Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 21:53:54 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: the player's club THE PLAYER'S CLUB-1 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 21 year old Brandon Mitchell (5'9", 160 lbs with a medium/slim muscular build, short blonde curly locks, & blue eyes) was a struggling college student having trouble finding a new job after being fired from his previous job as a waiter. His best friend Anthony (Tony) Marshall was a bartender at The Player's Club (an all male erotic gay club on Delaware Avenue), and referred him, convincing Brandon that he would be a shoe-in for the job as one of their new male erotic dancers. Brandon had the body (as a former wrestler in high school), and often danced erotically in public with his live-in lover of two years (Adam). Adam was not very fond of the idea of his boyfriend dancing in front of a crowd of drunk & horny men, but with school tuition, books, and rent..., he knew Brandon needed something fast. Brandon arrived through the club's front entrance during non business hours on Wednesday at about noon for an interview he had with the club's owner. He spotted his friend Tony behind the bar, taking stock inventory with the delivery guy while a small cleaning crew vacuumed carpets, swept floors, wiped tables, and set the stage for the evening's rush. The club opened at 5pm for cocktails, cuisine, and music, with the live entertainment starting at around 10pm. Brandon walked over to his friend for support, dressed smartly in tight blue jeans, a white button down dress shirt and tie. "Hey..., you made it!" smiled Tony (a 23 year old brown-skin black man Brandon knew from school), taking time out of doing inventory to greet his friend. "Do I look alright...?" asked Brandon, worried he might look too desperate. "You look fine!" said Tony, smiling from ear to ear as he looked over Brandon's body. "What time is your interview...?" "Noon!" answered Brandon, nervously. "Then you'd best get going..., Giovanni don't like people making him wait...!" suggested Tony, pointing his friend in the right direction. "Hold up..." he said on second thought, pouring Brandon a stiff drink. "...take THIS for your nerves...!" he suggested. "You know I don't drink...!" smiled Brandon. "Trust me...!" insisted Tony. Brandon took his friend's heed and lifted the small shot glass up to his lips, downing it in one swallow. Tony watched Brandon's Adam's Apple bob up and down as he drank the strong drink quickly, his boyishly cute face twisting in disgust as the drink burned through his body like acid. "Thanks man!" he said, shaking it off as he returned the glass. "Good luck!" yelled Tony, returning to the delivery guy and his inventory. Brandon wandered across the dimly lit club, heading past the seating area and restrooms and down a long hall to a door marked `manager's office upstairs'. He opened it carefully, finding a flight of stairs leading to the second floor which opened up into a huge private office overlooking the club down below. "uh..., hello...?" he called, spotting someone behind a computer screen at a large glass desk on the far end of the room. The dark haired man looked up, looking somewhat annoyed that he was being interrupted. "um..., I'm Brandon Mitchell..., I have an appointment to meet with Giovanni...?" he said, unintentionally making it sound more like a question. "I'm Giovanni..." said the Italian man (38, 5'8, 155 lbs with a petite slim build, olive skin complexion, wet slicked back jet-black hair, black trimmed mustache, and a sexy 5 o'clock shadow) standing up behind his desk. "...come in...! Who referred you...?" he asked, holding out his hand to shake. "My friend, --Tony...!" answered Brandon, grasping the man's warm hand. "The bartender...?" said Giovanni, looking Brandon's body over thoroughly. "Do you have any other references...?" he inquired. "uh, no..., Tony said this would be more like an audition...?" responded Brandon, having had no professional dance background. "Have you danced before...?" inquired Giovanni, already looking skeptical. "um..., not really..." answered Brandon, feeling his chance to impress slipping away. "Not really...?" asked Giovanni, usually getting a yes or a no to that question. "Explain!" "Well..." said Brandon, nervously. "...I have had a lot of experience dancing in clubs with my boyfriend..., --on the dance floors, I mean..., not on stage in front of an audience...! I've never got paid for it...!" he laughed nervously, not getting even a chuckle from Giovanni's stone face. "So you think you're a good dancer...?" asked Giovanni, sounding