| Tom&Sam - 1 |
[18 Feb 2013|11:03pm] |
Tom has been told many times that he shouldn't really be doing this job when he's as old as he is. But the thing is, women pay. Women like him. They like that he isn't a baby, they like to think that he has experience, and they like his body. Tom has been working on his body a long time, so having a chance to show it off and make himself some money isn't so bad. It's an ego boost. One day he'll leave the job, he has the money to, it isn't necessary.
It's Friday night and it's always a good night for money. Tom is about to open his first solo dance and already three of his colleagues have been out on the stage, coming back buzzing. It's good. He's happy.
He's dressed in a suit. Women like the suit. They like to see a man strip it away and his muscles beneath, the tattoos, really get them going, because they juxtapose the formality of what he wears. Tom isn't stupid.
He strolls out onto the stage under a blue light. Women scream. He steps out of the light and down onto the catwalk stripping off his jacket and throwing it into the crowd. It's a cheap one, he loses one every night. There's a small cluster of girls huddled near the front of the stage and one of them is wearing a sash that says she's 18. Excellent. Well, not excellent, a little too young for him. But she has marvelous tits.
Tom drops down to his knees beside them, undoing his tie slowly, locking eyes with the birthday girl as he slides it out from under his collar slowly, dropping it into her lap.
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