Precious
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
3,813
Reviews:
51
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Thank you for the reviews. I love reviews. They help me aim the story in the right direction. Here are som tips that I feel will help you understand my inspiration for this story.
Inspiration came the following:
Stonewall
Soldier’s Girl
Scarface
Plata Quemada
If you think you know where this is going, you have no idea. After chapter 5, the story will spin into a rather AU zone. Just to let you know.
He’d finished his dance for the night, climbing off to the stage and began to wade through the tables. There were rules at Leo’s. Rules like: no grabbing the dancers, no propositioning inside the club, no hook-ups inside the building and no peddling smack. The rules actually made him feel safe. Or really as safe and secure as you can feel when you look out at the sea of patrons who were certainly old enough to be his father or grandfather.
Leo waved him over to the bar. The older man stood flipping through his little notebook he always carried. He was always on top of things. Nothing happened in his club without him knowing or somehow orchestrating it.
“I got someone lined up for you tonight. Room 5.” He said without looking up from his book.
He huffed slightly. His feet hurt and the prospect of going home was really driving him to finish. “Leo, come on. I’m done for the night.”
“No, Nicky. Your’re not.” The older man actually turned to look at him. Leo used his real name. He only did that when he wanted to either warn Nicky or reassert his place as the boss. Either way, Leo wasn’t one to do something selfish without having something good in store for the person doing the deed.
“Alright.” Nick replies. He tried to not hobble for to the room, but it was hard. Tonight, he worked the main stage four times, dressed like a cross between a gypsy boy and a Persian eunuch. His eyes were outlined in black liner, his lips glossy from too much viscous stick gloss, and the costume only existent on his upper arms and starting at the indentation of his hips.
So, he walked on. Passing the tables of solitary men, very rarely did they have more than two tables full of three men or more. He reached room five after taking a detour down a dimmed corridor. He should have been nervous, but he was more tired than anxious. A deep breath.
“Just do it.” Nick chanted.
He opened the door. He walked inside, moving quickly enough to stand near the man who wanted him to dance without actually seeing his face.
He turned on the music. Something soft, melodic and virtually erotic filled the air. He turned his attention to the man. Nick walked towards the man, the whole time his eyes partially looking downwards without truly seeing him. The patron opened his legs, giving Nick just enough space to stand in between and begin to dance. His body swayed, dipped, gyrated lightly. A slight sheen of sweat covered his body as he continued to move. Sometimes, he rolled his body close enough to feel the body heat of the other man. No reaction was apparent.
Nick eased off and swayed between the man’s spread legs. With the natural darkness of the room combined with the man’s strategic seating, his face was darkened by the shadow cast over his head and down his chest.
Curious as Nick was he kept his distance. His hands lightly traveled down the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders. Tentative fingertips began to trail down the man’s long suited arms, but stopped when Nick heard a whisper.
Nick shook his head, unsure he actually heard anything.
“Look at me, Precious.” A voice commanded. It was tone deep and smooth.
He did.
Their eyes were locked for the rest of the dance. He pushed closer to the man. Nick became entranced by the patron’s dark rich chocolate eyes.
And the dance continued.
TBC/?
Please review. Reviews are like my candy!
Inspiration came the following:
Stonewall
Soldier’s Girl
Scarface
Plata Quemada
If you think you know where this is going, you have no idea. After chapter 5, the story will spin into a rather AU zone. Just to let you know.
He’d finished his dance for the night, climbing off to the stage and began to wade through the tables. There were rules at Leo’s. Rules like: no grabbing the dancers, no propositioning inside the club, no hook-ups inside the building and no peddling smack. The rules actually made him feel safe. Or really as safe and secure as you can feel when you look out at the sea of patrons who were certainly old enough to be his father or grandfather.
Leo waved him over to the bar. The older man stood flipping through his little notebook he always carried. He was always on top of things. Nothing happened in his club without him knowing or somehow orchestrating it.
“I got someone lined up for you tonight. Room 5.” He said without looking up from his book.
He huffed slightly. His feet hurt and the prospect of going home was really driving him to finish. “Leo, come on. I’m done for the night.”
“No, Nicky. Your’re not.” The older man actually turned to look at him. Leo used his real name. He only did that when he wanted to either warn Nicky or reassert his place as the boss. Either way, Leo wasn’t one to do something selfish without having something good in store for the person doing the deed.
“Alright.” Nick replies. He tried to not hobble for to the room, but it was hard. Tonight, he worked the main stage four times, dressed like a cross between a gypsy boy and a Persian eunuch. His eyes were outlined in black liner, his lips glossy from too much viscous stick gloss, and the costume only existent on his upper arms and starting at the indentation of his hips.
So, he walked on. Passing the tables of solitary men, very rarely did they have more than two tables full of three men or more. He reached room five after taking a detour down a dimmed corridor. He should have been nervous, but he was more tired than anxious. A deep breath.
“Just do it.” Nick chanted.
He opened the door. He walked inside, moving quickly enough to stand near the man who wanted him to dance without actually seeing his face.
He turned on the music. Something soft, melodic and virtually erotic filled the air. He turned his attention to the man. Nick walked towards the man, the whole time his eyes partially looking downwards without truly seeing him. The patron opened his legs, giving Nick just enough space to stand in between and begin to dance. His body swayed, dipped, gyrated lightly. A slight sheen of sweat covered his body as he continued to move. Sometimes, he rolled his body close enough to feel the body heat of the other man. No reaction was apparent.
Nick eased off and swayed between the man’s spread legs. With the natural darkness of the room combined with the man’s strategic seating, his face was darkened by the shadow cast over his head and down his chest.
Curious as Nick was he kept his distance. His hands lightly traveled down the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders. Tentative fingertips began to trail down the man’s long suited arms, but stopped when Nick heard a whisper.
Nick shook his head, unsure he actually heard anything.
“Look at me, Precious.” A voice commanded. It was tone deep and smooth.
He did.
Their eyes were locked for the rest of the dance. He pushed closer to the man. Nick became entranced by the patron’s dark rich chocolate eyes.
And the dance continued.
TBC/?
Please review. Reviews are like my candy!