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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 5:50 pm
[ "You don't understand officer, this guy got into my house." ] The San Fernando Vally of Los Angeles is considered to be the pornographic capital of California. There hundreds of pornographic industries create and sell both images and videos that bring in millions of dollars which are in turn a part of a billion dollar industry. San Fernando is the home of both female and male actors that star in adult films and magazines. The valley isn't just about porn, however. San Fernando is a city just like any other with people, good and bad, living in it.
Bo Black is one of the most well known male porn actors in the business. He's been in movies, magazines, short videos and calendars and has been seen with various celebrities open about their sexuality and though he's been seen in straight porn Bo Black works primarily in the gay circuit. He's about as famous as a gay porn star can get, and in about as much trouble as a gay porn star can get himself into. Little notes began to follow Bo Black everywhere he went, and as time progressed, they got more and more sinister. For a while, it seemed like another case of some quasi-celebrity with a stalker, but as fate would have it, Bo Black's situation, was connected to a stream of murderers....or more accurately, to a serial killer.
Nicknamed the "XXX Killer" or just, "Triple X" for short, the killer got his name from going after people in the pornographic industry. It started off with a 20 year old girl in an amateur video, and progressed to women in the industry that were more and more famous. Seven girls died, and each received the same notes Bo had been. Nothing was taken seriously until Bo Black rushed into the police station in a full on panic. Someone had broken into his house, played his movies on every T.V and computer and covered the walls with his pictures. At that point, everyone considered the possibility of Bo Black's stalker being XXX.
Though Bo Black is male and XXX's targets are female, officials speculated that perhaps XXX was looking for a challenge, something to break up what he considered to be now mundane killings. It was decided Black couldn't be left to fend for himself, so he was issued a body guard.
Enter Y, the body guard. Not an officer himself, Y is licensed to protect his employer at all costs, but, because the police sort of found Y for Black, Y's got a few perks. He's good at his job, and has dealt with murder before, but this is Y's first serial killer...and porn star. Y must be with Bo at all times, no if ands or buts. The only separation he's entitled to is when Bo is going to the bathroom and vice versa. Even then he has to be in a ten foot radius. That means Y needs to go shopping with Bo, go on early morning runs with Bo, go to work with Bo....which means watching men have sex in front of him, and even sleep in the same room as Bo.
With all this "togetherness" something between the two is bound to happen. And if XXX decides to show up, what happens, could mean Bo and Y lose their lives.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:12 pm
[ I M P O R T A N T E ! ]
In case you need some specifics, here they are!
o1:: I need a seke, they will take turns...seriously.
o2:: Remember, you are a bodyguard, which means you have guns, know how to fight, and are manly. What kind of bodyguard is some wimpy emo kid!?
o3:: You can be gay at first, or you can start off "straight", I don't care. Just make Y interesting.
o4:: Obviously Y is going to live in Bo Black's house which is in San Fernando California
[ R U L E S ]
Because I have specifications.
o1:: Follow gaia ToS and all this guild's rules.
o2:: No cybering, don't even attempt it! I'm great at censoring sex scenes and understanding censored talk, I'll understand what you're saying without you being explicit and over pg-13 I promise!
o3:: You must write a lot. I mean like a couple of paragraphs. No less than the length of the posts I used to explain the plot in this rp. (I understand occasional writer's block though)
o4:: Use the profile skeleton and send me a pm of your profile. Title the pm "Dirty Pictures"
o5:: Do not join unless you will be on A LOT! You can skip a day here and there but if you're not frequent do NOT join.
o6:: I am a pretty literate rper, which means I write a lot. I'm only going to accept people who write as much as I do. I'm also really picky with rp partners, so if for some reason I deny you, don't take it personally.
o6:: Post Signatures, pretty posts, whatever you call them, make one. I need a sample of your writing if I have never rped with you before!
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:37 pm
 Bo Black Sex is like buying groceries: a pain in the a** but necessary.
My name is Bo Black, but really Bo Tucci.
But a lot of people call me Bo, Boo.
I’m 25 years old.
I only look at boys
Behind the mask is Troubled Monster.
