer's groin.
It was a very big cheap thrill. Douglass was having as much fun as he had first envisioned this job to be. It definitely helped that this man was handsome and not sleazy, at least on the outside.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 0:10:40 GMT -5
"You are quite the tease aren't you... where di Marty find you?" Tony smile as he laid his arms on the back of the chair. One of thee rules in the back room was Do Not Touch The Strippers. He had never been told, but he had heard many of the strippers and bouncers bitching about the men in the rooms putting their hands and forcibly their tongues onto the strippers. Tony always liked to push the limits, see how far a stripper would let him get.
At that, his hands slowly found their way to this man's hips, resting gently as he let out a small seductive moan, his erction maturing underneath the man's crotch and ass. He let out a small gasp, his eyes focusing down on the man's crotch. Curious, he wanted to know if he ha a boner. Although, he most certainly was sure he didn't. Tony gave up for the lighting in the room was ineffecient to tell.
Tony, on the other hand was birthing Mount Everest in his trousers and was comparably noticable though his jeans. He let out a small gasp again, his eyes roaming the boy's body. He tugged his wallet from his pocket momentarily, and pulled a twenty from the money spot, slipping it into this man's thong. He then pulled out another twent, slipping it into another side of the thong, pulling out an hundred dollar bell and holding it between his teeth for the man, raising an eyebrow. He shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
The music certainly got him into the mood, and the boy dancing on him made it all the better, or worse, depending on what angle you were looking at it from. He held the dollar between his teeth with a smug smirk, tilting his head back ever so slightly.
How far was this little heart ready to go?
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 26, 2011 0:26:26 GMT -5
"Hm, more like I found Marty," he purred as he continued moving. Douglass had enough self control to keep what was buried beneath the tight fabric at rest. He didn't want to become like the other strippers and this dance was not worth it enough to risk his self pride. The feeling of how aroused he had gotten the man beneath him in such a short amount of time was more than flattering. He could feel men getting hard beneath his ass cheeks nightly, but this just felt more prominent and held a bit more meaning. Perhaps it was the closeness in age. Granted, Douglass was only nineteen and this guy looked about twenty six, or twenty five, but it was definitely closer than nineteen and fifty, forty five, sixty. Sometimes closeness in age was all that mattered.
He grinned when he felt the bills slip into his speedo-thing. When he turned back around to face the other he gave an emotionless smile at the sight of the hundred. There was something about hundred dollar bills that made him feel a bit satisfied and important. Douglass didn't have much money to his name and whenever he had the chance to hold a hundred dollar bill- if only for twenty minutes- he was delighted to. One of the smaller things in life that could easily make his day.
Douglass took the hundred from the other's mouth, "Such an unsanitary man," he cooed and ran his hand and the bill along the other's tent. He pressed their bodies real close, his thumbs circling around the other's nipples above his shirt, gently twisting one before his hips began moving once more with the rhythm to the songs.
He hadn't minded the hands on his hips- he could allow that and usually did if the guy was paying enough. Tens and up allowed that easy access- even several hundred dollar bills wouldn't gain access to more skin. His hands moved down to rest on the other's thighs, his thumbs caressing his inner thigh. He brushed his lips over his neck- which was a personal touch that ended quickly.
Douglass pocketed the hundred into the front of his speedo and stood up. The personal touch had pushed himself too far. "Hope you had a nice time," he cooed and bit on his own lower lip briefly. "Perhaps I'll see you again. Thank you for your services, it was a pleasure."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 1:03:17 GMT -5
Tony watched this many, wandering his body. He had let his hands just ever so gently glide up onto the other man's chest, then right back down to his hips. There was something about a man's hips that intrigued Tony. For all of the women that he had slept with, their hip bones could never be as sexy as another man's. Especially that of a toned masculine man like this one.
Tony was proud of the bulge beneath his jeans. It was something he held himself up to. Not only was he well in down, he had the great ability to hold an erection. Though typically with enough movement and friction, it was enough to get off within his jeans, even if it did cause a mess. But no, Tony had self control for the most part on how fast he would cum. And when the stripper decided he was done, only a few more seconds might have sent him over the edge.
