mirotic

[byeoltan]

/he a V ES/

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mvrgcts:

“oh, god, i can’t even imagine? that sounds so awful. okay, but imagine how vaguely traumatizing it’d be to actually have a guy fuckin’ die underneath you like that. as cool as that title would be, i dunno if it’d be worth it.”

“Imagine having to be that person who has to report it to someone. How do you even explain a situation like that without embarrassing yourself? Better yet, how do you report it without making people think you were at least responsible for manslaughter?” 

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drcw:

“Yikes, that sounds terrible. I don’t have much tomato juice, never been that much of a fan, but I do have a bathtub you can borrow.”

“Maybe so. Consider it a little warning if the elderly approach you with grabby hands. Oh? I wouldn’t be putting you out, would I?”

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brookxlennox:

“Really?  Well I get that…like I said, there’s a thrill that goes along with it, for me at least.  Yeah, I have before.  Some of them are really hot, and I already know I turn them on by how they react to my dancing.  Wow, so you’re a veteran.  Any tips?”

“Sounds cute. I think boys will get turned on by anything so long as there’s another guy willing to take their clothes off in front of them--whether said guy can dance or not hardly matters. I guess so; hm, I suppose you just have to play up to other’s sexual desires. You’re taking advantage of the customers, after all. Put your all into the show, shave so you’re clean, exude confidence in everything you do, but don’t get carried away. I think many forget there’s a difference between being a male stripper, and being a prostitute. The latter’s illegal, and clubs have to take that stuff seriously.” 

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brookxlennox:

“Yeah, that’s why I started, but I don’t hate.  It’s definitely an ego booster, and I get kind of a thrill out of it.  Plus it’s a great way to meet guys.  Ah, so regulars aren’t always a good thing.  How long have you been doing this?”

“I’ve heard more people say they do it because they enjoy dancing. Same reason I do it. I guess the better you are, the further you’ll go. You meet guys through this? Hell, whatever pumps your nads, I guess. Hm. Nearly seven years. Mostly in Korea, in underground clubs that were barely legal--but I’d like to think it gave me enough experience.”

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mvrgcts:

“honestly, i could never do that. like, lap dances? cool, yeah, i can dig it. but to gross old men? not a chance. i don’t care how much money they’ve got. so i gotta give you mad props.”

“Not like I have a choice. It’s the winkles that get me, when they get all handsy. I’m pretty sure one of them was going through cardiac arrest one time, too. It’d be a pretty cool title, though, right? The guy who gives lap dances to, literally, die for.”

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brookxlennox:

“Well I mean, I don’t just gravitate to a certain type, I spread the love.  I just enjoy it more when it’s a guy like that.  At the end of the day, I’m really just there to make money, you know?  I do already have a regular though who really tips me well.”

“Oh? Just in it to make money? Huh. Are you one of those who actually hates the job, but stays because sex work offers a real good wage? Lucky. I have regulars, but they think they can get away with cheap cuts. And then there’s the regulars who seem to think tipping means sex--fickle audience, I say.”

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brookxlennox:

“Really?  Maybe I just haven’t been doing it enough.  I’ve only been at it for a couple of months now.  My favorites are the guys in their mid 30s to mid 40s because they’re usually generous and also I don’t mind as much when they grope me.  Usually.”

“Depends on what you’re willing to offer. Obviously you’ll get more if you put your back into it. You’ll get more if the guy’s rich. You won’t get more if you just shove your ass in their face and tell them they can touch all they want. Good for you for having a preference, though. I’ve found having one, myself, limits what I can do at work, you know? When you start getting picky, you start under-preforming with certain people.”

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ycosi:

“I’m not particularly fond of Cuban Partagás, to be honest. Tobacco has that stench that sticks to your hair and clothes? It makes me feel like a nasty slut and I love it. Makes for a valid excuse to be skimping on cigars, too, if they’re into that. While I’m not big on tomatoes outside of sauce, that’d give a whole new meaning to eating you out.”

“I don’t know; would you rather smell like a discount slut with standards as low as the floor--or a classy slut who fucks with men with expensive taste in quality tobacco? Maybe settle for cigarettes, have them flick the ash on you while they have you bent over a table. Add some cheese, too, and I promise you a Junsu pizza.”

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brookxlennox:

“I feel that, but they’re usually the best tippers.  They also happen to be the most handsy though in my experience.  I guess they get to a certain age where they think they can do whatever they want just because they’re old.”