» Things that stand out... I stand at a full 6 ft
I weight a good 185 lbs
My hair is brown and medium length
My eyes are a gorgeous blue. » The personal stuff… I love
▪ Swimming
▪ Strawberry daiquiris and pina coladas
▪ Tight clothing
▪ Mexican Food
▪ Kissing
I hate
▫ Being stalked
▫ Threesomes
▫ The cold
▫ Gummy candies
▫ When people assume he's uneducated
I’m pretty much like Bo isn't a "people person". He has friends and goes out, but generally speaking Bo likes to lounge around in his pool by himself. He can be very business like at times and is quick to blame others when things go wrong. Though Bo is masculine when it comes to sucking things up and dealing with confrontation, he's got a feminine side as well. He likes getting himself new clothes and trying new fragrances and is pretty good at shaving his body...though most of the time he's required to get waxed. He holds grudges for life and can easily get agitated. However, when Bo is freaked out, scared, or sad, he sort of regresses and depends on others. He's a leader, but only when it's convenient for him to be. » My history…. I was born on June 26th
My past made me who I am... Bo Black wasn't always Bo Black. He was born with the name Bo Tucci and lived in a relatively nice area in one of the suburbs of LA. There he lived with his mother, father, older brother Brayden and younger sister Brittany...they were all B's. Mr. Tucci made enough money for his family to live comfortably and as a result, Bo was pushed into all these activities he really didn't want to deal with. That sort of messed with Bo for a while, because although he liked to work out and play sports, Bo hated being part of a team. Sports ended up being a bust for Bo who would talk trash about all the other ten year olds on his team. Elementary school was pretty normal, but once Middle School came along, Bo started to experience some changes. Everyone was talking about girlfriends and boyfriends-and just for shits and giggles Bo had a new "girlfriend" every week, but really, he was more preoccupied impressing his best friend Justin. Bo knew there was something different about the way he viewed the other boys around him from how his friends did, but he didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until eight grade that Bo started realizing that he was gay. He noticed himself secretly glancing at his friends in the locker room and paying less and less attention to girls. So, to try and convince himself he was straight, Bo found a girl fast, and rushed into sex. From that point on Bo became the school man whore. He was ruthless and careless, he just wanted to drown in women in order to ensure his heterosexuality. High school was a weird time for Bo because he was well liked, but hated all at once. Guys liked him, though he was a bro and a beer guzzler, and girls thought he was cute, but they also knew he was an a*****e who never called girls back. And despite dealing with serious issues concerning his sexuality, Bo managed to keep his grades up. Senior year rolled on up and once Bo was accepted into Berkley he decided enough was enough. He had been in denial about his sexuality for a while but a continuos stream of wet dreams circulating around his English teacher convinced Bo to at least watch gay porn. It was like an instantaneous reaction; Bo knew he was gay. He didn't feel relieved, or lifted or anything. In the confines of his room Bo broke down and cried. He faked illness for a few days to skip school and was miserable for weeks. He didn't want to be gay, not at all. Eventually, carrying his secret became too much and Bo revealed his sexuality to his sister. She was shocked, but accepted her brother nonetheless and encouraged him to tell their parents. So Bo came out to the family later that year and it was...interesting. His mother cried, his father stayed silent and when they called Brayden who was off in Connecticut, he flipped a s**t. It ******** with Bo, who was already torn about it, but eventually everything boiled down and things were once again okay in the Tucci family. Only when Bo went to college did Bo come out of the closet fully. He got his first boyfriend, and dumped his first boyfriend who cheated on him, and channeled his aggressions in the gym. Things were fine for Bo, but during his Junior year he was anxious to find some cash in order to pay for a car. A sort of friend of a friend asked Bo about maybe posing for some softcore magazine that wouldn't show anything below the belt. Sort of curious, Bo took the job and realized pornography, wasn't such a bad market. Bo did solo shots for a while and posed for a few magazines and was eventually approached by Bill Fornters, the director of a major label. Now confident with his body, Bo decided to show some real skin, but still refrained from doing anything with other people. That same year, Bo got a boyfriend, Jordan, whom he fell in love