This... Was new. Or at least if it wasn't, he had been too drunk to remember. So it was at least sober-new. Technicalities aside, the core matter was, Tim was at a stripping place, and had somehow ended up shelling out enough money to be about to get a private dance. As in, he was in a private room, waiting for the stripper to arrive and start dancing just for him.
A part of him remembered that this was probably a lot more surreal than it actually felt at the moment, the other part of him was tapping the glass of scotch on his hand with his pinkie, feeling pretty damn excited about it. It was new, if nothing else, at least.
A few minutes in, a young man in tight, black shorts entered the room. He had a toned body, with long white hair contrasting dark skin. And hiding behind those lightly blue-streaked bangs was a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Good evening." A little smile tilted his lips, his voice soft. The music started, and the dancer started to sway with the beat. It wasn't slow, but it wasn't going very fast, either. He'd move while watching his client's reactions. It was early in their session, but he always made sure his guests were enjoying themselves from start to finish.
And to start, he teased by tugging at his shorts, revealing a touch more skin.
Well, if the young man's look as meant to cause an impression from the beginning, then the mission was accomplished, quite well, too. If nothing else, the whole picture was quite striking and intriguing.
"Evening," he replied with a slight raise of his glass before drinking from it while he watched the dancer with interest. By the time those shorts were tugged at, Tim was definitely leaning forward and giving the dancer his undivided attention.
Perfect. It appeared his guest was indeed enjoying himself. He could tell by that attentive look. He danced a bit closer, inviting himself into his client's personal bubble.
He didn't touch, not unless that's what his client wanted. Instead, he teased relentlessly. "If I may introduce myself, sir. My name is Venom."
He certainly welcomed the dancer's intrusion into his personal bubble. There's a spark of a desire to touch Venom, but he suppresses it. He's pretty sure that's a no go on any club worth its salt, no matter how captivating the dancers are.
Not unless Venom initiates it, he supposed.
The introduction makes him raise an eyebrow though, intrigued. "Any similarity to the namesake, or...?"
It's no different at this club, but Venom still enjoyed bending the rules for the sake of satisfying a client. He bent over and broke the rule gently by lightly nuzzling the man's cheek.
"It's just a nickname." He liked being enigmatic and allowed his guests to draw their own conclusions. Maybe he was dangerous, or maybe he was named for a band he liked. He could be anything they wanted.
Venom pulled away and smiled coyly, walking towards the seemingly random pole in the room, ready to continue his private show.
His breath hitches as Venom nuzzles against his cheek. It's certainly more contact than he expected the dancer to initiate, but it's also very much welcome. He barely even reacts to the reply about Venom's name, just nodding his understanding as he still feels Venom's warmth on his cheek.
He watches intently as Venom heads for the pole, eager to see what's coming next.
The young dancer moves around the metal pole, grabbing it and climbing like it's a rope. He wraps his legs around it, hanging briefly upside down and revealing his entire face. He then shoots a playful wink before carefully sliding down.
Once both feet are on the ground, he starts to suggestively move his hips against the pole.
He keeps watching, his eyes flaring with both interest and desire, watching the way Venom moves intently, almost standing up from his seat when he sees the wink, barely stopping himself when he realizes the chair is not a full inch beneath him.
he sits back down, going back to nursing his drink to steady himself.
It's quite a favorable reaction. Venom twirls around the pole, making sure to twist and bend at the best angles. He has to show off that magnificent physique, after all. He climbs and hangs off of it effortlessly before returning to his feet, giving his client one final tease.
He strategically hides himself behind the pole, nudging down those shorts before pulling them back up.
Tim just downs the last of his drink, taking his time to refill it to give himself some time to breathe and get his bearings. He hadn't been counting on the show having such an... effect on him. It's trilling and disconcerting at the same time. And even as he pours the drink, he can't help but to stare at Venom. The other man is just too beautiful.
And then Venom is hiding behind the pole and teasing with the shorts, and Tim is actually beckoning Venom to come closer to him.
What's this? Venom's not going to reveal himself any further outside of maybe another tease, but the way his client is beckoning him... Curious, He tucks some of that thick, white hair behind his ear, his shorts barely showing that he indeed has the same hair color below the belt.
He stops just short of Tim's seat. "Yes? Would you prefer a more intimate dance, sir?"
What he'd prefer would to be to bend Venom over the chair and fuck the daylights out of him, or even the other way around, but since that's not exactly what the place is for, he simply says "Yes," his voice thick with arousal. Having Venom close enough to feel the other man's head radiating off him would have to suffice.
"It would be my pleasure." Venom continues his dance, only this time he's dangerously close to his client. His body brushes against him but never fully touches. It must be hands-free unless the other man wants to shell out a little extra. Then Venom will be happy to offer something more intimate. Touching and all.
Another tease comes as Venom slips down his shorts, this time revealing his backside in full. But it's only for a few seconds as they're slipped right back up.
Tim continues letting Venom tease him, breathing hard and heavy, the drink not really distracting him enough to keep his desire at a manageable level.
Eventually, his resistance was worn down, and he spoke, voice heavy and low in his state. "What's the etiquette, or whatever, on touching you?" Not the best time to use the most adequate words, after all.
There's quite the loaded question. Venom stands there to think about whether or not if he should charge extra for letting his client touch him.
"It depends on how you want to touch me." He moves closer. "I don't mind a caress here and there, but if you wish to grab me or do something more... naughty, I'm afraid that's going to be extra." And as an added tease, he leans in and kisses Tim's nose.
