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Post by ross fredrick paterson on Apr 5, 2010 2:55:49 GMT
 slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Beads of sweat rolled down the skin of an eighteen year old, causing it to glisten under the lights. The air was humid and it smelled of sex, booze and sweat. Jesus, this club was always filled to the brim with perverts and couples just looking for a good time. This was his job, he was here to entertain people no matter what they wanted. Of course the club had it's own regulations as to what was allowed, but that didn't always stop some of these people. His body swayed to the beat, slowly peeling off his clothes at the night progressed eventually working his way out of his pants and dancing around in a pair of underwear that almost looked too small for him.
Hey, baby? What's cracking? Who ya macking? Whatcha doing? Who ya screwing? Whatcha drinking? Whatcha thinking? Hey, baby! Say my name, play your game. Wanna do me? Wanna screw me? I'm your pet, make me wet
The techno music pounded out from speakers placed in the corners of the dance floor and stage, a mix of chairs and tables scattered out and about to give people the luxury of sitting down or huddling up in some booth while others partied away. Working around the pole, he leaned in close as one person shoved some bills into his undies. All the grouping and dancing was going to tire him out, but he could deal with it. The money was alright and well, getting naked in front of other people was kinda fun. Not like anyone would bitch him out for it.
status • complete
word count • 263
tag • dally boy
notes • don't eat the poor boy, he's awkward.
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by dallas carter presley on Apr 5, 2010 18:12:02 GMT
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Dallas really wasn't looking forward to this. Why he had agreed to it in the first place, he really didn't know. But it was too late to back out now. When his friend, Adam, had called him and invited him to go out with a big bunch of Adam's other friends that night, he had hesitantly agreed. He had been feeling brave at the moment. Adam refused to say where they were going -- "It's a surprise!" He had chirped excitedly. That's when Dally started to regret saying yes.
They were on the subway now, on their way downtown. Dallas had managed to work out that they were going to a club of some sort -- he didn't know what kind, though. Adam's friends kept mentioning "Heaven". Was that the name of the club...? Dally had never heard of it before. It sounded innocent enough, though. He was determined just to go and have a good time. Maybe if he got a few drinks in his system, it wouldn't be so bad. The subway stopped, and they all got out. Adam linked arms with him as they walked up the stairs to the street. "It's just down the street here. You're gonna have so much fun." Adam said. Dallas just nodded and smiled nervously.
They reached the front of the club within a few minutes, and there was a line out the door. Ten minutes of waiting, and they were finally let in. It wasn't until the bouncer opened the door for them that Dallas glanced up at the neon sign above the door: "HEAVEN: London's #1 Gay Club!" and it was too late to protest then. Adam was tugging him inside the club by his wrist. He was immediately hit by a wave of pumping techno music and sweat-stained air. He held his breath, his eyes impossibly wide. Shit, a gay club? Really? This was not his scene, he couldn't handle this... There were people that looked two seconds away from stripping down and fucking on the dance floor. Adam spoke, "Hey, I'm gonna go get drinks, you go get comfortable and enjoy the show." Motioning to the stage.
Dallas' eyes got even wider, and he was about to protest, 'No, don't leave me!', but Adam was gone. He looked around, on the verge of panicking, and before he knew it, found his feet taking him towards the stage with a mind of their own. He hadn't looked at who was up there yet, but when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks, no more than ten feet away. Was that...? No, no, it couldn't possibly... But it certainly looked like the boy in the picture on the cbox... He stood motionless, mouth hanging open slightly, unsure what to believe. That couldn't possibly be Ross... could it?
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Post by ross fredrick paterson on Apr 6, 2010 23:44:27 GMT
slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Ross let his body sway and bend to the music in an attempt to seduce the people who were focusing on the stage. His mind had occasionally drifted to the computer and his chat conversations with the people on there. Why had he said that? Not everyone was gay and not everyone wanted sex so why had he gone and said that the guy would end up in here one day? Then again, it wasn’t like he had come right out said that he was a stripper because that would have been bad. Admitting your profession to a complete stranger was definitely a bad idea unless it brought in business of course, and then there was nothing wrong with that.