with. They were together for eight months until Jordan found out some kids in their GSA group were jacking off to pictures of his boyfriend. Jordan practically bit Bo's head off and tried to force him to quit the industry. Angry that Jordan was trying to control him, Bo threw himself into a video and did his first on camera scene with another man. The pay was unbelievable, and so was Jordan's reaction. Bo found himself single and pissed, so he threw himself into his work. His increasing popularity helped Bo book other jobs and he switched labels and worked on a few other films. Bo graduated college and caught the eye of a certain high class designer...whom he had a sort of sexual relationship with. Once word was out Bo's career skyrocketed. He was seen as sort of high class now, and in demand. Other quasi celebrities took interest in him and Bo once again switched labels and donned the name Bo Black in order to become even more engrossed in the industry. Just as Bo's career boomed, he received a phone call from his brother asking why the ******** there were dirty pictures of his little brother all over the internet. That turned into an all out brawl within the Tucci family. No one was happy with Bo. There was a year of silence between Bo and the rest of his family, but during that same year Bo Black hit the top and was spotted with many a gay icon. He made shitloads of cash and once his family saw how well he was doing, they had to accept him. Bo Black became the face of gay porn and moved to San Fernando Vally where he switched over to the most popular gay porn company. He made his image as a top, mostly because of his large stature and personality, but eventually it was decided Bo Black needed to play the bottom in order to spice things up. The reaction was...pretty crazy. Some people loved it, some people hated it, and some people saw it as an opportunity. Little notes started popping up around Bo. All of a sudden Bo's life was in shambles, and things only got worse once he hear the words "XXX Killer". Now in need of protection, Bo has to adjust to a loss of privacy...and being the plaything of a homicidal maniac.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:54 pm
 Lucas Kale Heatherly What doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger.. Doctor told me I'm a Man.
My name is Lucas Kale Heatherly.
But a lot of people call me Luke.
I’m Twenty Six years old.
I only look at da chicks luhh me.
Behind the mask is samanthaualani.
» Things that stand out.... I stand at a full 6'1
I weight a good 191lb
My hair is dark brown and nearly bald, or a slight mohawk.
My eyes are a gorgeous brown. » The personal stuff… I love
▪ pumping iron
▪ eating
▪ rocking out on my guitar
▪ my girlfriend
▪ flirting
I hate
▫ my dad
▫ death
▫ sell out musicians
▫ any seafood
▫ whinny people
I’m pretty much like I'm a hardass, of course. I couldn't be a bodyguard if I was a softy. I'm not exactly quiet, but I'm not a man of many words. Unless I'm drunk, then I'm the person you want to shove a sock in their mouth just so they shut up for five minutes. Unless, of course, I have a lady on my mouth while I'm drunk. I'm also very protective of the people I care about, like my sister. Even if she is only my half sister, she's pretty much always been my life. I'm tough, opioninated, and a slight manwhore. » My history…. I was born on July Forth.
My past made me who I am...
I guess I should mention how my parents met, for starters. My dad was traveling for spring break from college. Apparently, his college football jacket was a huge turn on for a Hawaiian beauty on the beach. They hooked up that night and he ditched his friends to spend the rest of their stay with her. They fell in love in only a week, and then he had to head back to Georgia for college. They promised each other they'd stay in touch and find ways to see each other. But things were difficult with the time difference and everything.
Three months later she called to say that she was pregnant. He dropped out of college and flew straight to Hawaii. She was sick, really sick. The doctors didn't know until she got pregnant with me. She died six months later after having me. They might not have known each other long, but my dad swears she was the only woman he ever loved and would ever love.
Sure, he raised me just fine. Not in Hawaii, but back home in Tennessee. My grandparents helped him out and he finished at a local college. Then we moved off on our own so he could get a better job. I never felt like my dad really loved me. He looked at me with pain in his eyes and made sure that I didn't follow his footsteps. He was hard on me, harder than most dads I knew.
No, we never played catch in the backyard. He didn't teach me to drive. Or shave. Or how to woo a girl. If anything, he told me that women were trouble. That I should never, ever trust one. They were only good for sex, and even that was risky.