doubtful. "I've been told I was..." answered Brandon. Giovanni pressed a button behind his desk, causing ear piercing dance music to come bursting from hidden speakers in his office. "Prove it!" he said, taking a seat back behind his desk. "Here...? Now...?" asked Brandon, surprised. Giovanni nodded... "Not unless you know some reason why you shouldn't...?" asked the club's owner. "No..." said Brandon, looking around the spacious office. "...no, of course not...!" Brandon listened to the music, then started to sway his hips in time to the rhythm. He felt incredibly awkward dancing for a man in his office for a job, feeling like a prostitute stripping for her pimp's approval. He could see Giovanni staring at him judgingly, waiting to be impressed. It made Brandon even more nervous as he started to dance offbeat. Giovanni sighed (looking more annoyed and irritated), knowing he was looking at yet another ranked amateur. He glanced down at his wristwatch, then back up at the man making a fool of himself in his office. He still had a lot of work to do before the club opened tonight, and was beginning to feel as if he were wasting his time... "Turn around!" he ordered, wanting to see Brandon from the back. Brandon turned, looking uneasily over his shoulder. "Keep dancing!" yelled Giovanni over the music. Brandon continued swaying his hips, giving his interpretation of sexy (which wasn't very sexy at all). Giovanni had every intention on kicking the kid out of his office, but there was just something intriguing about him (about his ass), that definitely got the boss's attention. `Surely he was handsome enough, the queens in the audience would eat him alive if his body was as sexy as his face', thought Giovanni. "Strip!" he ordered next, getting another nervous look from Brandon. Brandon knew The Player's Club was an all male erotic strip club, but he certainly didn't envision himself stripping on the interview in a private office. Giovanni instantly saw Brandon's apprehension... "If you can't strip for me here alone in my office..., how am I expected to believe you can strip in front of a room full of screaming fans...?" asked the club owner, leaving Brandon with something to prove. Pushing his nervousness and doubts aside, Brandon began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the tight wife-beater he wore underneath. He pictured movies like Flash Dance, Strip Tease, and Showgirls, and tried to emulate them in his moves. He closed his eyes and began to feel the music, allowing his body to take over. Giovanni saw a change in Brandon's moves as he began to loosen up and move more provocatively, lifting his t-shirt to reveal his tight washboard abs. Giovanni found himself staring at the boy's body, starting to enjoy his moves and supple bottom as it swayed back and forth before him in a come-hither manner, beckoning him. Brandon pulled off his tie, shed his long sleeve shirt, and pulled his wife-beater off overhead before dropping it to the floor to show off his well toned torso. Giovanni could tell the boy worked out. He felt his dick starting to stir as Brandon got down on the floor and began humping the ground, his ass moving back and forth as he took long wild exaggerated strokes. When he was done he stood up and turned around, then ran his hands erotically through his hair as if having an erotic dream. Slowly he slid the palms of his hands down across his chest and torso, then down into his crotch where he began unbuttoning his jeans. He spun around slowly, feeling the music envelope him as it usually did on the dance floor with his lover (Adam). He pulled open the crotch of his pants, then (while bending over) slowly peeled them down his muscular thighs. Giovanni felt his dick rise to full mast when he saw Brandon's tight tiny whities hugging his round succulent buttock. He reached down and adjusted himself through his suit pants, keeping his eyes on the private show. Brandon lowered his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, all while never missing a beat with the music. In nothing but his underwear, he continued to dance, his taut muscles moving effortlessly under the smoothness of his pale white skin. He rubbed his hands all over his body, pretending they belonged to his boyfriend (who often rubbed all over him while he danced). This gave Brandon a noticeable erection as his cock began to press out against the tight material barely covering him. He knew from talking with Tony that The Player's Club had full frontal nudity, so he knew he would have to strip naked for the boss. Reaching down into his crotch, he began to nurse his