“whiskey sour, and whatever they’re drinking.” violet spoke as she slid into the empty bar seat next to someone else. she didn’t even look at them until she sat down, instead keeping her eyes on the bartender as she ordered. “just put it on my account.” added she.
Kyree sits at the bar in Iridescence, fresh off of a particularly terrible photo shoot that just didn’t seem to go his way, and worried about what might come of such a poor performance. Normally, he would be on the floor flirting with anything that has two legs, but tonight he’s been glued to this bar stool, drinking away his stress. Then, the woman slides into the seat next to him, and Kyree is first caught by her forwardness and then by her beauty. “Well, I sure ain’t gonna turn down a free drink.” Kyree says with a grin, turning on the charm the instance his eyes fall on her, he licks his lips as he finishes what was left of his vodka soda. “How should I thank you for the drink?”
“you look like you’ve got a story and are in need for a drink.” began destiny, leaning on the bar top as she looked at the other. “so what’s your poison? and what’s on your mind?” because she was genuinely friendly, and liked socializing with people.
“You right about both.” Kyree says with a charming grin as he turns his eyes towards the attractive woman, leaning forward on his elbows on the bar to get a little closer to her. “Lemme get a vodka soda.” Kyree requests, wondering briefly how in depth he should get about what’s really on his mind. Does this woman even really care? Would Kyree even care if the roles were reversed? “It’s just some work shit. Busy, busy, busy. Guess I can’t complain though.” He settles on leaving it at that, licking his lips. “So, how long you been workin’ here? I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Kyree.”
LOCATION ↝ …rooftop bar.
STATUS ↝ open / @iridescence-starters
Isabel may have been a few months into her membership, but she was still unsure of what she should do around the place. Plus, there was always the slight worry that she would be found out by someone who could influence her career in a negative way, something she couldn’t have now that she was finally getting recognition for the work she did. She loved her current role, she didn’t want to give that up but at the same time… she wanted to explore herself, and her sexuality. Glancing at the person before her with a tentative smile, she tried to think of a normal conversation starter, “Having a good night?” she asked, wincing on the inside. Smooth, real smooth.
Adonis isn’t quite sure why he’s here at the club on his day off. It’s like the only place where he can come and not think about Walter. He swears it’s like the Brownstone that he once shared with the man is being haunted by him, and while Adonis originally thought that would’ve been comforting, he’s all-in-all creeped out by it. That’s why he’s here at the rooftop bar, a place he doesn’t get to frequent very often when he’s working, he’s an escort so he’s usually downstairs. He tips a drink that he can barely afford to his lips, letting the liquor burn a path down his throat, wanting to feel something tonight. That’s when he hears a voice, and he turns his head to look at the woman. He raises an eyebrow in her direction, chuckles softly -- mostly laughing at her -- and then turns back to face forward. “I don’t think I’m the type you’re lookin’ for.” Adonis says, finishing the rest of his drink he turns to look at her once more. Just answer her question, Adonis. “It’s a’ight. You havin’ a good night?”
❛ morris chestnut, cis male, he/him/his ❜ was that dr. tracey sullivan i just saw walking into the club? the fifty-one year old has a reputation for being intelligent + charming, which i guess is why they’ve been a member here since july 2016. their application lists that they are heterosexual and into public sex + orgasm control.
— FULL NAME: Dr. Tracey Lee Sullivan
— NICKNAMES: Doc, Trace, T, Sully
— PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
— AGE: 51
— DOB: January 1
— BIRTHPLACE: Houston, TX
— SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
— OCCUPATION: Trauma Surgeon, Author
(tw: bullying)
—*&; the biography
Tracey Sullivan was born to an incredibly large family in the heart of Houston, Texas. They were dirt poor, God-fearing southerners who were always willing to lend a helping hand to those around them, even if it meant giving their last. Tracey was the fifth born child of eight children, and both of his parents worked incredibly hard jobs for very little pay. His mother was a housekeeper for a few of the richer families in the city and his father drove a trash truck. Growing up, Tracey spent a lot of time outside with his other siblings, making up games to entertain themselves with.