Pops drank a lot, I spent a lot of time locked up in my room. I saved up money from mowing lawns around town and bought a guitar. Taught myself. I blossomed into a teenager and found my dream. I wanted to be a rockstar. Dad hated the idea of it. He called me a stupid sonofabitch.
Then he knocked up some guys wife when I was seventeen and the chick left her husband for my dad. He wouldn't marry her, he wouldn't even give her the time of day. He agreed to paying child support, but didn't want anything to do with Lizzie, his daughter. I, on the other hand, saw her all the time. Blonde hair, blue eyed, fair skinned. She was beautiful, innocent. Her mom was a single mom, and accepted me as a son. I spent a lot of time over there. I played my guitar for Lizzie and eventually went to a college nearby. We couldn't really afford much else.
I studied, not sure where I wanted to head. My heart was stuck on music. I ended up dropping out of college and trying my hand at music around the age of twenty three. I didn't get far before I fell into a world of music, drugs, and sex. Knocked up some blonde, who's name still escapes me. She aborted it anyways. I only found out because some buddies overheard it. Guess it opened my eyes because I realized I couldn't live that life anymore.
Somehow, through connections, I got into the bodyguard business. And here I am. This gig with the pornstar pays bank. Of course, I thought it was gonna be some sexy chick who I'd get to watch undress. But oh no, of course not. It was some f**. Not that I'm against gays, its just not my thing, ya know? I gots the girlfriend to prove it. Jana, the beautiful girl from the hairdresser place I go to now. We've been together about a year and she's pressing for a ring, but being tied down? s**t, is it for me?
I mean, I still want to get out there in the music business, somehow... one day. I don't even know if I wanna settle down, well, ever. I mean, sure my first trip with the bands and the road wasn't exactly the best. But I hate that I ended up one of the sellouts that allowed themself to fall into that world. I wanna be in it for the music, write my own stuff, play my own stuff, sing my own stuff. I wanna hit it big and prove that you don't need all the drugs and women to make it big.
But til then, I'm stuck with that Boo or Bob or whatever his name is.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:58 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 8:22 pm
 xxxxx You'vex indicated xyour xi n t r e s t ,x I' mx e d u c a t e d x in x s e x Bo wasn't having a good week...to say the least. It was like someone had taken his life by the throat and thrown it into a wall. Bo had had to deal with some pretty major s**t before, but never like this, never anything that meant he could die. He was terrified and though Bo was a pretty good actor and wanted to keep all his anxiety and terror to himself, he was starting to slip. There was a serial killer after him, a ******** serial killer. Of course there was the possibility that his stalker was just that, a stalker, but all the patterns followed Tripple X's M.O. This was hands down the scariest experience of his life. The visual of stepping into his house, absolutely covered in pictures of him was still deeply ingrained in his mind. There wasn't a single patch of bare wall when he had entered, and something like that was meticulous, it took a psycho. And the fact that his videos were playing on every device in the house that could play them, only made it worse. It was like out of a Hitchcock film of a Stephan King novel...which meant it was serious. Bo didn't like the idea of his daily routine and overall lifestyle being compromised, but he did need protection.
Since the incident, Bo hadn't been left alone for more than thirty minutes. Currently it was going on twenty four minutes and forty five seconds, but who was counting?
The porn star but his lip nervously then mentally chastised himself for doing so. He couldn't ******** up his face when he had to do a shoot so soon. Chapped lips, or cuts on his lips whatever, would jeopardize his job. Doing anything wrong to his body would jeopardize his job.
Bo was looking a bit more professional than he usually did. If this was any other day, he'd probably be outside tanning by his pool in the nude (he wasn't allowed to get tan lines). But you couldn't meet police and bodyguards naked; they didn't appreciate it the way his fans did. So Bo opted for dark jeans and a fitted collared s**t that costed upwards of $300. Just because he was nervous, Bo had applied deodorant like six times brushed his teeth four. He worked on his hygiene when he was unnerved.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Bo tensed immediately. The police were supposed to be coming with his bodyguard but what if this wasn't the police? What if this was the XXX killer coming to do whatever to him than kill him!? He wasn't mentally prepared for death yet!