erection, stroking it through the thin material as if he were alone in his bedroom. Giovanni was curious to see what Brandon's cock looked like as he sat impatiently behind his desk, trying to keep his composure. He waited as Brandon teasingly lowered the front of his draws to show off the trimmed blonde patch of hair sprinkling his abdomen. He licked his index finger, then slowly trailed it down the front of his body and into the underwear, reaching down under his balls. Giovanni was sure the boy was fingering his own asshole from the front. The mere thought of Brandon fingering his own hole had the boss's cock rock hard and ready for action. He was sitting on pins and needles by the time Brandon finally pulled down the waistband, exposing 7" his cock. Giovanni subconsciously licked his lips as he watched Brandon hook the waistband under his smooth balls, giving him the Full Monty. Brandon's cock was arrow straight, slightly thicker at the base and tapered more at the bullet shaped head. It was the perfect size for sucking, attached to a body that Giovanni knew would drive the audience bonkers. Despite having seen enough to hire Brandon, Giovanni allowed him to keep dancing, intrigued to see just how far he would go. Brandon bobbed his cut cock up and down dramatically (using only his pelvis muscles), showing it off in every angle. Then he turned back around (facing away from Giovanni) and slowly peeled the tiny whities down off his ass, pulling them off at the ankles as he bent over at the waist so his fine firm ass cheeks would part to expose the tiny pink puckered rosebud hiding in-between. With the palms of his hands touching the floor, Brandon began flexing his anus, causing it to kiss and wink at Giovanni. Giovanni had a front seat view of Brandon's tight asshole. He wanted to bury his face in-between the round mounds and eat the hole until Brandon was begging to be fucked. He wanted to ravish his hot hole right then and there, to teach the growing boy exactly what his ass was placed there on this earth to do. But he held back. It took all his strength, but he rested the urge to simply take the boy as he wanted to see if and HOW Brandon might initiate sex on his own? He waited as Brandon stood back up and turned back around, his hardon now facing Giovanni as he slowly approached the desk like a hungry lioness stalking her prey. Brandon could definitely see the large lump in the owner's crotch, the outline of his hardon snaking down the leg of his pants as a large wet spot started to form through the grey slacks where his pre-cum soaked. Brandon walked over to Giovanni, feeling more confident and cocky as he placed his hands on the older man's legs while he sat in his expensive Italian swivel chair, then knelt down before him, simulating a blow job by bringing his face in close to his crotch, his face mere inches from the older man's raging muscle. Brandon never intended on having any sexual encounters during the interview, but he found himself starting to have impure thoughts as he stared up longingly into Giovanni's warm brown eyes. Brandon felt himself falling hard into lust as he stared into the boss man's eyes. Giovanni stared back down at him, a smug smoldering expression on his otherwise all business face. Brandon looked back down at Giovanni's bulge, checking out the length and thickness beneath the thin material covering it. When he looked back up, Giovanni nodded, giving him the go ahead to carry further (if he dared). Despite having a devoted boyfriend back home, Brandon found himself reaching up to unfasten Giovanni's pants, telling himself he only wanted a peek. He fumbled with the belt, then pulled open the waist to reveal the silk boxers underneath. Giovanni lifted from the chair to allow the pants and underwear to easily be slid down his hairy Italian thighs. Brandon reached for the lump, feeling it for the first time as electricity ran through his fingertips. He reached into the boxer's slit, then pulled the 7.5" inch uncut cock through the opening. He stared at the hardon as he massaged it gently in his hand, slowly pulling the loose foreskin back and forth, playing peek-a-boo with the leaky round bulb like head. Giovanni watched as Brandon jacked him off for several minutes, stroking his hardon as if he'd run out of things to do with it... "Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to suck it...?" he inquired, a dead calm seriousness in his voice. Brandon looked back up into Giovanni's eyes. He had never cheated on his boyfriend before, but the moment of truth was now at hand. If he failed this interview, he failed getting the job, and