09-03-2012, 12:58 PM
Couldn't resist jumpin' in!
Sebastian liked this place. Of course, why wouldn't he? Plenty of drinks to go around, and the entertainment certainly wasn't bad either. The lithe Italian had even considered getting a job at this lovely establishment, but he had decided he liked being the one in charge of his body. He made enough money with his paintings to get to decide who he had sex with and danced for.
A martini was clutched in one black-furred hand as the artisan sauntered his way to the small stage where a particularly muscular example of the male form was displaying himself. It was certainly a welcome sight. Far too many performers were far too feminine- or just plain female- for his liking. This man was tall and powerfully muscled, his body accentuated by the tight jeans and leather vest. Nearly as good as Sebastian's own bare chest and tight black jeans.
The foxy male was too late by the stage to catch the hat that had been skidding across the stage, but still sidled up next to the snowy male who had managed to catch it. Sebastian downed his martini, let out a short trio of appreciative howls for the rather clumsy, charming dancer and held up a folded bill for the brown performer's attention.
Sebastian liked this place. Of course, why wouldn't he? Plenty of drinks to go around, and the entertainment certainly wasn't bad either. The lithe Italian had even considered getting a job at this lovely establishment, but he had decided he liked being the one in charge of his body. He made enough money with his paintings to get to decide who he had sex with and danced for.
A martini was clutched in one black-furred hand as the artisan sauntered his way to the small stage where a particularly muscular example of the male form was displaying himself. It was certainly a welcome sight. Far too many performers were far too feminine- or just plain female- for his liking. This man was tall and powerfully muscled, his body accentuated by the tight jeans and leather vest. Nearly as good as Sebastian's own bare chest and tight black jeans.
The foxy male was too late by the stage to catch the hat that had been skidding across the stage, but still sidled up next to the snowy male who had managed to catch it. Sebastian downed his martini, let out a short trio of appreciative howls for the rather clumsy, charming dancer and held up a folded bill for the brown performer's attention.