Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 13:44:47 -0700
From: Justin Abbott <justinnewjersey94@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Submission

My Goth Pimp
Night 10, the Finale

Thanks for all the great feedback, compliments, and suggestions to improve
the story!

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The club that Xanthos ran attracted a motley clientele- goths, punks,
alterna-chicks, club kids, a few folks working a vampire look, and other
young people into loud music, cheap beer, and quick hook ups with other
people largely wearing black clothes.

Xanthos was an entrepreneur- the club did well enough, and then he pimped
out a small retinue of boys and girls on the side, and took a cut of
illicit drug sales at the club.  He was a charismatic and intimidating
figure at six foot four, usually wearing just black leather and a snarl.
He had done well for himself at age 25, but was easily bored.

That's why he looked forward to the quarterly parties thrown by Imperia and
her boyfriend Talon.  She was about forty, and Talon a boyish 28.  They had
met at BloodyNightCon in Brussels.  Imperia was Italian and had scads of
family money and so did Talon, who was from Luxembourg.

They spent a good deal of time in Manhattan, and had a large flat at the
Dakota.  Some of the parties were there, others at odd and quirky locations
they would scout out.  Xanthos especially liked the parties because they
attracted a more interesting crowd than the drunk 19 year olds who slipped
into his club, and the low class bad asses like Draven that he did business
with.

Most invitees had money and often fame as well.  Attendance at the parties
gave Xanthos an opportunity to meet a moneyed crowd that often enjoyed the
services of his boys and girls on a repeat basis.  He was known to bring
several of his attractive young stable, as party favors for the attendees,
who would later repay the favor with subsequent bookings.

But it wasn't a country club crowd to be sure.  Imperia and Talon
maintained a guest list of wealthy and offbeat kink-sters, who liked to
affect a provocative, often sexualized appearance.  Parties featured lots
of recreational drugs, an open bar that was often an afterthought, and
usually one hundred fascinating characters from New York, or people who had
just stumbled off a flight from Europe, mainly for the party.  The real
intent of attendees was to secure sex for the night or the visit, with an
attractive and malleable young thing.

Euro trash mixed with an occasional Hollywood producer, porn stars with a
few financial titans, and struggling actors and actresses with craven but
wealthy sex addicts.  Imperia maintained a healthy mix of the young,
beautiful, horny, and needful, with others, generally older but of means,
who could help fill that need.  The affairs were bizarre dress to impress
events featuring expensive accoutrements and jewelry, generally arranged
around leather, lace, and lots of skin.

It was against this backdrop that Xanthos prepared the boys that evening
for their big night out.  He gave them a cursory overview of what to expect
and said that they would be his 'dates".  He couldn't guarantee that they
wouldn't be handed off to a wealthy, mouth breathing client, but then what
did they expect as whores?  In any event they would have a good time and he
was sure that Imperia and others would find them adorable.

Xanthos spent a longer than normal time on his eye makeup, and emerged
finally wearing his usual leather jeans, and a black satin collared shirt.
It was sleeveless and a bit short which drew eyes to the white skin at his
waist.  He only fastened two of the buttons.

He had gone shopping, and between new purchases for the boys and clothing
left behind by previous whores managed to outfit the boys nicely for the
party.  Noah got Tristan to help him with his eye shadow and liner, and
applied lip gloss.  He spent extra time on his hair and pulled it
seductively over his left eye.  He wore black skin tight pleather pants and
black boots.  Xanthos told him to be shirtless, and his necklace from his
pimp as well as his tattoo and pierced nipple made him look cheap and
debauched.

Tristan was given different instruction.  Decked out in red low rise skinny
jeans, his black lace panties stuck out a few inches over his white plastic
belt.  He wore red lipstick, girl's perfume, and carnival pink Chuck Taylor
high tops. He had ironed his long black emo hair. Xanthos gifted him with a
sleeveless black see thru tee shirt.  His pierced nipples begged to be
twisted under the material.

The pimp promised the boys plenty of molly when they got to the party, and
they finally all left, coiffed, made up, and smelling good, around eleven.
A black car awaited them outside the apartment door.  Noah had a half chub
as he settled into the spacious back seat.  Xanthos sat between the boys
and put an arm around each.  The pimp always took a daily shower, but
didn't use deodorant, and Noah surreptitiously drank in the odor of a real
man's armpits.  He felt trashy the way he was dressed, especially as the
only member of the group without a shirt.  But going on a date with his
pimp and Tristan was exhilarating.

Tristan looked over at his pimp and managed a shy smile.  Xanthos nodded
and the boy placed his hand on the pimp's leather covered crotch, softly
massaging the powerful cock that lay beneath, bringing it to life.  Noah
felt a twinge of jealousy and settled further into Xanthos meaty embrace.
"Thank you again for my tattoos and nipple ring" he said to his pimp.

Soon the car arrived at the Dakota, and the group took the elevator up to
the party.  Security guards stood outside the door, and recognizing Xanthos
from previous parties, let the three in. "Starlight in the Dark" by Artic
Moon was playing, the dark trance music pulsating as Xanthos surveyed the
crowd.  He smiled as he saw the large, familiar, and wealthy crowd milling
about.  Every manner of provocative dress was in evidence.

Imperia caught his eye from across the room, and Xanthos made for her
corner.  He held the hand of each of his whores as he made his way to the
hostess.  "Imperia, you look beautiful tonight, but then you always do."