Delicate fingers gripped at the metal pole and pulled his body in, twirling and grinding up against the pole, teasing his body for another’s viewing pleasure. Normally he never cared for whoever watched, but today for some damn reason he wanted to catch a glimpse at everyone watching him. With the bright lights sometimes it was hard to get a good look at whoever was watching him, but someone stood out against the norm. There was… a teenager? Well, Ross had assumed they were a teenager again, they looked rather awkward even though his eyes were focused on Ross as he navigated his way around the pole.
Raising his arms above his head, he let his back slide down against the pole, giving the male a better look at who was in front of hi. Shit. Was that the kid he had been talking to in the cbox? Not good at all.
At any rate, Ross really couldn't understand why in the hell he was panicking about something like this. He wasn't even sure if it was actually the guy he spent time talking to in the cbox. There was only one way he would find out and that was to talk with this guy. Even if it wasn't Dallas, he should still at least try and entertain him because he looked scared as hell here.
Eyes glanced over as another dancer wormed their way onto stage, giving the eighteen year old the signal that his shift was over and he was free to go. He took his chance to run to the back of the club and try and clean up, slipping on a tee-shirt and some board shorts before coming back out and hunting for the guy. Ah, there he was. Walking over towards him, he tapped on his shoulder slightly, "Hey, you lost or something? You look scared out of your mind."
status • complete
muse • 10/10
word count • 434.
tag • dallysarus<3
notes • don't eat the poor boy, he's awkward.
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by dallas carter presley on Apr 11, 2010 5:55:15 GMT
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Dallas shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. God, this was awkward. Why the hell was he here? Adam obviously couldn't be trusted. He made a mental note to never accept any invitation from him ever again. He was going to be eternally scarred from this... People were staring at him, he was sure, considering he was just standing there, looking comparable to a guy in a white shirt amidst hundreds in black. He was positive that at least one person was staring. And that person was the young man up on the stage, worming his way down a pole. Dallas shivered under the gaze.
It couldn't be Ross, it just couldn't. Ross had seemed nice, polite even. Strippers weren't polite. They were lewd, uncanny, always thinking that they were the most sexy thing in the entire universe, and no one else could possibly compare. At least... that's what Dallas had been told, once, by his mother.
Another dancer came on the stage, and Dalls watched as the one who had been staring walked off -- he refused to think of him as Ross. But anyways, now that he was gone, Dallas figured he should do something other than just stand there. He looked around for Adam, but didn't spot him. Damn it, he couldn't just leave, his friend might get worried. But God, he did not want to stay here. He needed a drink, or.. something. Anything.
He was about to walk over to the bar when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He whipped around, expecting to see Adam, but no. It was Ro-- the guy from the stage. He had clothes on now, thank god. He spoke, and Dallas blinked. "I, uhm..." he began, shifting on his feet. "I kind of am. Scared, I mean. I've never been here." His voice was awkward, stuttering, Australian accent more obvious than day. He paused a long moment, then suddenly his curiosity took over his sensibility, and he couldn't help but to ask. "Uhm... Is your name Ross, by any chance...?"
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Post by ross fredrick paterson on Apr 14, 2010 2:14:27 GMT
slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] A small smile fell upon Ross’ lips as he listened to the other male speak. His voice was rather sweet, an innocent Australian accent showing through his stumbling and awkward speech. The eighteen year old thought that he sounded rather cute and his own smile grew to a larger, more playful one as he watched the man. ”Aha, I can kind of tell. Maybe this isn’t the best of places for you, hm?” Blinking a little, he took a step back to examine the male in front of him he seemed to have been ready for clubbing. He swept some brown hair away from eyes his and did another once-over the other male. Damn cute.
Though the next words out of his mouth caused the teenager to blush and scratch at the back of his head awkwardly. Shifting his weight to one foot, he gave a bit of embarrassed look to the other, wondering how he had figured that out. ”G-guess I’ve been caught…” Ross silently wished that it would have been darker in the club so that no one would have been able to see his blush. The only reason he had kept his job as a stripper was because no one had ever come in here and knew who he was. The fact that someone knew his name was a shock as well as a reminder that he was bound to run into someone eventually. ”How’d you find th- oh… you’re Dallas aren’t you? Crap. This is so embarrassing!”
