Post by NotAlice on Feb 6, 2012 16:22:30 GMT -5
A little something of an idea that has been buzzing around in my head for a while now and has only grown a lot stronger since some of the crazy/weird crap that I've been reading on a borrowed *cough*stolen*cough* kindle recently.
Any ways, due to all the crazy-ass laptop problems from November and the fact that the power cord is buggered to hell on the ancient box replacement, I'm in need of a safe place to store ideas and little bits and pieces. This seems to me to be the perfect place. I trust you people!
Anyways, there's hardly anything to it and I'm running out of time as that little battery icon in the corner creeps slowly closer and closer to 0% and the wire cable is still laughing at me and telling me to fuck off 'cause it doesn't want to do its job. It's save time!
(Some fictional characters need to get out of my head soon before they explode my mind with their awesomeness. I therefore steal them from the rightful owners and twist their identities into a whole new being, yet not... <3 They be mine now!)
Chapter One:
James breathed deep and let the club air fill his lungs, thick and heavy and reeking of sex. He let the breath out slowly through his nose and closed his eyes. Even from the back room of the club the noise and smell of the main room was inescapable. Within seconds of closing the door behind him the general atmosphere of the building had sunk deep into his skin, into his very being. It wiped away his life, his identity. The James his friends knew - the chilled out, easy going, life-is-easy guy, was gone. That James was gone as soon as he left them and headed back to the house he pretended was home, his personal hell. But there, in the club, both those lives vanished. He was James. The stripper.
He couldn't say he hated his job, some parts of it were okay and some of the people were fairly nice too. He couldn't say he loved his job either.
He sighed and shrugged his coat off, throwing it hap-hazardously over the nearest chair and headed for his locker to grab his 'uniform' for the evening.
It hadn't been his first choice of job that was for sure. He'd applied to a couple of places and been given the job. A call center, a shop, a bar... then his father found out.
Anger burned deep to his core and he almost shook with hatred at the very thought of the man. The monster.
Any job with paperwork and his bank details. Then he was screwed. As soon as he had the job set he lost it again because of that one man. The club was different. It didn't want all the details. It encouraged semi-fake identities. It paid cash in hand. In a word, it was perfect. Just what he needed... if only it wasn't for a strip club...
He pulled his clothes off and replaced them with the standard skin tight leather pants and open shirt, buttons ripped off long ago. He didn't care about using the small changing room at the side of the room. What would be the point? Even if someone did walk in while he was changing it would just be one of his fellow strippers and, due to the nature of the job, what could he hide that hadn't already been seen before? He's long since lost those inhibitions.
Once his things were tucked safely away in his locker he headed towards the mirror on the back wall of the room and ran a hand through thick, dark hair and sighed. Untamable as usual. A quick bit of gel helped but it still looked a mess. He didn't care.
The full length mirror reflected his alter ego back at him. He could see in his face all the memory and pain that lingered with him and tried to force it away, get into the mindset of the evening. He wasn't James the chilled out guy. He wasn't James the loathed and regretted second child. He was James the stripper; there to entertain the masses, make money, and act like the world revolved around sex. A simple job...
Pushing the emotion from his face he distanced himself from what he saw and analyzed his reflection like it was a stranger who was standing in front of him. Now, he needed to become that stranger. A stranger from his own life.
The guy who stared back at him, in total truth, was pretty hot. The leather pants that clung to his skin fit perfectly, and the ripped open shirt showed well-toned muscles and a rippling stomach. His hair fell over his eyes in a way that would, with the heat and atmosphere from the main room, look sexy with perspiration layering his skin. The face showed an almost cocky, arrogant look in a 'I'm sexy and I know it way'.
James stepped back. Transformation complete. Party time.
*SKIP*
He slid his arms around Danny's neck and down his chest, letting his fingers drag along his waistband. Then he applied a little more pressure, his fingernails snagging over the plains of his stomach and chest, before his arms wrapped loosely around Danny's neck. With each new movement James could hear the other mans' breath catch, his breathing becoming more ragged than before. He hummed his appreciation in Danny's ear.
"Tell me what you want Danny," His voice was scarcely more than a whisper, just say loud enough for the two of them to hear over the noise. "Tell me how you want it."
Danny groaned and his head fell back revealing more of his neck to James.
He ceased the moment and leaned closer, breathing steadily but heavily and watching the shudders that ran through his body. It was just too easy to get a reaction out of Danny. "Tell me."
His reply was breathy and jagged. "I want you. Fuck you." He groaned.
James laughed softly. "You want to fuck me? To you want to bend me over this sofa and fuck me right here? In front of everyone? Fuck me till I scream and everyone knows I came at your cock buried deep inside me?"
Another groan, deeper this time. "Fuck yes."