"Xanthos you are such a bullshitter.  You've never touched anyone over
twenty.  But what have we here?" she said, admiring the two boys.  Her
partner Talon suddenly emerged from an adjacent doorway.  He wore black
fishnets, a garter belt, and a black leather codpiece.

"A peace offering for you and Talon.  I know I was abrupt last time and so
I thought you two might enjoy one of these pretty young things."

Imperia took the boys through the doorway and inquired if they would like
to partake of the drug bar.  Talon sidled up to Xanthos, looking up
hopefully.  "While she has her fun with them tonight, I'm thinking you
might have a need for me?"

Grabbing Talon's crotch, Xanthos said, "Not unless you've grown beyond the
six inches I remember, bitch."

Talon smiled, eluded the pimp's clutches, and led him to the drug buffet.
Imperia was already making out with Tristan.
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Two hours later, the boys were well lubricated, both with Ecstasy and
having each had three ill advised rum and cokes on top of the molly.
Xanthos had made sure that everyone knew the boys were of his stable,
parading them around for the first half hour.  Then they went their
separate ways, as he listened to expressions of interest from a half dozen
older, wealthy men.  Several times the pimp saw one of the boys making out
with a party guest.  They were such whores- nymphomaniacs really.

Finally, the music was turned down, and Imperia's voice was heard over the
sound system.  "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for tonight's
entertainment.  If you are interested, please proceed to the main room for
this evening we have several special spectacles planned."

Imperia and Talon watched over the small stage, front and center.  The
smell of pot filled the air.  The DJ Ano's "Blood Lovers" began to play,
dark and slowly.

Holding a small microphone, Imperia began introducing the entertainment.
First was a young woman wearing little more than a strap on cock, who faced
the crowd as a young man with short blond hair, wearing just a pair of
football pants and shoulder pads, knelt before her and fellated the plastic
cock.

Talon seemed fascinated, but Xanthos was bored and turned to the boys.
"Get ready. You're part of the show."

Next was a dominatrix, who the pimp was sure was really a cross dressed
young man, and she pushed the strap on girl off the stage, before turning
her whip on the football boy.

Finally, it was time for Noah and Tristan.  Imperia called them to the
stage.  "Finally tonight, the incredible vampire of the Village, Xanthos,
has brought us two of his finest new boys direct from his famous club.  He
tells me that both were straight just weeks ago, with the blond a street
kid who now begs his master for cock morning, noon, and night!"

The boys sheepishly took to the small stage, as Imperia urged them to make
out with each other for the crowd, and slowly strip down.

Noah took Tristan in his bare arms, and pulled him close.  French kissing
deeply, Tristan started to try and lower Noah's skin tight pleather jeans.

Imperia continued her play by play.  "Emos are known to love to suck face.
Watch these two sissies shove their queer tongues down each other's
throats."  Noah pulled off Tristan's see through shirt and started feeling
up his crotch and tiny emo ass.

Finally each took a moment to remove their boots and sneaks, and the jeans
came off in short order.  Tristan stood there in just lacy black panties,
and Noah wore only a pair of purple boy shorts from Pink with the store
brand name in large letters across his teen ass.  They resumed their
passionate kissing and full body make out.

Taking the stage, and holding the dominatrix's whip, Talon approached the
whores.  "Get off each other faggots.  You have defiled Imperia's and my
home, with your lustful, wicked, faggot behavior.  Spread your legs and
raise your arms."  The crowd tittered.

The boys did as ordered, and even Xanthos winced once or twice as Talon
punished them for their public display of ardor. Finally sated, Talon
pulled out his engorged cock from his codpiece, and motioned for Noah to
suck him off.  Tristan was directed to Talon's asshole, and he carefully
inserted his tongue to service the host, allowing Talon to not only receive
an exceptional sexual experience by the two teen boys, but also to be
center stage at his own party.

Imperia simply smiled and guests ooh-ed and aah-ed as the boys performed
their work on Talon.  Finally he came, throwing back his head and bellowing
like an animal "Fuck!  Fuck! These faggots are good!"

Taking the microphone, Xanthos said "Let the bidding begin."  Talon
returned himself to his codpiece and then to Imperia's side.  The boys
stayed on their knees, facing the guests.

One man said "Two thousand for the blond."

Another offered four thousand for Tristan.  Xanthos licked his lips.

Talon suddenly said, "Seventy five hundred for the emo."

Another said "Eight thousand for the bitch in the black panties."  An offer
of five thousand was made for Noah, but it was the last.

Xanthos withdrew Noah from the stage and the bidding, settling his beefy,
tattooed arm around the boy's shoulders, pulling the head of blond hair
towards his pierced nipple.  His armpit was ripe.

A man bid nine thousand for Tristan.

Seized with a jealous fury that his prey could get away, Talon countered
with "Fifteen thousand."  The room went quiet.  Even the music seemed to
cease.

Xanthos nodded at Talon, and it was clear the competition was over.  Talon
took to the stage, taking the emo by the hand, and led him into a bedroom.
Xanthos followed, eager to complete the transaction.  Noah, standing,
stayed behind, as an older man quickly began to fondle his cock through the
purple underwear.

In the bedroom, Xanthos pushed the money into a pocket of his leather
jeans.  Talon spoke. "You tax a man, Xanthos.  So much for a whore."

Xanthos smiled and said "Talon.  You know you need this bitch.  And you
know it will be worth it.  Imperia will be happy too."

With that the pimp leaned over and kissed the boy deeply, twisting both
pierced nipples.  "Do what he says, cunt, and please him like you did me.
I'll think of you every time I fuck your girlfriend Noah."

THE END