Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 21:53:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the player's club

THE PLAYER'S CLUB-1


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	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...


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	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...


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THE PLAYER'S CLUB
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Eugene Marvin, aka
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