Things were starting to go downhill from here and he wanted to get far away from the club before someone else recognized him. Then again, the poor boy was probably just becoming paranoid because of what had just occurred. He didn’t even know if he was talking to Dallas, all he had done was assume and it could land him into a pile of trouble. ”This is kinda awkward, you wanna go out for some coffee or something? This isn’t exactly the first impression I want to give people.” There was a little coffee shop nearby and it would give him a chance to get out, he could even hang out with someone who wasn’t even looking for sex. Or was he? Augh, well whatever he’d figure it out eventually.
status • complete
muse • 7/10
word count • 381.
tag • dallysarus<3
notes • coffee is icky.
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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Post by dallas carter presley on Apr 23, 2010 0:08:39 GMT
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Dallas shook his head at the younger male's first question. No, this certainly was not the place for him, he felt like he was about to die. Sex was in the air, and it was suffocating. God, stupid Adam, what had he been thinking? ... But then again, Dallas thought, it wasn't like Adam knew about his aversion to sex, nor the reasoning for it. So it wasn't his fault, it wasn't fair for Dallas to blame him. The man sighed to himself, knowing that the fault was his own. He should've warned his friend that he didn't want to be going to no raunchy, sexy clubs.
The boy answered him, and immediately, Dallas's blue eyes went wide. Shit, so it really was him. Dallas had been hoping so hard that it wasn't... Ross? A stripper? It just didn't fit. Like he said before, the boy seemed so nice. Dally wet his lips, seeing Ross blush. Obviously he wasn't proud to be caught. At least there was that. Dallas wouldn't know what to do if he met someone who openly flaunted such a profession. It was so... lewd. Ross started to speak again, then cut himself off with another sentence. Then it was Dallas's turn to blush. Oh God, he recognized him. He gave a small, slow nod, then smiled weakly in shame.
Well, Ross had said that he would end up in his workplace someday. That sentence made more sense now. What Ross didn't know was that Dalls would have avoided it at all possible costs, if it was up to him. The boy asked him a question, and Dallas shifted awkwardly, thinking for a moment. Did he really want to be associated with such a person...? The second he thought it, he slapped himself internally. How stereotypical. Just because he was a stripper, didn't mean he was a bad person. He had promised he wasn't going to judge Ross, no matter what job he held. Now here he was, being a complete hypocrite. He swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah, that'd... that'd be nice." He said awkwardly, remaining motionless for only a second more before he turned and immediately hurried back to the exit, not even bothering to look back to see if Ross was following. He didn't care, he just wanted out of there, right now, and this was his chance. When he was out the doors, though, he did turn, waiting for the other male to catch up. "There's uh... a shop just down the road, right? I think I've been there before." He asked quietly.
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Post by ross fredrick paterson on Apr 25, 2010 18:43:22 GMT
slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center] Now that Ross thought about it, was this really a good idea to be taking the other male out? The eighteen year old had figured that the young man had come to the club with someone only because he was acting so bloody uncomfortable. He ran fingers through his brown hair, messing up the precious strands on his head before following Dallas out of the club. Boy could Dallas move! The older male had practically run out of the club and almost gave Ross a bit of trouble trying not to lose track of him amongst the crowd. Pushing past the door, the young stripper finally made his way outside.
Cold air attacked his body, chilling the male to the bone. It was definitely a contrasting temperature compared to the hot and sweaty club life that he was so accustomed to. Rubbing his arm slightly, the boy did his best to warm himself up before once again focusing his attention on Dallas. ”Yeah, there’s something on the corner. It’s a cute little café,” he replied softly, taking the chance to look at the other male being bathed in streetlight. He wet his lips a little and looked away before offering his arm to Dallas. ”Erm… shall we get going then?” In all honesty, Ross hated drinking coffee. It was rather bitter and it didn’t suit the boy’s sweet tooth, especially when Elijah kept feeding his roommate with tons of sweet stuff.
He waited for just a tiny bit longer before starting down the sidewalk, taking his time walking towards the small café. Mm, god the eighteen year old might have to get some cheesecake to balance out the coffee he was going to get. Shaking his head gently he looked down at his feet as the boy struggled to come up with something to talk about. ”So I’m… sorry you had to see that. Probably wasn’t very appealing was it?”
status • complete
muse • 2/10
word count • 320.
tag • dallysarus<3
notes • wtfff.
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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