<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joel Turner<em>aka</em>JT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, Near the Entrance, Then the Bar<br/><strong>With:</strong>A Gorgeous Nocturne Employee...or Ten!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>As JT entered the club his senses became overwhelmed. One minute he was struggling, just a little, to see where he was going, but then the next he was caught in what felt like the direct beam of a roaming, neon green spotlight. His ears were next to be assaulted - but in a good way - first by the throbbing, low bass music some shadowy DJ was spinning in the center of the room, upon an ornate stage, and then by the flirtatious tauntings and teasings of the sexy staff members who seemed to be, quite literally, swarming the clients from all sides as they made their way across the dance floor.<br/><br/>Still riding the wave of being recognized at the door by the burly bouncer and then flirted with by the kiddie cashier, Joel gave himself over to the playful vibe that was currently being encouraged by a particularly gorgeous blonde stud, whom he assumed was a member of the staff. Taking advantage of the moment - as well as the guy who currently had his well-developed backside turned towards JT - the young actor took it upon himself to cop a free feel. Reaching under the hem of the guy's kilt, he was pleased to discover, rather quickly, that the stud knew exactly how to properly wear such a sexy garment, for there was now nothing between the skin of Joel's palm and the smooth length of the throbbing cock found below the leather folds.<br/><br/><em>Damn. He's hung like a fuckin' bull! Although...I could probably give him a run for his money.</em><br/><br/>Feeling a little like a kid who was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar, JT quickly withdrew his groping digits as the guy turned to face him.<br/><br/>What happened next, sent a chill up his spine.<br/><br/>As the guy met his gaze, he froze. Then a look of utter confusion played across his handsome features. No, actually, it was more a look of shock, as if he had just seen a ghost or something equally strange. However, it was the way he staggered off, looking more than a little stunned, that alarmed Joel the most.<br/><br/>Had he already overstepped some imaginary line? Maybe the guy wasn't into other guys. It was possible, regardless of how flirty he had just been with both genders. He was an employee being paid to make<em>everyone</em>feel at home, but that didn't mean he had to like it when someone of the same sex actually showed interest. Granted, Joel had gone a bit further than just flirting back. Yeah. No. He had actually taken things into his own hands, like, literally.<br/><br/>But, damn, hadn't it felt good!<br/><br/>Feeling his buzz fade just a little, Joel decided it was probably best if he simply made his way for the bar and got himself something to drink. The night was still young and he wanted to make certain that he made it through to the other end without being tossed out on his ass by security. Although, being manhandled by Goliath - his new nickname for the bouncer - would probably be fun, that is, if he didn't mind having his balls busted and his face rearranged.<br/><br/>On second thought. Scrap that idea. His moneymaker was far too valuable to be fucked up by the likes of that brute.<br/><br/>"I'll take a rum and coke," he ordered, once he found himself standing at the bar. "Actually, screw the coke. Just make it a shot of the good stuff," he was quick to add as he tossed a five on the counter before him.