Broke (or at least low on funds)
Balancing a check book. Thats the one skill I just can never seem to master. I will walk through months with out writing anything down. Well its caught up to me this time. I recieved a bank statement that I was overdrawn. How did it happen? Hell I know how it happened. The construction bussiness dried up for the winter season and I spent the money on a new Harley. I needed money and needed it fast. I can't sell the car its not mine and Carol and her dad would kill me. Can't sell the Harley beacuse its My Harley. I won't sell my self. Well maybe a little, again. It did pay for college afterall.
I spend the early part of the afternoon looking for phone numbers that I thought I had "lost". I knew I had them but thought I would never call them again. Found them, Jimmy my "pimp " as it were. Not A pimp in the usuall scence , but Jimmy was more of my agent for my dancing. Being young and still ripped I know I can dance again. Jimmi says I can do my routine at a Bacholrette party this evening. OK ok don't panic. Its been s few years since doing this. Its like riding a bike you never forget.
The late after noon is spent at the gym getting my self tightened up for the evening. Do some Curls for the girls is my evenings mantra. The weights fight back as I pump them in many sets. I shower shave my body and shower again. Some streching and yoga for flexability. After shave , hair gel , oil my self in the mirror and now the costume. I get my tear away jock on. ITs been awhile but fits like a glove. Tight in all the right places and rip away pants. Quickly burn a Cd to dance to. Some MArlyon Manson , maroon 5 , Duran Duran and generic base music.
The drive goes quickly as 9 pm closes in. A straight shot on 88 to Downers grove to visit. What the Brides name again, Lisa. Next week Lisa Smith will be Lisa who knows what. She needs a show and I need the cash for the apartment. The subdivision is easy to find. I park the Beemer around the corner from the house. The party is loud I can hear music and laughs comming from out side. Good Tips should be good tonight.
I ring the bell and a young lady answers the door. "Hello miss there has been a few complaints from your neighbors about the noise. I say as I adjust my "Officers" hat. " Your neighbors said Turn it UP!!!!" I walk in with my boom blaring some dance music. The first this that comes off is my Blue dress shirt. The young lady closest to me looks like shes about to pass out. I smile a cool yet wicked smile to her and continue in to the crowded room. Women all around, I do miss this. It comes back to me as I move to the center of the room. Smile and dance. A light touch on the ladies as the smile and drink their mixed drinks. One of the ladies points me in to the right direction-- the bride to be. She blushes as I wink and wave.
The music changes Kid Rock blares from the speakers-- "My Name is........" Thats my que for the for the torn undershirt. An audible gasp echos from accross the room. I guess the work out was worth it. I feel some light touches across my back and six pack as I keep my eyes closed. Now I open them. I look at Lisa my fallened angel the bride. I make a ritual of slowly removing my hat and placing it on her head. I am in front of her. She looks embarrassed , red faced, flushed and yet very excited. I raise my hands above my head and grind away. I slowly move them down my head , chest , abs and to my waist. The music changes yet again A blaring base beat from the Chemical brothers my que. I grab my pants and tear the skyward. The come off in a flash. I hear hands clap and more ooos and ahhhhs as I dance for Lisa. I hold my hand out to Lisa she stands up I look deep in to her eyes and I place her hands on my ass and we grind to the beat. She is having a great time. We smile and laugh together during the song. She droppes to the sofa and I make some quick rounds Dance and smile with the customers. Get some cash in the pants. I enjoy my work. I find that I am begining to throb. Its been awhile and the excitement is getting to me as well. Again I bring my attentions back to Lisa. I walk up to her and jiggle my unit in front of her face. I turn and show her my well muscled back side. With out promting she grabs my ass. I howl in to the air. and quickly shake my buns for her. Now the final peice of cloth. I tear off my jock ......... I turn and show her my back G-string with a painted Policemans badge on it. BAck to the girls.... The music blares heavy base - For this rounds its an old Public Enemy 911 is a joke, and I make the rounds again. "I need the money ladies Im a growing boy. " I joke as I dance around the house.
The music slows to my Favorite part, the slow dance. I walk up to Lisa and take her Hand as Sexual Healing ques on. She smiles and move very slowly in front of her as she sits. In my mind none of the other women are here. This is MY time with Lisa. I grind to a deep sexual beat that the music supplies. My cock aches for her, I ache for her and she can see that. She offers a devils smile as I am her dancing slave. I sweat in front of her as every move is slow and deliberate. I take her hand , stand her up and place her hand on my lips, then on my heart. I move it to my stomach and slowly to my neither region. The song stops and the world returns to me. Not a single lady is making noise in the room. Lisa cant move and I stand very still for her. "You ok Baby." Quiet. I turn to my audience and drop my hat to the floor. Ladies may I join you for a drink? I ask to the crowd. If 2 seconds a beer is in my hand.. I put my pants on and sit for awhile. I drink my beer and ask to the sea of ladies "Well who hired me?" . Almost in a single voice "Charity did." . "thats cool, Is she here? " I ask. The answer is no she had to somthing else for the party. "Too bad , I would have liked to have met my host for the evening." I pick up my money and jock and some one hands me an enveolpe. I gather my self togther. I give the bride to be a long wet kiss on her lips and depart. I drop some of Jimmi's cards on a table and wave to all "Call me?" . Its going to be a long night I have three more shows to do. Must learn to balance a check book.