Bo calmed himself down and slowly walked to the door. He peeked his eye through the little hole and was satisfied when he saw the uniforms...and one guy dressed in normal clothes. Well that had to be his bodyguard!
Bo took a breath and opened the door. He tried to smile but it was clear he wasn't a happy camper in the slightest. If anything Bo's expression made it obvious how torn up about this he really was.
"Mr. Black this is the bodyguard you've hired through us. We gave you a rundown beforehand but he'll probably want to go over everything with you and get into specifics. We're going to leave you two alone now, but we're going to check in and keep you up to date on our progress with your case."
"Okay, thank you for everything officers." He said curtly. Bo didn't really like conversation all that much. As the police began to leave Bo turned his attention to his new bodyguard.
"Come in." He said, trying to be polite though it came off more as freaked out. "I'm Bo Black" He said before trailing into the next sentence, "...but you've probably been over who your client is already."
He didn't know how the ******** he was going to do this. Bo had weird habits that involved him walking around his house naked and now he had to abandon them all! It was like moving in with a boyfriend...without the sex. And really sex was the only good part about having a boyfriend.
Luckily Bo had taken the time to prepare for this and had set his house up accordingly. His house wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either, and Bo was petty sure his bodyguard would be as comfortable as a bodyguard could be
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:15 pm
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Lucas was sitting in the back of the police car. Oh, this was familiar. The last time he was in one of these... wait, no. He actually didn't remember the last time he was in the back of a cop car.
But the one he did remember was his first time in one, and possibly a few in between. Luke was constantly in trouble with the law back in his early twenties. Drugs did that too you. One time he was mistaken for a guy who beat a hooker to death too. That was a fun one to weasle out of.
He had to go on a two day man hunt for the guy who really did it.
Luke shook his head, nostalgia was a nasty thing sometimes.
"His names Bo Black."
"Yeah, I read my file. Porn star or whatever?"
"This kids more than just a porn star, kid. He's like, the equivalant of Brad Pitt, only in the porn world."
"So, some snotty little rich kid? Check." He had dealt with his fair share of those. Sure, he hadn't been in the business long but he had the look and he was good at what he did, so he was booked often. Plus, the connections helped him climb to the top.
"Anyways, he's not so bad."
"You watch him?"
Luke raised an eyebrow, knowing that the kid mostly stared in gay porn.
"What? No! I meant his personality."
Of course Luke knew that, but he secretly enjoyed messing with people sometimes.
The other officer chuckled.
The rest of the ride was silent, until they parked. Luke stretched when they stepped out of the car. He was dressed nicely, but not too nice. He liked to look his best, especially on the job. A nice long sleeved black polo thing and some dark jeans. He thought he'd hit casual the first day, but it wasn't odd for him to be in a casual dress suit.
The officers led him up to Bo's place and knocked, the kid looked skiddish when he opened the door.
Once the officers left and Luke walked inside he glanced around, hands in his pockets.
"Nice place." Beat his by a million. He was shacking up with some buddies in a tiny apartment complex until he saved up some more to get out on his own. That, and until he trusted himself to be alone.
"Well," He turned to the porn star he'd be following for however long it took the Popo to track down the XXXKiller. "I'm Lucas." He held out his hand, but thought twice and shoved it back into his pant pocket.
  
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to be the best
to sell out crowds
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Somehow I ended up here
in your arms.
Can you save me..
Save me, from myself?
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:00 pm
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Once in the pseudo security of his home (which was proven to be not so secure after all) Bo decided to give his bodyguard a once over. A little bigger than him, pretty cute, not bad style, okay okay, so far so good. This guy probably had a rigorous exercise regime to match Bo's, which meant they could work out together or some crap to make it all a little less awkward. He didn't know how this was going to go down. This guy looked a bit gruffer than him, which Bo was happy about because this was the man protecting him after all, but maybe he wouldn't really be happy with Bo's intense shopping sprees...or his sunbathing nude. God he was so pissed he had to give that up! No more skinny dipping...in his own yard!