James bit gently on Danny's ear before dragging his tongue around the shell of it. "What first, Danny? Do you want me on my knees? Do you want to watch me suck that gorgeous cock of yours? Do you want me to lick you? Suck you?" His tongue did another slow lap of his ear before his continued his sultry whisper. "Do you want to watch your cock sliding in and out of my mouth as you fuck my face? Mmm, I bet you taste so good." He hovered at his ear, and breathed deep.
Dirty talk. He had it down to an art form.
James slid one hand down Danny's stomach and pulled his shirt out of his waistband. "Use your hand."
Danny obeyed. His hands went to his zipper and within seconds he'd freed himself from the refines of his pants. His bulging erection stood to attention. James blew a stream of cold air towards him. "Close your eyes. Picture me." He ran his tongue over the shell of Danny's ear for a third time. "Image that's me down there, on my knees. That I've wrapped my hands around your massive cock. That's it." Danny's hands started to move slowly along his shaft. "So big." James purred.
Another groan. "More."
James smiled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Suck me." The reply was little more than a shallow breath, but James heard him clearly. The rest of the room had been drowned out, pushed from their minds.
"Mmm, picture me licking you all the way from your balls right the way up. That's it. Just before the top." He laughed as Danny's hand mimicked his words, and at the frustrated groan he emitted as his hand stopped just before the sensitive tip.
"Stop teasing."
"But teasing you is so much fun, Danny. I love watching you squirm as I tease you - as I give you want you want but just not quite enough. I love licking you base to tip, just avoiding where you want it most." Danny whimpered. James leaned even closer, if that was possible. "Do you know why? Because I love watching your face - your reaction - when I finally flick my tongue over the tip of that huge cock, and when I run my tongue all the way around it. Do you like that?"
James once again licked Danny's ear, mimicking his words. He'd learned that little trick when he started. He'd never thought of the ears and that sensitive bit of skin just behind them as being a particularly erotic area before he started working at the club, but he'd been pleasantly surprised to find that paying close attention to that small area created great responses. As he repeated the action, Danny let out another long moan, his hand still sliding up and down over his shaft.
James hummed again. "I'll take that as a yes. What now? Do you want me to go slowly? Or should I go all the way? Do you want me to take you deep into my throat, swallow as much of that huge cock as I can take? Do you want to plunge your cock as hard and fast into my throat as I can take it? Feel it hitting off the back of my throat as my tongue keeps licking over you. Will you fuck me so deep I'll feel your balls slapping against my face? Hmm? Tell me what you want Danny. Tell me how you want to fuck me."
Any ways, due to all the crazy-ass laptop problems from November and the fact that the power cord is buggered to hell on the ancient box replacement, I'm in need of a safe place to store ideas and little bits and pieces. This seems to me to be the perfect place. I trust you people!
Anyways, there's hardly anything to it and I'm running out of time as that little battery icon in the corner creeps slowly closer and closer to 0% and the wire cable is still laughing at me and telling me to fuck off 'cause it doesn't want to do its job. It's save time!
(Some fictional characters need to get out of my head soon before they explode my mind with their awesomeness. I therefore steal them from the rightful owners and twist their identities into a whole new being, yet not... <3 They be mine now!)
Chapter One:
James breathed deep and let the club air fill his lungs, thick and heavy and reeking of sex. He let the breath out slowly through his nose and closed his eyes. Even from the back room of the club the noise and smell of the main room was inescapable. Within seconds of closing the door behind him the general atmosphere of the building had sunk deep into his skin, into his very being. It wiped away his life, his identity. The James his friends knew - the chilled out, easy going, life-is-easy guy, was gone. That James was gone as soon as he left them and headed back to the house he pretended was home, his personal hell. But there, in the club, both those lives vanished. He was James. The stripper.
He couldn't say he hated his job, some parts of it were okay and some of the people were fairly nice too. He couldn't say he loved his job either.
He sighed and shrugged his coat off, throwing it hap-hazardously over the nearest chair and headed for his locker to grab his 'uniform' for the evening.
It hadn't been his first choice of job that was for sure. He'd applied to a couple of places and been given the job. A call center, a shop, a bar... then his father found out.
Anger burned deep to his core and he almost shook with hatred at the very thought of the man. The monster.
Any job with paperwork and his bank details. Then he was screwed. As soon as he had the job set he lost it again because of that one man. The club was different. It didn't want all the details. It encouraged semi-fake identities. It paid cash in hand. In a word, it was perfect. Just what he needed... if only it wasn't for a strip club...
He pulled his clothes off and replaced them with the standard skin tight leather pants and open shirt, buttons ripped off long ago. He didn't care about using the small changing room at the side of the room. What would be the point? Even if someone did walk in while he was changing it would just be one of his fellow strippers and, due to the nature of the job, what could he hide that hadn't already been seen before? He's long since lost those inhibitions.