the economy was rough enough without adding unemployment to the mix. Swallowing hard, Brandon leaned forward and licked Giovanni's cock, leaving a slick wet spit trail up the underbelly. Giovanni felt a tingle of anticipation ring through his penis as the tongue quickly washed over him, paying his penis compliment. Brandon paused for a moment after tasting Giovanni's dick for the first time, thinking of his boyfriend back at home. Adam didn't approve of Brandon's dancing audition (stripping for other men), and if he knew what he was doing right now, he'd be furious. But Brandon really needed a job, a job that paid well and wouldn't take up too much of his time from studying. Giovanni sat watching, waiting to see what happens next. Brandon knew he'd gone too far to turn back now, so he swallowed his pride as he licked Giovanni's cock again, getting up the nerve to put the handsome prick in his mouth. He tilted the shaft towards his mouth, swabbing the head with his tongue and tasting another man's pre-cum for the first time since settling down with Adam his freshmen year. Surprised by the sweetness of Giovanni's pre-cum, Brandon took the cock head between his lips, venturing further as he allowed his mouth to inch down about the shaft. He was tentatively allowing himself to get used to the idea of having another man's prick in his mouth, when Giovanni suddenly placed his hand on the back of his head and roughly shoved his face down in his groin, impaling Brandon on his cock. "Show me what you got...!" hissed Giovanni, sitting back in his seat as he watched Brandon gag about his member. Brandon felt the cock head bust through the start of his throat, then lodge itself in his neck, causing him the urge to vomit. Giovanni relaxed his hold as Brandon pulled back, his throat suddenly sore as he choked and coughed, staring up into his assailant's face. Giovanni waited patiently this time as Brandon began again, this time taking the cock into his mouth and sucking without being forced. At first it felt strange having another man in his mouth, but as Brandon closed his eyes and pretended the cock belonged to his boyfriend, he began to feel more comfortable, enabling himself to relax and suck as if in the comforts of his own home. This helped Brandon perform as he blocked out all else and simply concentrated on pleasing Adam. Giovanni watched as Brandon made oral love to his dick, kissing, licking, and sucking his way up and down the shaft, holding the foreskin down about the base as he swabbed the head and shaft with his tongue, wetting it thoroughly so his lips could glide smoothly over the slick surface. The music continue playing in the background as he bobbed, causing him to move his head in time with the fast beat. His mouth slid back and forth quickly, giving Giovanni pleasure despite Brandon's remorse and earlier hesitation. "That's enough..." said Giovanni, pulling Brandon's head up from his lap. Brandon couldn't help looking shocked (and somewhat disappointed), believing Giovanni unpleased with his performance. "Turn around..., let me see the other end...!" A frightened look washed over Brandon's face as he slowly stood, then turned his back to his would-be boss. Giovanni reached up and groped Brandon's ass cheeks, feeling the fleshy globes in his hands before forcing the boy to bend over to spread his legs. Giovanni's cock stiffened harder when he saw the sexy pink rosebud come back into view. The hairless hole looked so tempting and inviting as he licked his sexy lips with the sudden urge to taste it. Pulling Brandon's ass backwards, Giovanni met it halfway as he pressed his handsome face up between the cheeks. Licking and sucking the sweet hole, he swabbed the tiny bud thoroughly, lavishing it with warm spit as Brandon moaned and groaned under the heavy onslaught of club music. Giovanni doubled Brandon over (forcing him to touch his toes) as he pressed his face firmly into his backside, sticking his tongue as far up the rectal chute as it could go. For nearly 10 minutes he licked, sucked, and finger fucked Brandon's sweet asshole, until the reddening anal lips began to puff and pucker outward wantonly. Brandon spread his legs wider as he reached down and began stroking Giovanni's exposed cock (still sticking straight up from his open pants). He loved the way the thick dick felt in his hand, the slick foreskin moving ever so easily over the surface like a silk coat. Brandon couldn't help but wonder what the cock would feel like inside him, fucking his fuck hole? As if reading the boy's mind, Giovanni ripped his face from Brandon's ass, then pulled a small tube of