"Thanks" He said quickly. Bo wasn't too chatty of a person, but he wasn't mute either.
"Lucas, got it." He said a started to move his hand to enable the shake when he saw Lucas shove his previously extended hand into his pocket.
....Okay.
"So uh, this is the living room, and that's the TV." He said pointing to what was clearly an extremely expensive plasma; Bo liked to live in style, it comforted him. "You can watch, whatever." He said not really knowing what this dude's preferences were.
"Uh, there's a pool outside which I use a lot. You can swim in it whenever." He didn't know how this worked, maybe bodyguards hung out with their clients, Bo didn't know. He was just being a polite host right now because he didn't know how else to handle the situation. Bo walked further into the house and started pointing out random, but necessary rooms. "That's a bathroom, that's also a bathroom, and there's another bathroom upstairs." He moved into the kitchen and leaned against the island counter which was decorated with an assortment of tropical fruits. "Kitchen" He said gesturing to the space around them. "Eat whatever, buy whatever, I don't care." He said starting to sound more like himself than some New England hostess. "I make drinks regularly, but they're usually pina coladas, so if you want beer or something a little rougher, I'll get you some and we can stock the fridge with the sh-stuff you like." He had almost said s**t, but it occurred to Bo that he didn't know this guy and maybe cursing right of the bat would be inappropriate.
Bo sighed.
"Okay honestly I don't know what the ******** I'm doing. Some a*****e ******** broke into my house after sending me all these weird notes and-and I don't know what the hell he wants to do to me. Just, just tell me what you need me to do in order to make you work the best you possibly can."
Bo's resolve had broken.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:47 pm
-ℓυ¢aѕ кaℓє нєaтнєrℓу
Obviously, Bo had never needed a bodyguard before. He seemed nervous, but most clients did after something traumatic happened to them so that they needed him.
But Bo was sort of giving him the grand tour and telling him what he was allowed to do with the objects. While on duty, he wasn't really supposed to leisurly swim or flip through the channels on television. Of course, he worked out, sometimes even with the clients. He had a person come in for the time in which he'd shower and kept his clients close when he needed to piss and s**t.
"Alright, listen. I appreciate the hosptality but I'm here to protect you from whatever psycho is after your a**." He sighed, walked over to where Bo was and continued. "Whats best is if you just listen to me. If I tell you to sit somewhere or stop walking in mid step, do it. Its probably in your best interest."
"I know this is new to me, you being a gay porn star or whatever you prefer to be called, which is gonna put me outside of my comfort zone but you're supposed to go about your day normally." Lucas shuddered a bit, inwardly. "I'm not supposed to intervein with your normal routine, I'm supposed to help keep your life as normal as possible." He cleared his throat.
"A glass of water would be nice, though?" Okay, this was going to be a long operation. They had to at least be somewhat business friends, right?
I had a dream, a ѕιмρℓє dream
to be the best
to sell out crowds
and sing to the мαѕѕєѕ
but I stumbled
and I crawled.
Somehow I ended up here
in your arms.
Can you save me..
Save me, from myself?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:42 pm
xxxxx You'vex indicated xyour xi n t r e s t ,x I' mx e d u c a t e d x in x s e x
Stop walking in mid step, was he really going to have to do that? Bo mentally slapped himself. Here was thinking about how weird things were when his bodyguard was telling him how to stay alive. It was like having sex but thinking about dinner (which Bo did A LOT), it ******** everything up.
Bo bit his lip. His normal routine was not something this guy was going to like...especially with the way he spoke about Bo being a gay porn star. He was going to adjust his daily routine a little, just to make them both happier.
Glass of water, well Bo could do that.
"Sure." He said and moved to the refrigerator. Bo pulled out a pitcher of water but eyes his ready made pina colada mix in the hot pink pitcher by his leftovers. He was totally going to get tipsy by the end of the day if he wanted to drink like he usually did...and maybe that wasn't the best course for today. But who was Bo kidding? One pina colada wasn't going to make him feel s**t. So Bo pulled out both pitchers and got out two glasses. He poured Lucas some water, and himself the alcoholic mix. He was definitely going to get like a liver problem...or really really fat.