Once his things were tucked safely away in his locker he headed towards the mirror on the back wall of the room and ran a hand through thick, dark hair and sighed. Untamable as usual. A quick bit of gel helped but it still looked a mess. He didn't care.
The full length mirror reflected his alter ego back at him. He could see in his face all the memory and pain that lingered with him and tried to force it away, get into the mindset of the evening. He wasn't James the chilled out guy. He wasn't James the loathed and regretted second child. He was James the stripper; there to entertain the masses, make money, and act like the world revolved around sex. A simple job...
Pushing the emotion from his face he distanced himself from what he saw and analyzed his reflection like it was a stranger who was standing in front of him. Now, he needed to become that stranger. A stranger from his own life.
The guy who stared back at him, in total truth, was pretty hot. The leather pants that clung to his skin fit perfectly, and the ripped open shirt showed well-toned muscles and a rippling stomach. His hair fell over his eyes in a way that would, with the heat and atmosphere from the main room, look sexy with perspiration layering his skin. The face showed an almost cocky, arrogant look in a 'I'm sexy and I know it way'.
James stepped back. Transformation complete. Party time.
*SKIP*
He slid his arms around Danny's neck and down his chest, letting his fingers drag along his waistband. Then he applied a little more pressure, his fingernails snagging over the plains of his stomach and chest, before his arms wrapped loosely around Danny's neck. With each new movement James could hear the other mans' breath catch, his breathing becoming more ragged than before. He hummed his appreciation in Danny's ear.
"Tell me what you want Danny," His voice was scarcely more than a whisper, just say loud enough for the two of them to hear over the noise. "Tell me how you want it."
Danny groaned and his head fell back revealing more of his neck to James.
He ceased the moment and leaned closer, breathing steadily but heavily and watching the shudders that ran through his body. It was just too easy to get a reaction out of Danny. "Tell me."
His reply was breathy and jagged. "I want you. Fuck you." He groaned.
James laughed softly. "You want to fuck me? To you want to bend me over this sofa and fuck me right here? In front of everyone? Fuck me till I scream and everyone knows I came at your cock buried deep inside me?"
Another groan, deeper this time. "Fuck yes."
James bit gently on Danny's ear before dragging his tongue around the shell of it. "What first, Danny? Do you want me on my knees? Do you want to watch me suck that gorgeous cock of yours? Do you want me to lick you? Suck you?" His tongue did another slow lap of his ear before his continued his sultry whisper. "Do you want to watch your cock sliding in and out of my mouth as you fuck my face? Mmm, I bet you taste so good." He hovered at his ear, and breathed deep.
Dirty talk. He had it down to an art form.
James slid one hand down Danny's stomach and pulled his shirt out of his waistband. "Use your hand."
Danny obeyed. His hands went to his zipper and within seconds he'd freed himself from the refines of his pants. His bulging erection stood to attention. James blew a stream of cold air towards him. "Close your eyes. Picture me." He ran his tongue over the shell of Danny's ear for a third time. "Image that's me down there, on my knees. That I've wrapped my hands around your massive cock. That's it." Danny's hands started to move slowly along his shaft. "So big." James purred.
Another groan. "More."
James smiled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Suck me." The reply was little more than a shallow breath, but James heard him clearly. The rest of the room had been drowned out, pushed from their minds.
"Mmm, picture me licking you all the way from your balls right the way up. That's it. Just before the top." He laughed as Danny's hand mimicked his words, and at the frustrated groan he emitted as his hand stopped just before the sensitive tip.
"Stop teasing."
"But teasing you is so much fun, Danny. I love watching you squirm as I tease you - as I give you want you want but just not quite enough. I love licking you base to tip, just avoiding where you want it most." Danny whimpered. James leaned even closer, if that was possible. "Do you know why? Because I love watching your face - your reaction - when I finally flick my tongue over the tip of that huge cock, and when I run my tongue all the way around it. Do you like that?"
James once again licked Danny's ear, mimicking his words. He'd learned that little trick when he started. He'd never thought of the ears and that sensitive bit of skin just behind them as being a particularly erotic area before he started working at the club, but he'd been pleasantly surprised to find that paying close attention to that small area created great responses. As he repeated the action, Danny let out another long moan, his hand still sliding up and down over his shaft.
James hummed again. "I'll take that as a yes. What now? Do you want me to go slowly? Or should I go all the way? Do you want me to take you deep into my throat, swallow as much of that huge cock as I can take? Do you want to plunge your cock as hard and fast into my throat as I can take it? Feel it hitting off the back of my throat as my tongue keeps licking over you. Will you fuck me so deep I'll feel your balls slapping against my face? Hmm? Tell me what you want Danny. Tell me how you want to fuck me."