Tim just bits his lip for a moment, debating the ethics of the whole situation, trying to find a way through everything going on, a way to do things. In the end, he decides to leave it up to Venom, while making it clear what he wants. "Alright."
The dancer just smiles, bringing his movements extremely close. Both hands slide down his client's arms, bringing them up to move along his thighs. Venom's pushing his comfort zone as he rarely lets other clients touch him like this. But he's on alert while he allows this one to be a little more interactive.
Tim takes a deep breath as he feels his hands on Venom's thighs, feeling the way the man's body moves so up close and personal like that. Now that he's actually touching Venom, it's actually pretty easy for Tim to resist the urge to to do more. It's a relief, really, because last thing he needed was to kicked out of the club for trying to ravish a dancer.
Instead, he lets his hands slowly make their way up Venom's body, up his thighs and to the hips, moving them along with Venom's dancing.
Such warm hands. Venom slows his dancing to a gentle sway. He's going to let his handsome client enjoy the complimentary touching. He'll even turn around and give the other man a full view of that toned backside. Sure, it's covered by those briefs, but they cling to him so well.
"What's your name, love?" Venom asks, hoping he can coax an answer out of his guest by tugging on those black shorts again.
Tim's hands follow Venom's movement, moving up to to caress Venom's back, feeling the strong muscles beneath his palms. It's everything he needed and didn't know until then.
"Tim," he says simply as he presses his hands a little firmer against Venom's back, pulling down to the other man's hips.
"Tim," Venom repeats, trying not to lose his composure when that hand presses into his back. It sends a tantalizing shiver down his spine, one that almost causes him to trip up. Once the hands are back on his hips, he smiles again.
"It's a good name." He runs a hand through that sandy brown hair, cupping his cheek.
There's something in the way Venom says his name that makes Tim shudder, more than he has been, as his hands lock in place here they are so he can stabilize himself some. After a moment, he tries to get himself going again by chuckling and replying. "Bit plain compared to yours."
Tim's not lying. The chuckle appears to be infectious as it brings a warm smile to Venom's face. He leans in to whisper something while he continues his intimate dance.
"My real name starts with a T, as well," He says while nipping on his client's ear. The dancer is so, so tempted to break the rules and sit in the other man's lap.
He places both hands on Tim's, teasingly easing down his tight briefs. Just enough to show those hips, but not enough to warrant extra money.
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A part of him remembered that this was probably a lot more surreal than it actually felt at the moment, the other part of him was tapping the glass of scotch on his hand with his pinkie, feeling pretty damn excited about it. It was new, if nothing else, at least.
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A few minutes in, a young man in tight, black shorts entered the room. He had a toned body, with long white hair contrasting dark skin. And hiding behind those lightly blue-streaked bangs was a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Good evening." A little smile tilted his lips, his voice soft. The music started, and the dancer started to sway with the beat. It wasn't slow, but it wasn't going very fast, either. He'd move while watching his client's reactions. It was early in their session, but he always made sure his guests were enjoying themselves from start to finish.
And to start, he teased by tugging at his shorts, revealing a touch more skin.
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"Evening," he replied with a slight raise of his glass before drinking from it while he watched the dancer with interest. By the time those shorts were tugged at, Tim was definitely leaning forward and giving the dancer his undivided attention.
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He didn't touch, not unless that's what his client wanted. Instead, he teased relentlessly. "If I may introduce myself, sir. My name is Venom."
It was quite the odd name for a dancer.
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Not unless Venom initiates it, he supposed.
The introduction makes him raise an eyebrow though, intrigued. "Any similarity to the namesake, or...?"
It really is an odd name for a dancer.
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"It's just a nickname." He liked being enigmatic and allowed his guests to draw their own conclusions. Maybe he was dangerous, or maybe he was named for a band he liked. He could be anything they wanted.
Venom pulled away and smiled coyly, walking towards the seemingly random pole in the room, ready to continue his private show.
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He watches intently as Venom heads for the pole, eager to see what's coming next.
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Once both feet are on the ground, he starts to suggestively move his hips against the pole.
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he sits back down, going back to nursing his drink to steady himself.
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He strategically hides himself behind the pole, nudging down those shorts before pulling them back up.
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And then Venom is hiding behind the pole and teasing with the shorts, and Tim is actually beckoning Venom to come closer to him.
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He stops just short of Tim's seat. "Yes? Would you prefer a more intimate dance, sir?"
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Another tease comes as Venom slips down his shorts, this time revealing his backside in full. But it's only for a few seconds as they're slipped right back up.
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Eventually, his resistance was worn down, and he spoke, voice heavy and low in his state. "What's the etiquette, or whatever, on touching you?" Not the best time to use the most adequate words, after all.
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"It depends on how you want to touch me." He moves closer. "I don't mind a caress here and there, but if you wish to grab me or do something more... naughty, I'm afraid that's going to be extra." And as an added tease, he leans in and kisses Tim's nose.
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Venom's always had a soft spot for the cute ones.
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Instead, he lets his hands slowly make their way up Venom's body, up his thighs and to the hips, moving them along with Venom's dancing.
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"What's your name, love?" Venom asks, hoping he can coax an answer out of his guest by tugging on those black shorts again.
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"Tim," he says simply as he presses his hands a little firmer against Venom's back, pulling down to the other man's hips.
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"It's a good name." He runs a hand through that sandy brown hair, cupping his cheek.
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"My real name starts with a T, as well," He says while nipping on his client's ear. The dancer is so, so tempted to break the rules and sit in the other man's lap.
He places both hands on Tim's, teasingly easing down his tight briefs. Just enough to show those hips, but not enough to warrant extra money.