"Here" He said tersely handing the man his water. Bo opened a drawer in the island and plucked out a lime green bendy straw. He put it in his drink and top his fort sip. Perfection. He had gotten really good at making these tropical drinks. Bo figured he'd tackle a cosmo next, but getting into making girly drinks was a whole new thing entirely.
He eyes Lucas inconspicuously. How the hell was this going to work? This guy didn't seem as homo embracing as Bo had hoped he was, and Bo had to work tomorrow. Bo made a slight face. It had been weird that Luke had offered his hand then taken it away, and Bo couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with his sexuality, or the fact that he exploited his sexuality.
Bo was being hunted by a serial killer and here he was wondering about how accepting his bodyguard was.
He was totally going to say something.
"So uh, listen. You seem, I'm gonna say, uncomfortable, with me being gay and being in pornography." Bo sounded so casual too. "Just so you know, I've picked up on you being heterosexual and I'm going to respect that. I will probably walk around half naked, but that doesn't mean you have to walked around like that so yeah. Also, I will need to tan by the pool naked. That's not me hitting on you, that's me not trying to get tan lines on my body." Because it would be sooooo awkward in a video or a shoot to see a pale a** accompanied by pale junk. "I'm going to try and do that less no with you here anyway." He was so bitter about it though-that was like Bo's favorite thing to do.
Luckily Bo didn't bring a lot of guys homes...he didn't really need to with his line of work, so Lucas was sparred from that.
To try and lighten the mood, Bo though he'd throw in a funny piece of information.
"But if you ever have girl issues or don't know what to wear, I can help you with that, and I'm especially capable when it comes to picking out presents for girls." It also helped the Bo kind of loved shopping for women. "And I have a discount on a lot of major brands so you can use that whenever." Bo had slept with a lot of designers...and they remembered him, and gave him perks.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 1:55 am
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Lucas watched as Bo pulled out water and a pitcher of something else. He sniffed, alcohol. He could smell it from across the room with all the partying he had done. Drinking... this early? Sure, the guy had a serial killer possibly after his a** but still.
He took his water, thanked Bo with a head nod, and sipped. He was just going to ask what he was drinking when Bo interrupted his train of thought with something a bit random.
Not to mention how straight forward he was being.
Alright, so he knew that Lucas was straight. That was good. He also tanned naked by the pool and strutted around the house the same way.
Then he offered to help with girl stuff. Jana flashed into his mind. s**t, he was supposed to call her, wasn't he? Mentally, he slapped himself.
But Jana did love her shopping... especially if he could get her designer stuff? Cheap? That'd be pretty ace.
"Thanks man, that's really cool of you." He patted him on the back before glancing over his shoulder. "Guess we should get this on you, though." Lucas pulled out a small, very subtle round button on a clear bracelet. "Strap this on your wrist, you press that button and it automatically alerts my beeper. Alright? Emergencies only." And of course it would be removed for his line of work and apparently during tanning sessions... as well as showers.
"Other than that, the police already bugged your house and put traps on the phone lines and everything. Wanna show me where the spare bedroom is?"
I had a dream, a ѕιмρℓє dream
to be the best
to sell out crowds
and sing to the мαѕѕєѕ
but I stumbled
and I crawled.
Somehow I ended up here
in your arms.
Can you save me..
Save me, from myself?
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:27 pm
xxxxx You'vex indicated xyour xi n t r e s t ,x I' mx e d u c a t e d x in x s e x
Bo took the bracelet with a puzzled expression but didn't say much. Well if it was for protection what did he have to lose? He worked the bracelet onto his wrist and gave Lucas a little nod. He just hoped he never had to use the button.
"Okay" He said tersely. Despite his little speech, Bo wasn't much of a talker. He didn't really like people, which meant he didn't like talking to them. Bo liked being on camera, and having people know who he was, he even liked shmoozing around with people who could better his career, but as far as real friendships and relationships, Bo didn't have many. Throughout his life he'd lived a variety of ways and currently Bo was a point where he'd rather be left alone. The fact that there was someone trying to kill him didn't help him either.
