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22 July 2018, 1:15AM
“Coming up to the stage, DALLASSSSSS RIDGE!” the voice boomed over the loudspeaker as the lights went out.
Wearing a hat, a mask and a trench coat, Logan took a deep breath before the lights came back up to reveal him standing right there alone on the stage. As a haze began to cover the stage, Yoncé by Beyoncé began to bump through the speakers, the lights changing color and turning on and off with the beat of the music. Hearing the music, Logan walked around with the trench coat slightly open, his abs just barely visible as he gyrated across the stage, paper bills raining from every direction onto the stage.
“Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor, like like liquor, like like like liquor...”
The lights cut as strobe lights began to flash from random directions mimicking the flash of cameras from each direction as Logan disappeared behind the curtain. the track soon faded into Partition, the curtains pulled back to reveal Logan’s silhouette backlit by an intense yellow light projected onto a sheer curtain. Rubbing down his body, Logan threw the hat off to the side as the music picked up pace, his body feeling the music as his movements gained an erotic edge to them. Sliding out of the trench, Logan’s well-defined body cast a refined silhouette onto the curtain as the crowd went wild. As the song went on, he eventually came from behind the curtain to reveal himself standing in a black speedo with white suspenders, and a black bow tie, very little else about Logan’s physique left to the imagination. Walking out onto where the pole was mounted, he ran up and grabbed near the top of the vertical bar, spinning his way down as he wrapped his legs around. Reaching the bottom, he collapsed into a pile before popping back up and rolling onto his stomach.
“Take all, of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, the kind of girl you like...”
As the beat changed, Logan crawled down the stage, grinding against the horizontal plane as he made his way to the edge, making sure to arch his back as he raised his hips back up to showcase his good assets. Reaching the end of the stage, he flipped onto his back and began thrusting into the air in tune with the music before jumping to his feet as the clap came in the music. Body rolling as he leaned back, Logan slid the suspenders off and tossed them to the backstage area, more money making its way onto the stage as the staff collected it for him. Rubbing down his body, he dropped to his knees and tossed his head back, his locs whipping around in compliance as he slid to a rather attractive man in the audience. Grabbing his hand, he ran it along his chest, down his torso, and back up as he watched the man’s reaction and accepted a smooth $20 bill in return. Rolling to his feat, he went back to the pole and performed more pole tricks, hitting a high point when he gripped the pole with his thighs and spun slowly, the energy from the crowd fueling the performance.
“Take all, of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, the kind of girl you like...”
As the chorus ended, Logan removed the speedo to reveal a jockstrap. Walking back out onto the stage, the crew placed a curvy chaise lounge onto the stage reminiscent of the one from the video so that Logan was able to slide onto it as the song transitioned into French and the lighting changed to a vibrant purple color.
“Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?
Le sexe. Je veux dire, l'activité physique.
Le coït. Tu aimes ça?
Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?
Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe,
Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent.”
In tune with the video, Logan recreated the scene flawlessly and the crowd went wild, money going everywhere as people reached out on stage to touch him. As the instrumental continued, Logan flipped onto his stomach and began to grind on the couch, the intensity of the thrusts matching the increasing tempo of the music. Knowing the song was about to end soon, he got off of the chair and went back behind the curtains, ripping the jockstrap off as the song concluded, the lights also going out.
“Hello?”
“Oh my god, this looks really nice for a prison.” Christiana said while walking through the door with her luggage. “Is anyone hoooooome?” She said with a smile.
She laughed at the man’s response. “Sorry sir there won’t be any type ‘Daddy’ games this way. Especially since my real dad is the reason I’m here. I might have a flashback and get to swinging.” She said in a playful manner. “I’m Christiana, and yes sadly I’m the new roommate.” She said while smiling.
“Trust me, I’m perfectly fine with that,” he returned with an equally jovial tone. “It’s nice to meet you Christiana, welcome to Ocean Drive: where the rich are poor and the nights are full of absolutely nothing.”
She playfully sucked her teeth, and shook her head. “Man fuck that, we need to get it lit in this bitch. I brought some of my cutest outfits with me. Somebody better be ready to hit the clubs if we have enough money.” She says with a snarky laugh.
Shrugging, Logan looked over to the bar. "Honestly, we get all the alcohol we want so I'm usually a little lit after work. What are some things you like to do?"
Checking his bank account and seeing his direct deposit hit, Logan went ahead and paid his portion of the bills. "I should see if I can set up an auto-pay kind of thing..."
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“Oh my god, this looks really nice for a prison.” Christiana said while walking through the door with her luggage. “Is anyone hoooooome?” She said with a smile.
She laughed at the man’s response. “Sorry sir there won’t be any type ‘Daddy’ games this way. Especially since my real dad is the reason I’m here. I might have a flashback and get to swinging.” She said in a playful manner. “I’m Christiana, and yes sadly I’m the new roommate.” She said while smiling.
"Trust me, I'm perfectly fine with that," he returned with an equally jovial tone. "It's nice to meet you Christiana, welcome to Ocean Drive: where the rich are poor and the nights are full of absolutely nothing."
“Oh my god, this looks really nice for a prison.” Christiana said while walking through the door with her luggage. “Is anyone hoooooome?” She said with a smile.
Walking past, Logan greeted the young woman with a head nod. “Hey, what’s good?”
Christiana shrugs before smiling, then tried to figure out how to properly word her response. “I mean aside from being damn near broke. Great.” She said with a small laugh. “How about yourself? Mr…” She paused for him to say his name.