“You’d be surprised. I find the younger ones are the best tippers, the ones questioning their own sexuality, or find themselves wanting to experiment. Older men have some attitude of ‘been there, seen better’. The ones that aren’t taken, at least.”

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ycosi:

“I like your stink though, it’s distinctive. Besides, what’s there not to like about the smell of old men and tobacco coming from someone as cute as you? For the record though; if I walk into my bathtub filled with tomato juice, I’m suing. And then evicting.”

“I might like the tobacco a little more if they smoked Cuban cigars. But they’re all for that cheap stuff, you know? I think the only thing they fork out on, is extra time for dances. Awh, come on, baby--You’d love to see me covered in tomato juice. The aftermath is worth it.”

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tanner--yorke:

“I mean, I happen to have a bathtub, you would just have to supply the tomato juice yourself.” He mentioned to him as he smirked softly. “Is that something you would like to do?”

Junsu dropped his head to the side, lazed, while curious eyes raked over the form of the other shamelessly. “Perhaps. Shall we go to the store to get the juice, or shall I wander blindly to your place a little later?”

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kylerxmichaelson:

He looked at him and listened to what he was saying and he nodded a bit. “Sloppy? Does that mean you like to smoke weed or something?” He asked him. “Or are you just fine with not doing anything and hanging out?” He asked him. 

An eyebrow raised, as he’d peered over the other. The smallest glint of a smirk gracing his lips. “Sometimes. When it’s offered. I prefer post-orgasm euphoria, though, truthfully.” The response was blunt enough to encourage half-lidded eyes and a grin. “Hanging out? Is that what you’d rather do? Seems to me like you’re a little down in the dumps, and ‘hanging out’ isn’t going to snap you out of it. Neither is drinking gin.”

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kylerxmichaelson:

Kyler smirked. “I guess you’re right. Next time that’s all I will have to do.” He said. He sipped from the bottle before handing it over to the other male like he had requested. “What tends to be your poison?” He asked him. “I personally like bourbon and tequila.”

Nothing more than a curt bow of the head followed the other’s words, just before his hand had grasped onto the bottle. Sparkling eyes skimmed over the tinted glass for a moment, as if in silent scrutiny. Though he pressed it to his plump lips regardless, and sipped slowly. “Soju. I don’t see it very often in the States. But I guess tequila and vodka is close behind. Then again, alcohol rarely gets me going--It’s too sloppy.” 

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“I reckon the amount of elderly men I’ve given a private lap dance to in the last couple of days, has resulted in the fact that I reek of cigar smoke. If you happen to have a bathtub full of tomato juice I can borrow, I’ll forever be in your debt.”

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kylerxmichaelson:

Kyler looked at the male as he walked up to him. He listened to everything that he was saying and he smirked softly. “I mean, no it’s not because I am not going to talk to you about it. I’m not going to talk to you about issues that i’m having because one, it doesn’t matter and two, because you’re a complete stranger so we are perfectly fine. Now, are you going to drink?” He asked him as he raised an eyebrow. 

Small hands wrapped around the bitter cold of the chains that held up the surface of the swing, legs slowly swinging him back and forth, umber hues dragging along the array of buildings in the distance. “Instead of drawing that out, a simple no would’ve sufficed, hun.” The male retorted, side-glance being the only thing spared in the direction of the stranger. Despite all, the roll of his eyes told of his defeat, as he held his hand out to the other. “Hand it over.” 

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kylerxmichaelson:

Kyler really didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. He thought he finally had found his happiness and then he found out that Amos was just getting his hopes up for nothing. He sighed quite loudly as he found himself at the park with a bottle of gin in his hand. He sipped right from the bottle as he looked around, sitting on one of the swings. He looked up at someone when the approached. “Listen, either come drink this with me or just piss off.” He said to them. 

Perhaps he was tired, that would explain the gentle fidgeting as he walked with small hands occasionally tugging at his dishevelled hair, or the collar around his jacket that sat a little too large around his frame. The remnants of glitter still clung to his skin, smudged eyeliner giving him a smokey look, and muscles that moves so accordingly despite the ache of overwork. He’d wandered for fresh air despite himself, through the lingering crowds of people, into the park. He was merely going to walk by the person perched upon the swings, until his voice called for his attention. “You’re a real people person, aren’t you?” The elder sighed, hands lodged into his pockets now as he saw on the swing beside the other. “So, what’s gotten you all moody? Actually, before you answer that question--is it going to keep me here, bored out of my mind for longer than five minutes?”