anal lube from his desk and anointed a generous amount to the boy's taut chute. Then he guided Brandon to sit down into his lap, aiming his cock straight up at the hole as it hit bulls-eye. Brandon gasped as the dick head quickly penetrated his anus on contact. He tried to get back up, but Giovanni easily held him captive as he kicked the boy's feet from under him, causing the weight of his body to fall back on his ass, further causing his asshole to quickly impale itself. Brandon screamed out loud at the unexpected penetration, but his voice was muffled by the loud music still coming out of Giovanni's speakers. Giovanni pulled Brandon's back to him, nestling his back against his chest as they lay locked cock in ass. Brandon's ass smarted from the quick entry, his angry sphincter muscles flexing wildly as they attacked the dick and tried to repel the intruder from within. Giovanni's cock throbbed from the assault, loving the way the asshole squeezed and gripped his embedded shaft like the enemy. "No..., please..., I've never been fucked by anybody but my boyfriend..." pleaded Brandon, feeling Giovanni's hands all over his torso, holding him in place. "Shhh..." whispered the Italian man, blowing hot breath into Brandon's ear. "...just relax..., it's just you and me..., no one else has to know..." he said softly, his cock flexing in Brandon's ass. Brandon didn't know how he felt about getting fucked secretly behind his boyfriend's back, but he found himself continuing to sit in Giovanni's lap as Giovanni began to swivel his hips, moving his cock around in his ass. Brandon could feel the dick worming about inside him, coming alive with a pulse of its own inside his body. He tried to block out his boyfriend's face as he concentrated on relaxing his anal muscles for a better fuck, making the pain hurt less. Giovanni ran his hands curiously through Brandon's curly blonde locks, gripping his hair and holding his head back against his shoulder as he licked his face while blowing erotically in his ear. The tight flexing anus was driving him mad with lust and desire as he began kissing the boy about the neck and shoulders, thrusting his hips up and down in the chair, effectively fucking in and out of the tight boy-cunt. Brandon groaned helplessly as the bare cock moved through him, the rich foreskin gliding the dick easily as it slid through him with a mind of its own. Brandon began panting after each upward thrust, sounding as if he were reciting the vowels; "a, e, i, o, u.", this excited Giovanni even more as he began to fuck harder, making Brandon's vowels more pronounced; "A, E, I, O, U...!" Brandon couldn't believe he was getting suck a rough fucking from a total stranger, right there in his office, in the middle of the day with his best friend (Tony) right downstairs. But as many reservations as Brandon may have had about dancing for this man or cheating on his boyfriend, he continued to sit in Giovanni's lap, allowing his thick cock to penetrate his ass. Brandon's own cock was rock hard during the fucking, bouncing about over his abdomen as Giovanni continued to pump up into him. Brandon resisted reaching down to stroke his tool, for fear he might cum and then chicken out of the interview. He was sure Giovanni was enjoying himself until the older man suddenly pushed him up off of him. Brandon looked confused and slightly disappointed as he wondered what he did wrong...? That is until Giovanni got up, then pushed him down over the glass desk top, exposing his ass for more fucking. Brandon could see straight though the top of the table as he looked down to see his parted legs and bare feet, with Giovanni's legs and Italian shoes standing in-between. He saw Giovanni's dress pants fall down around his ankles (revealing his black silk socks), then felt him step up and reinsert his cock, pushing straight through him with one shove, resuming their fuck. Brandon moaned aloud as the cock pierced through him once again, fucking in and out of his spit lubed hole. Brandon couldn't believe how good another man's cock felt up his ass, like riding a different kid's bike to school. He could feel Giovanni's hands all over his back and shoulders, holding him in place as he slapped his pelvic bone into his ass, burying his thick foreskin cock with every thrust. Brandon could see his own hard (poorly neglected) cock sticking out from his crotch through the glass desk top. Pre-cum dripped from his piss-slit every time Giovanni rammed into him. Brandon wanted to reach down and stroke his own hard muscle, but couldn't reach it as his torso lay atop the desk from the waist up (the head of