"This way." He said turning his back in order to walk through the house. Bo moved up the stairs and passed a few rooms before passing his own room and getting to the spare bedroom. He opened the door and stepped inside.
"Um, there isn't a bathroom in this bedroom, so you just need to use one of the ones in the hall, but you've got this TV at least." Sure enough a large plasma was attached to the wall right in front of the king sized bed.
"My room's next door and if you have laundry and I'm doing laundry at the same time, I'll just do it for you, I don't care." Well now Bo seemed a little more distant than he was previously. He didn't feel like he had anything to prove anymore and the truth was he wasn't too thrilled to have a bodyguard. Of course he needed one, and of course he'd act accordingly and whatever, but Bo wasn't happy about giving up the life he had grown accustomed too. It was like he was moving in with someone he didn't like—and it wasn't that he didn't like Lucas per se, but they weren't friends or anything. They didn't have an chemistry so far, which meant living with the man would be much more difficult.
"Is there anything else you need me to show you...or, anything?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:44 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:34 pm
xxxxx You'vex indicated xyour xi n t r e s t ,x I' mx e d u c a t e d x in x s e x
Well, that was cool with him. "Uh, I'll probably be downstairs." He said quickly before leaving the room without much thought. Bo decided to get comfortable now that he realized he really didn't have anyone to impress and went into his room. He changed into a pair of basketball shorts that reached mid thigh and an old college T-shirt. He went downstairs without much thought before mentally slapping himself. He left his stupid phone in his room. Bo grudgingly moved back up the stairs and grabbed his i-phone, which was taunting him by being right on his ******** bed starring at him.
"b***h" He muttered under his breath referring to of course his phone. Bo then made his way all the way downstairs yet again, and grabbed his pina colada which was on his counter before finally reaching his destination, the living room. Bo threw himself onto the couch and grabbed the remote. He flipped though the channels idly and motioned to sip his drink out of the straw without looking. Bad idea. As soon as Bo went in, the straw missed his puckered lips and dove straight into his nose.
"Ah" He said quietly. Stupid straw. After getting a grip of things, Bo tried to drink again and the straw ended up attacking his other nostril. This time Bo looked at the straw and put his mouth around it. What was the damn thing going to go into next, his a*****e?
TV, as usual, wasn't looking good. There was nothing except for a cooking show that was all in Japanese and like, a show about ugly drug addicts that just happened to be gay. Nice job LOGO, Bo wanted to watch some movie with bad actors about an unhealthy gay relationship, not this s**t. Oh, Say Yes To the Dress was on! Bo had a fascination with wedding dress shows because he marveled in how ugly the dresses were that the girls picked out. Not that Bo was getting married anytime soon, or going to be wearing a dress to his wedding, but if he was going to try out cross dressing (which he didn't think he was) he would NOT let those consultants anywhere near him.
Bo threw his leg over the couch casually, which in turn exposed a little leg. He made a face. Bo was not entertained. Just for kicks, Bo lifted the elastic bands of both his shorts and underwear to examine his 'cash n' prizes' and all the stuff that came with it. Well s**t, his happy trail was growing back in! Bo was never bushy, but he was so fickle about hair, especially down there, that anytime he needed to snip or shave or whatever, he did.
Lucas seemed liked he'd be taking a while anyway, so Bo figured he had time to groom himself. Leaving the couch, and sadly his alcohol, Bo produced both shaving cream, a razor, and a shitload of paper towels. He jumped onto the couch and almost shaved off his eyebrow in the process, but quickly got back into his one leg up on his back position. Bo tugged his pants down a little to revel the top part of his no no spot and went to work apply shaving cream. Bo carefully rid himself of all traces of a happy trail then dove into the real work. He'd done this many a time so it was second nature to him now; Bo didn't really have to pay attention, so he watched Say Yes To the Dress as he shaved his crotch.
If Lucas decided to come downstairs, he'd see Bo, shaving his junk and drinking a pina colada while watching a show about wedding dresses. What was classier than that?
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