"McAllister, but daddy is fine," he chuckled slightly before retracting the statement. "I'm just messing, my name is Logan, it's nice to meet you too." Looking at her bags, he raised his brows. "New houseguest?"
“Oh my god, this looks really nice for a prison.” Christiana said while walking through the door with her luggage. “Is anyone hoooooome?” She said with a smile.
Walking past, Logan greeted the young woman with a head nod. "Hey, what's good?"
Camryn moved over to the microwave, throwing the bag of popcorn inside while she thought of a modest way to phrase that she was stripper since it wasn’t something she was too proud of. “I’m… an entertainer.” She simply stated. “How about yourself?”
Nodding at her career choice, Logan pondered a way to think about how he should phrase his own employment.
“This is gonna sound kinda dumb, but I’m a staffer for a politician that selectively-” he paused, thinking of how to phrase his side job of stripping without being brazen with it. “-hustles a little on the side.”
Camryn nodded her head with a slightly perplexed expression but she didn’t want press the issue to avoid him further questioning her. “Hustle… okay. That’s cool. Get you money however you can man. But why work with the politician, do you aspire to work in politics or something?” She questioned focusing on his legitimate job.
"It goes with my bachelor's. I went to FAMU for political science, so this experience is gonna help me get some experience for what I actually want to do in life, which is teach something like AP Government." Finishing his banana, he threw the peel in the trash. "Either that or teaching polisci at some university."
Camryn moved over to the microwave, throwing the bag of popcorn inside while she thought of a modest way to phrase that she was stripper since it wasn’t something she was too proud of. “I’m… an entertainer.” She simply stated. “How about yourself?”
Nodding at her career choice, Logan pondered a way to think about how he should phrase his own employment.
“This is gonna sound kinda dumb, but I’m a staffer for a politician that selectively-” he paused, thinking of how to phrase his side job of stripping without being brazen with it. “-hustles a little on the side.”
A chuckle escaped Camryn’s lips. “Rich kids of Beverly Hills meets Big Brother. That’s good one, I can’t wait to put that on my resume” she joked before letting out a deep sigh reminiscing the events that lead her here. “I didn’t really have much a choice. After daddy dearest decided to cut me off I blew through my trust fund… and here I am. Broke, sad, and desperate.”
Cringing, Logan looked away as he heard yet again a remix of Princess Morbucks falling from grace. “That… sucks to be quite honest. I’m here because my mom recently changed jobs and we can’t spend like we used to. I’m not mad or anything, I really just feel like ’‘this is my life now, time to get to work.’ if that makes sense?
“My father’s has always been vindictive so I should have seen this coming. But yeah, I get it. It’s different when someone doesn’t have it versus when someone just doesn’t want you to have it. You definitely have a good way of viewing it. I just wish that I would have better prepared for this moment.”
Logan simply looked as he was momentarily speechless. Not wanting to say anything to offend, he scanned the area around him to search for something to talk about.
“So uh, what do you do... now?”
A chuckle escaped Camryn’s lips. “Rich kids of Beverly Hills meets Big Brother. That’s good one, I can’t wait to put that on my resume” she joked before letting out a deep sigh reminiscing the events that lead her here. “I didn’t really have much a choice. After daddy dearest decided to cut me off I blew through my trust fund… and here I am. Broke, sad, and desperate.”
Cringing, Logan looked away as he heard yet again a remix of Princess Morbucks falling from grace. "That… sucks to be quite honest. I'm here because my mom recently changed jobs and we can't spend like we used to. I'm not mad or anything, I really just feel like ''this is my life now, time to get to work.' if that makes sense?
“ Ohh, you’re a doll this will work beautifully.” She answered taking the bag of popcorn out his hand. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. I’m Camryn but you can just call me Ryn.”
"Nice to meet you Camryn. I'm Logan, it's nice to meet you," he responded warmly. "So, what brings you to Rich Kids of Beverly Hills meets Big Brother?"
Brushing his hair back, Logan made his way downstairs and grabbed a banana, peeling the skin back and breaking a piece off before eating it.
Camryn wandered into the kitchen wrapped in her fuzzy blanket with her bear paw slippers on a mission for snacks before starting her movie. She saw a male standing in the middle of kitchen and figured he could help her find the snacks faster. “Hey, do you know if there’s any popcorn in here?” She questioned.
Looking into one of the cabinets, Logan grabbed a single packet of microwave popcorn and handed it to the young woman. "Here you go," he stated. "It's movie theater butter, I hope that's fine with you?"
Brushing his hair back, Logan made his way downstairs and grabbed a banana, peeling the skin back and breaking a piece off before eating it.
Apollo ’s brows rose in curiosity at the male ’s sudden change in tone. He continued to speed down the highway as he pushed down on a button stationed on the steering wheel, lowering the car stereo system. “Logan, you can tell me anything. If you’re worried I’ll get pissy, trust me when I say….I’ll keep it to myself.” He chuckled as he switched lanes since their exit was coming up. “Plus I’m in a pretty decent mood since I got you around. Now, I’m all ears.”
Sighing, Logan began to stroke the back of Apollo's hand with his thumb. "So uh, I know this is sudden and all, but I really enjoy spending time with you and all that, and I just wanted to know like how you felt about me, this whole whatever we're calling it, all of that…" Quickly turning red, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment. "I feel like that was a dumb question, but I've just been meaning to know, y'know?"