his sticky cock slapping up against the bottom of the glass). Giovanni kept up a steady pace while he fucked, never once slowing down or missing a beat as he hammered his dick in and out throughout the entire duration of the fuck. Brandon began to feel his body getting used to the pounding, as his anal muscles softened and relaxed under the constant massage. Soon Giovanni's cock was speeding through him like a runaway train, flying through his rectum at top speed, the hairy Italian's pelvic bone slamming into his ass over and over as his cock drilled a path straight into his bowels. Brandon was starting to really enjoy the fucking, despite himself. While Adam was a terrific lover (very caring and sharing in the bedroom), Giovanni's no nonsense approach was something Brandon didn't even know he missed. Every time he tried to lift up off the desk (to put an end to the interview), he'd feel Giovanni's hands roughly shove him back into place, keeping him in line. The in and stabbing in his gut grew harder as Gio gripped his waist and started to pound him as if he were suddenly angry about something. Brandon felt the dick hitting something deep inside him, then felt his cock suddenly explode and started hosing streaks of cum all over Giovanni's carpeted floor. Brandon grunted and groaned out loud as he watched 6 thick spurts of cum shoot from his untouched cock, dripping down to the floor in thick rich puddles. Giovanni felt Brandon's asshole tighten and grip him during Brandon's orgasm, and quickly yanked his dick from the blonde's well fucked hole before spinning him around and shoving him down to his knees. Brandon (still recovering from his intense orgasm) meekly allowed Giovanni to jack off over his face. Giovanni gently lifted Brandon's head from under the chin, tilting it upwards as if he wanted the boy to look up at him. Already beginning to feel guilty for cheating on his lover, Brandon looked up into Giovanni's face with a fresh innocence that quickly sent the lustful club owner over the edge. Gripping a lock of Brandon's blonde hair, he held his face in place as his stroking hand pulled back to the base. Brandon's eyes fell on Giovanni's glaring cockhead which pulsed, then shot a thick wad of cum from the piss hole to big, that it splat across Brandon's face from his top lip, across the bridge of his nose, over his forehead, and straight up into his hair. "AARRRHHHH...!!" yelled Giovanni as the second wad shot out across Brandon's left eye. Brandon (having closed his eyes just in time) felt the second wad splatter against his eye socket. The third wad shot across Brandon's left cheek, streaking back to his ear. Giovanni resumed stroking as the rest of his load poured out over Brandon's gaped mouth, lips, and tongue. Brandon realized the older man coming down off his high when he started slapping his dick against his face, causing remnants of oozing semen to sprinkle all over his face like tiny rain drops. Afterwards, Giovanni pushed his dick back into Brandon's mouth, making him clean off the cummy tip. Brandon wrapped his lips about Giovanni's manhood and sucked it dry, drawing out whatever cum remnants remained inside. Once Giovanni felt his dick was thoroughly washed, he pulled back from Brandon's sucking mouth, then reached down and pulled his pants back up, tucking his softening cock back into his expensive slacks. Brandon (only able to see out of one eye) lowered his head in shame, swallowing what was left of Gio's load while his face still dripped the man's essence. "You can get dressed now!" ordered the man, reaching across the desk to hand Brandon a Kleenex. Brandon thankfully accepted the tissue, then got up off of the floor as he wiped the cum from his eye. Giovanni kept an eye on Brandon's body as he tucked his shirt back into his pants and re-buckled his belt. Brandon cleaned his face as well as he could, before tossing the soiled tissue in trash and picking his clothes up off the floor. Giovanni resumed his seat, then reached for the control box on his desk and killed the music, ending the audition. "When can you start...?" he asked out of the blue, surprising both himself and Brandon as Brandon was stuffing one leg through his pants... "Whenever...!" answered the college student, giddy with joy. "You're totally green..." scrutinized Giovanni, giving the kid the onceover. "...you have a lot to learn about dancing, styling, timing, and confidence..., but I believe with a little training, you can learn to master all the right moves...!" Brandon waited for Giovanni to finish, as he stood in the middle of the man's office in just his underwear and one