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 Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:13 pm
There was a skip in the lithe man’s steps as he headed down the street on his way to work. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, most people were heading home for dinner, but this one was going out. Though there was a chill in the autumn air he wore no coat, only long gloves that went up above his elbows, nearly meeting with the .sleeveless shirt that clung to his torso. His legs were covered by knee-high black leather boots that laced from his heal, straight up the back of his leg, meeting with the faux laces on the thigh-high stockings that were hooked to a pair of revealing shorts held up by a wide belt. There were a good many women who would not be caught dead in such an outfit as this slender, sliver haired man wore, but he was more comfortable in it than anything else.
This was his first day of work. He had obtained the job almost as soon as he had arrived in this city mere days before. But it appeared his name had been mentioned even to the owners of night clubs so far from his previous home as this one, so he had been hired by the first man to interview him. The only problem was that he had made his new employer promise not to put up any signs advertising him for at least a month. He had come far to get away from the man who had practically shadowed his every step, he did not want to have to deal with him again.
Of course, his employer was not terribly happy with this, but when the dancer had told him the reason he had been more than happy to suspend any mention of him. He did not want to loose such a valuable employee.
So the lithe man felt secure as he headed to work that evening. He felt certain that his stalker had not managed to follow him this far, and with a new crowd to perform for, his day could not be any better.
It was a short three block walk from his apartment to the club, the shortest commute he had had in a long time. Every penny he had saved at his previous job had been spent getting here and on the down-payment for that apartment, though. He would have to hope he didn’t need to buy food for a few days at least.
Only a few minutes after leaving his building the silver-haired dancer arrived at the club and headed around back to the employee entrance. He could see that there were already humans starting to trickle in to get drunk and see that night’s show. Avoiding their sight, he slipped down the back alley and pulled open the back door to the club.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:20 am
The day had been long and filled with stresses of running a successful self Con business and having fortunately taken in more than his usual swag for the day, Lyndsay was quite looking forward to finally sitting down, having a strong drink and having a bit of entertainment. Naturally he would only go to his favorite club. The place was known for its extravagant and well skilled exotic dancers, though Lyndsay couldn't help but feel that the acts were becoming a bit tedious. They would have to come up with some new materieal and he intended to have a word with the owner to fix the issue.
The tall blonde unlocked the door to his loft apartment and lobbed tiredly through the door, dropping his coat upon the hanger near the door, he threw his keys in the wire basket on the table beside the hanger. With a small groan, Lyndsay then found his way to the plush leather couch in his living room and plopped down heavily into its cushion. For nearly half an hour he sat there with his eyes closed, resting his tired body, relieving the aches in his feet and head, before sitting up long enough to lean forward to the coffee table and take up a cigarette to his lips and light it quickly. The man took a great long drag from the burning cylinder but then quickly snuffed it out as he stood and returned to the door, taking up his coat and keys and exited promptly. He had a date with some expensive vodka and was loathe to be late.
Some time later he arrived at the club as one of the more bright and handsome customers. It was widely known that the club was very particular when it came to choosing its customers and if it said anything that Lyndsay was able to walk right in without so much as placing himself in the line, he was definitely one of the favorite or generous of the clubs frequents. It was a gift in Lyndsay's mind to be honored in such a small way for all his hard work over the years and he was determined, as always, to fully enjoy himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:37 pm
The new dancer easily got on with the others as they all dressed and did themselves up backstage. People in their form of employment often had many things in common. And the new one had a lot of questions about his new job and city. They got on well, going on stage one-by-one, or some in small groups.
Mellion, the new dancer, would be going on solo this time. He hadn't had time in his very few days in town to practice any of the choreographed routines yet. Finally it was his turn to go on stage and he happily went out. He always enjoyed preforming for a new audience. There was a reaction he got from all new viewers that never happened the second time they saw him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:25 pm
After a long day in court Kaile decided to go out for the night. He dropped all his court stuff off at home and got changed. When he was all cleaned up he garbed a cote and left. instead of his normal spot he decided to go to a club near bye that he had recently herd off. He parked his car and entered the club. It wasn't the type of play he would normally go to but he found a seat and made himself conferrable removing his cote. ones he had his drink he looked over his shoulder at the dancer on stage.
' Not bad.' He thought to himself. he garbed his drink and went over to a closer seat. Kaile had had other relationships with guys before but non of them lasted vary long. The boy on the stage now wasn't to bad looking but didn't look like he was vary miter either. Kaile whistled at the boy for the hell of it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 10:19 pm
Mellion grinned when he heard the whistle from the audience. From where he was on stage with the harsh lights on him it was difficult to see anyone beyond the first row, but he made sure to wink in the direction from which the whistle had come. He loved his job.
He heard the music change and moved to the edge of the stage. Time to make some extra money and see what sort of men this club had to offer for dinner.
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