I spend the early part of the afternoon looking for phone numbers that I thought I had "lost". I knew I had them but thought I would never call them again. Found them, Jimmy my "pimp " as it were. Not A pimp in the usuall scence , but Jimmy was more of my agent for my dancing. Being young and still ripped I know I can dance again. Jimmi says I can do my routine at a Bacholrette party this evening. OK ok don't panic. Its been s few years since doing this. Its like riding a bike you never forget.
The late after noon is spent at the gym getting my self tightened up for the evening. Do some Curls for the girls is my evenings mantra. The weights fight back as I pump them in many sets. I shower shave my body and shower again. Some streching and yoga for flexability. After shave , hair gel , oil my self in the mirror and now the costume. I get my tear away jock on. ITs been awhile but fits like a glove. Tight in all the right places and rip away pants. Quickly burn a Cd to dance to. Some MArlyon Manson , maroon 5 , Duran Duran and generic base music.
The drive goes quickly as 9 pm closes in. A straight shot on 88 to Downers grove to visit. What the Brides name again, Lisa. Next week Lisa Smith will be Lisa who knows what. She needs a show and I need the cash for the apartment. The subdivision is easy to find. I park the Beemer around the corner from the house. The party is loud I can hear music and laughs comming from out side. Good Tips should be good tonight.
I ring the bell and a young lady answers the door. "Hello miss there has been a few complaints from your neighbors about the noise. I say as I adjust my "Officers" hat. " Your neighbors said Turn it UP!!!!" I walk in with my boom blaring some dance music. The first this that comes off is my Blue dress shirt. The young lady closest to me looks like shes about to pass out. I smile a cool yet wicked smile to her and continue in to the crowded room. Women all around, I do miss this. It comes back to me as I move to the center of the room. Smile and dance. A light touch on the ladies as the smile and drink their mixed drinks. One of the ladies points me in to the right direction-- the bride to be. She blushes as I wink and wave.
The music changes Kid Rock blares from the speakers-- "My Name is........" Thats my que for the for the torn undershirt. An audible gasp echos from accross the room. I guess the work out was worth it. I feel some light touches across my back and six pack as I keep my eyes closed. Now I open them. I look at Lisa my fallened angel the bride. I make a ritual of slowly removing my hat and placing it on her head. I am in front of her. She looks embarrassed , red faced, flushed and yet very excited. I raise my hands above my head and grind away. I slowly move them down my head , chest , abs and to my waist. The music changes yet again A blaring base beat from the Chemical brothers my que. I grab my pants and tear the skyward. The come off in a flash. I hear hands clap and more ooos and ahhhhs as I dance for Lisa. I hold my hand out to Lisa she stands up I look deep in to her eyes and I place her hands on my ass and we grind to the beat. She is having a great time. We smile and laugh together during the song. She droppes to the sofa and I make some quick rounds Dance and smile with the customers. Get some cash in the pants. I enjoy my work. I find that I am begining to throb. Its been awhile and the excitement is getting to me as well. Again I bring my attentions back to Lisa. I walk up to her and jiggle my unit in front of her face. I turn and show her my well muscled back side. With out promting she grabs my ass. I howl in to the air. and quickly shake my buns for her. Now the final peice of cloth. I tear off my jock ......... I turn and show her my back G-string with a painted Policemans badge on it. BAck to the girls.... The music blares heavy base - For this rounds its an old Public Enemy 911 is a joke, and I make the rounds again. "I need the money ladies Im a growing boy. " I joke as I dance around the house.
The music slows to my Favorite part, the slow dance. I walk up to Lisa and take her Hand as Sexual Healing ques on. She smiles and move very slowly in front of her as she sits. In my mind none of the other women are here. This is MY time with Lisa. I grind to a deep sexual beat that the music supplies. My cock aches for her, I ache for her and she can see that. She offers a devils smile as I am her dancing slave. I sweat in front of her as every move is slow and deliberate. I take her hand , stand her up and place her hand on my lips, then on my heart. I move it to my stomach and slowly to my neither region. The song stops and the world returns to me. Not a single lady is making noise in the room. Lisa cant move and I stand very still for her. "You ok Baby." Quiet. I turn to my audience and drop my hat to the floor. Ladies may I join you for a drink? I ask to the crowd. If 2 seconds a beer is in my hand.. I put my pants on and sit for awhile. I drink my beer and ask to the sea of ladies "Well who hired me?" . Almost in a single voice "Charity did." . "thats cool, Is she here? " I ask. The answer is no she had to somthing else for the party. "Too bad , I would have liked to have met my host for the evening." I pick up my money and jock and some one hands me an enveolpe. I gather my self togther. I give the bride to be a long wet kiss on her lips and depart. I drop some of Jimmi's cards on a table and wave to all "Call me?" . Its going to be a long night I have three more shows to do. Must learn to balance a check book.
posted by Mr Crane at 9:33 PM
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Just the start of a story --- It gets better.......
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