This man was constantly trying to get away, Tony noticed. There was a common theme in his actions, for he only wanted to get the job done. Tony liked getting the job done, yet something intrigued him about this very handsome man in front of him, that did not fully take off all of his clothes. There might have been more hundreds in their for ball action.
Tony sprang up and blocked the doorway with hs broad shoulders, just barely making time to squeeze in front of this stripper trying to escape on him again. He looked him up and down again, then tried to make eye contact with him.
"I'll pay you three hundred dollars... five hundred dollars, cash, if you let me take you to dinner..." he started, pulling his wallet out and extracting five hundred dollars, five one hudred dollar bills. "And I'll pay for dinner ON TOP of that... let me see what ypu're about..." he said with a casual wink. Although it felt sketchy picking up a stripper this way, Tony had nothing better to do with his night. "I may be worth the while..."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 26, 2011 8:36:17 GMT -5
Douglass would have gone further if he had never seen this man in here before. But he has. He's seen him entering and leaving Marty's office. He has seen him, heard about him. No one had used his name. They all called him the dealer as if he were a legend. Douglass had enough knowledge of what he thought he knew about him to not go any further within his mind and enjoy it. He could risk enjoying the dance- but nothing further.
Though he enjoyed hundred bills, he enjoyed his dignity and self respect more. He hesitated as if considering it but then stepped quite close to the man and gripped his balls over his jeans. At first, it wasn't a friendly grip. He leaned in, "You want to pay me to go out for dinner with you?" he asked almost disgusted with quite the low tone. "Look, man, it was a dance. I'm not going to fuck you under the table just so you can get off and say you've slept with everyone in this strip club." He eyed the other and narrowed his eyes. "I'm about dancing in this club to make rent, feed myself and dance like a sexy slut on poles and shit. I'm not about to be paid to fuck some guy because he can't get someone to stay on his own."
His brows were furrowed. How broke he was was absolutely screaming at him that he should have sucked it up for a few hours and just go out with this man. Get the stupid money and get out.
"I'd suggest to you that if you ever do want to take someone out genuinely you don't try to bribe them with money or try to impress them with the fact that you paid for a vanity mirror in a sleazy strip club." He let out an exasperated sigh, "I need to get back to work." With his hands still grasping the other's family jewels- had had lightened the grip enough so it could be comfortable, he massaged his fingers against the testicles for a while before he moved his hand to the bulge, palming around the head of it for a bit before he took his hand off and stepped away.
Douglass watched this tall, broad shoulder man. Perhaps under different circumstances he would have gone somewhere to fuck him. It probably would have been one of the best fucks of his life. Leaving him breathless and split. Leaving crescent moon and red claw marks on the man's back.
He thought about it and softened his expression, "I'm sorry," his apology surprised him, "You must understand that I've got what seems to be more self respect and I've got my own high horse that I ride. It's just that if I'm going out to dinner with someone.. I'd like it to be genuine. I work with idiots, a bigger asshole in some dumb office who watches porn and gets his dick sucked and customers who all add up to Marty's sleazy being." He looked away and shrugged then gave a weak smile, but it bared his teeth, "And I'd like to think I'm priceless. Sorry, you just picked the wrong person to bribe to dinner. I'm not a whore." He realized he was all over the place tonight with wanting this man to be his customer and the past conversation. He just bombarded him with a dick attitude then moments later apologized and let his front up a wee bit. He must seem crazy.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 26, 2011 19:28:58 GMT -5
Tony moaned out when this kid grabbed his balls, and definitely not in pleasure. It took every rippling muscle in his body to not shove this guy to the floor and walk out himself. But instead, he took the abuse through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes as the gay man went on, and on... and on. He was practically holding his breath as the man gave him a real hard time, cutting off the circulation from his nutssack to his brain, which certainly were almost one in the same. He watched the man go from fiery mad, to aplogetic.