For a while, Tracey was content. He didn’t know they were poor. He just thought it was the way of life. As he got older though, and kids at school started to tease him, he realized that his family was much different from other people’s. The teasing and bullying is what led Tracey to start resenting his circumstances and ultimately start resenting his family. Tracey knew he was destined for more than what was given to him at birth, and he tried his hardest to fit in with other people. It’s where he learned how to work his natural charm, which ultimately led to lying about his circumstances.
Playing football and basketball is what really got Tracey in with some of the richer kids. All of his friends were wealthier than he was, and he would always find himself in their neighborhoods, envying after their houses, their own bedrooms (which they didn’t have to share with anyone), and their brand new cars that he nor his family could afford. Tracey never invited anyone to his parents’ house, he was ashamed of it -- ashamed of them. After his last big basketball game his senior year of high school, when everyone else was talking to and hugging their parents, Tracey purposefully dodged his and instead found his girlfriend’s dad, a doctor, who had become something of a mentor and replacement father for him.
Later that night, he and his parents had their first big fight, and Tracey said plenty of things that he would later regret.
Tracey got into the University of Texas at Austin, and he majored in biology-pre-med. With his now ex-girlfriend’s father as his mentor, he made it through college with a breeze. As college, he was able to completely reinvent himself. He joined a prestigious fraternity, was the student body president his senior year, and finally felt like one of the rich kids. He got into medical school at Johns Hopkins, and he never looked back at his family in Houston again.
Now, Tracey is a renowned trauma surgeon, a published author, and a well-known public speaker. There’s guilt now that he never reached back out to his family, especially since they didn’t see the point to invite him to his father’s funeral, but he tries his best to ignore that now. Maybe that disconnect from his family is what makes him cheat on his wife now, maybe that disconnect from his family is what’s driven a wedge between he and his son, maybe that disconnect from his family is why he drowns himself in sex and joined Club Iridescence in the first place.
❛ michael b jordan, cis male, he/him/his ❜ was that adonis king i just saw clocking in? the thirty-three year old has a reputation for being short-tempered + reserved, which i guess is why they’ve been working as an escort here since february 2017. their paperwork lists that they are pansexual and into rough sex + choking.
— FULL NAME: Adonis Devontae King
— NICKNAMES: Don, Donnie
— PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
— AGE: 33
— DOB: November 18
— BIRTHPLACE: Oakland, CA
— SEXUALITY: Pansexual
— OCCUPATION: Escort/Boxer
(tw: violence, prostitution, cancer, death)
—*&; the biography
Adonis King was born Adonis White in Oakland, California in 1988, to a father who had recently been arrested for armed robbery and a mother who was desperately trying to feed four children on a hotel maid's salary. From the first wail that Adonis let out when he came into this world, his mother knew he would be troubled. She had no idea the extent of it.
Growing up, Adonis' mother was working more than she was home. The welfare checks paired with her work checks were barely enough to put food on the table, let alone keep the electricity and water on or pay the rent that was due every month. She had no choice but to turn to illegal prostitution to make ends meet, and even that opened the door for more danger to come into their house. From the moment Adonis was able to walk, he started fighting. It was like he was born with this anger in his veins, an insatiable rage that, no matter how many times he punched something or someone, he could never seem to get a grip on it. Needless to say, his constant anger and violent tendencies landed him in lots of hot water when he started school. And, just as his mother had feared, he was labeled a "problem child". When his mother was caught and arrested for illegal prostitution one night, Adonis and his siblings were quickly rounded up by child services, and split up into different homes. Adonis was only seven years old, and he was alone.
The anger didn't get any better in the homes, if anything it got worse. Adonis was angry at his situation, angry that he had been ripped away from the only people he knew, the only people he trusted, and that was his family. He bounced from one home to the next, always causing trouble that the foster parents simply couldn't handle, not that most of them were trying to be positive influences in Adonis' life...or any of their foster children's' lives for that matter. He felt like no one cared about him.
One night, when he was nine years old, Adonis got into a fight on the bus. A pretty bad one, at that, and he never saw another foster home again -- instead he was staring at the cement walls of a juvenile detention center. There was a plus side to this new arrangement though, even though it was practically imprisonment. At least here, in the detention center, he knew what he was going to get, he knew he wasn't going to be tossed from one place to the next at break-neck speeds. Of course, though, he still fought, he stayed in trouble, even though he was in jail -- he wasn't learning anything about changing his behavior. That is until one man walked into his life and changed the course of it for the better: Walter King.