leg in his jeans. "Report to Pat..., HE'LL teach you some choreography and show you exactly what you need for the stage...! Now GO..., you start on Friday!" Brandon beamed broadly as he threw on the rest of his clothes in a jiffy, thanking Giovanni for taking a chance on him. Once dressed he ran downstairs from the office and over to the bar where Tony was working. Tony had finished with the inventory, and was now polishing glasses for tonight's service... "I got it...!" screamed Brandon, running up to the bar with a smile as big as Texas. "I got it! I got it! I got it!" "Good for you...!" smiled Tony, offering Brandon a stool. "So the audition went well...?" he asked, grabbing a free beer from behind the bar, which he placed in front of his friend. "Yeah..." answered Brandon, grinning ear to ear as he took a seat at the bar, finally able to breathe. "...he said I was green and needed some polishing...,, but he saw potential...! He said I start on Friday!" he informed, lifting the beer to his lips. Tony's smile lessened when he noticed the white streak across Brandon's forehead, trailing up into his curly hair... "Potential, eh...?" he asked, running his hand through Brandon's locks and coming up with a finger full of sperm. "Looks like he shot `potential' all in your hair...!" he added, showing Brandon his cummy fingers. Brandon's face reddened with embarrassment when he realized Tony had some idea what had happened upstairs. "Please..., don't tell Adam...!" he begged, his big blue eyes as big as saucers. "Adam would never forgive me...!" "Don't worry..., I won't..." agreed Tony, worried about his friend. "But look..., you be careful about what you get into around here...! Everyone ain't your friend...! Strapping might seem like a good way to make quick money from the outside looking in..., but once you're in..., it's HARD to get out! I've seen some guys get strung out on drugs..., fucked over and used up..., pimped out and gangbanged...! It's no place for an innocent like you...!" "I only plan on being here for a few months, until I get my tuition paid...! Promise!" swore Brandon, promising to stay out of trouble. Tony eased back, hoping his friend was sincere. "I have to find Pat..." he said, taking one last swig of beer before passing the bottle to be disposed of. "...he's supposed to help me out with choreography...!" "Pat's in the back..." informed Tony, grabbing Brandon by the arm. "...but go into the restroom and clean up first..., you don't want these guys smelling cum all over you on your first day here...!" he insisted... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Later..., after a few hours of intense training at the hands of the job's strict choreography instructor, Brandon returned home where he shared an apartment (off campus) with his boyfriend of 3 years. Adam was in the kitchen (fixing a pot of spaghettioes), when his lover walked in... "Hey baby..." he greeted, turning off the pot to meet his boyfriend at the door. "...how'd it go today...?" "Dancing is HARD work..." said Brandon, tired and hungry. "...but I got the job!" he added with glee. "Good for you...!" cheered Adam, with mixed emotions. After giving his boyfriend a hug and a kiss, he settled into the living room sofa with him. "So..., did you see a lot of male exotic dancers...?" asked Adam. "Should I be worried...?" Brandon laughed... "You should be worried that I might not get these dance moves down by Friday..., and that I might make a total ass of myself on stage...!" joked Brandon, trying to change the subject. "You were always a good dancer..." complimented Adam. "...you shouldn't have a problem...!" "Well..., stage dancing is different from clubbing..." said Brandon. "...there's a lot more hip action, pelvic thrusting, booty shaking, and suggestiveness than I've ever done at a club...!" "Sounds hot...!" smiled Adam, picturing Brandon in action. "When do I get a sneak preview...? Tonight...?" "Yeah..." smiled Brandon, kissing his lover on the lips. "...after I've showered first..., I've worked up quite a sweat at the club...!" "Oh I don't mind a little sweat...!" said Adam, grabbing Brandon around the waist. Brandon struggled to be set free... "No..." he whimpered, breaking out of his boyfriend's grasp. "...let me shower first..., THEN I'll show you what I've learned today...!" "That's a bet!" smiled Adam, watching Brandon disappear into the bathroom where he immediately started the shower, washing off the scent of Giovanni... _________________________ THE PLAYER'S CLUB Written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com Hit me up on Facebook for story updates!