Finally, as the grip loosend, and the man turned to trying and rubbing his package did Tony move away abruptly in anger. He listened further as the stripper explained himself and his so called self respect. A lot of self respect you have dancing on a pole pretending you're the Jack of Hearts. Dignity. Right. He knew how strippers worked, and self respect was at the bottom of there importance list. He grimaced slightly, his testicles still sore from there beating, even if they had gotten a good rub down. Any erection he did have was promptly gone after that.
He took out his wallet and shoved the money back inside, still not having said one word as this man used him as a gossip service. This wasn't TMZ. FInally he let out a long sigh, shoving his wallet into his back pokcet and moving his eyes back to the other man's. If he didn't want rich men trying to get him in bed, he should've gotten an interview for the Chuck E. Cheese guy. He had no sign of emotion on his expressionless face once the other male was done talking. Even as he smiled, Tony simply raised an eyebrow as if asking if he were finished.
"FIrst off, I never called you a whore. I didn't try to shit on your self respect, and I'm not trying to impress you. Second, I wasn't paying you to fuck me. You really should listen to the whole thing before you open your fucking mouth, shuoldn't you? I'm a genorous guy, and it's obvious why you're working here. I figured I could whine and dine you, then when Marty asks you if you made tips tonight, you easily pocket 500 dollars so that he didn't know you snuck out to grab a pizza. I'm not desperate, if I were paying someone for sex, this would certainly be the last place I came. I wasn't trying to get you to suck my dick. Although I had an erection sent from satan himself, that doesn't mean I wanted you to relieve it. That is something I am perfectly capable of myself. Besides, I don't need to pay soeone to get fucked. I'm sure the boy who served me my tea would've done it for free. And was I really trying to impress you when I mentioned the vanity mirror? Guess what, one of the mirrors shattered because some dick shoved a stripper into it and Marty didn't have the money to replace. I helped him out a little bit so that I could hold something against him later. When I told you that, it was a suggestion to the fact that I know my way around perfectly fine-" Tony drew in a breath, scowling now as he talked. "-and still, you spend all night ducking away from me, then chew my ass off for trying to take you out. Do you do this everytime someone wants to get a date out of you? If so, you're probably still a fucking virgin which is by far the last thing I want to fuck right now. Now I have to support myself too, the world is bigger than just me. I help people out, I pick them up when they need it. I do honest business and I make enough to wine and dine a handsome boy who would be fired if his boss found out he came up short. If you don't wanna go, well fuck you too it's honestly not my problem. I'll go get a shot of jager and buy myself a big mac then go home."
Tony finished his rant and let out a breath. He reached up and pulled the beanie from his head and rustled his hair up a bit before pulling the beanie back onto his head, looking this man straight in the eyes, waiting for his cunning response.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 0:19:09 GMT -5
Douglass listened as he was retaliated back at and relaxed his shoulders. His tail was between his legs if he ever had one. Maybe in a different universe. All the offense and anger he had was gone and he wished he had shut his mouth. "How else was I supposed to think?" He questioned more rhetorically. He shook his head to himself. " I work at a strip club. When someone offers me five hundred dollars for /dinner/ usually its implied fucking is later that evening. Until now I figured you were like all the other customers. Sleazy for a cheap, easy fuck to fulfill fantasies."
He bit on his lip and looked away. "You're a nice guy." He took the money out and offered it back to him. "You shouldn't walk out of here a hundred and forty bucks empty." He gave a weak smile but still couldn't look at him. "I'm ashamed. You should go find someine who won't bite your head off."
Douglass stood and waited for the man to go, or do something. He'd get in trouble for his actions and amount of no tips, he was sure of it.
Douglass finally brought his eyes up to the man- but only briefly. "This job takes away the trust you initially have in strangers. I.. Shouldn't have treated you like that. I apologize for squeezing your balls."
He couldn't take offense from anything that had been said. He had brought it all upon himself. If he had just let it go this would ave been entirely different and far easier."
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