Walter had been told by a friend who worked as a child psychologist in the detention center that he was the only person who would be able to save Adonis. Not only that, but the psychologist felt that Adonis could become the son Walter never got to have. Walter was an older man, pushing sixty when he took him under his wing, and soon adopted him -- making Adonis White, Adonis King -- and moved him back to New York City with him.
Walter owned a flourishing boxing gym in Brooklyn. Walter had been quite the boxer himself in his day. He was someone who had been born into poverty much like Adonis, and someone who suffered from that same insatiable anger, but had made a name for himself in the neighborhood and built his little gym from the ground up. Walter had a lot of things that he taught Adonis: the craft of boxing and the art of controlling and channeling his anger into a fight. The transition wasn't easy. Adonis was a broken kid, he had been labeled a problem, and he knew that. Walter was aware of this too, though. Walter took his time. He taught Adonis discipline, he trained him, and taught him that the label he had been given was an unfair one and untrue. He wasn't a problem. Adonis was a man, a black man at that, who had been easily tossed into the narrative that many black men were thrown in to, but Walter was there to make sure that Adonis pulled himself out of it.
And Adonis did, slowly, but surely, he became the man that Walter knew he could be. Adonis learned to control and channel his anger into boxing, and a sport he quickly fell in love with. He was constantly training, pushing himself to the limits, learning, growing, and becoming the best fighter and best man he could be. Something else Walter taught him was that it's okay to be yourself, but you can only be yourself in secret -- among those who are close to you, trusted places, secret places. Walter was gay, but he was damn good at keeping that a secret. Adonis started making a name for himself in the neighborhood too, but then Walter got sick.
It was lung cancer from years of smoking cigarettes. Stage four when they caught it. It took everything in Adonis to convince Walter to fight it. They had to take a second mortgage out on the gym, the house, and plenty of other possessions to pay for the treatment. Soon, just winning fights wasn’t making enough money for Adonis. That’s when he turned to something he never thought he would -- stripping. It brought in a lot of money, he was good at it, he had the body and the moves and the swag, but it still wasn’t enough. So, at Club Iridescence, stripping bled into escorting.
It’s been three years since Walter King succumbed to his disease.
Adonis feels alone. He keeps people out of his life, he likes being alone. He’s still working as an escort to still pay the medical bills that he’s drowning in.
❛ keith powers, cis male, he/him:his ❜ was that kyree pleasant i just saw walking into the club? the twenty-seven year old has a reputation for being flirty + charming, which i guess is why they’ve been a member here since november 15, 2019. their application lists that they are pansexual and into rough sex + threesomes.
— FULL NAME: Kyree Michael Pleasant
— NICKNAMES: Ky, KP
— PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
— AGE: 27
— DOB: August 8
— BIRTHPLACE: Sacramento, CA
— SEXUALITY: Pansexual
— OCCUPATION: Model/Social Media Influencer
—*&; the biography
Growing up in south Sacramento is the best and worst thing that could have happened to Kyree. Or, at least that's how he tells it. His family was perfect. His parents were both hard-working and they instilled a strong work ethic in Kyree and his younger siblings. In a lot of ways, Kyree's family was compared to the Huxtables, and Kyree hated that. He always had nice clothes, nice shoes, brand new and not hand-me-downs, but his friends didn't. Kyree was the outside in his group, they would tease him for being a "preppy rich boy". He hated that, and that led him to resent his family a little bit for that. He regrets it greatly now though.
He spent a lot of time with his uncle growing up, who was the youngest of his grandparents' children and extremely spoiled, cocky, and wealthy. He was something of a black sheep in their family, and Kyree didn't quite understand why everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells when they were around his uncle. His uncle spoiled him a lot growing up, but his uncle also put Kyree in a position to get in a lot of trouble one night when his uncle got caught with drugs. His uncle was subsequently arrested, and Kyree was scared straight.
Now, Kyree is a signed model and a social media influencer with quite a large following. His much more interested in remaining down to earth now, not over spending, but he will splurge on his own fun.
