Library Dance Club - Main Floor
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				Title: <strong>Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:00:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">The Library Dance Club</span></div><br><div align="center">Co-owned and operated by Christian and Brandon The Library is a dance club that caters to the wealthy and beautiful gay male crowd in New Jersey &amp; New York. Both wealthy playboys, Christian and Brandon needed to focus their energies into something productive. Loving the party side of life they pooled their resources and contacts and opened The Library.<br><br>The Library is a certifiable celebrity magnet. Patrons can generally get in for under a few grand, but it’s common to spend $20-$50k for a premium night out. With three distinct experiences enveloped in two stories of decadance, The Library is not just a gay nightclub; it is THE nightlife destination for hot gay guys. At 36,000 square feet, The Library is three venues in one, each featuring its own DJ, sound system and sexy style.</div><br><div align="center">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D1PtLUk4-4/R9qycBJSP_I/AAAAAAAAAck/BaDTvql_iac/s400/Martin_Pure3.jpg)</div><div align="center">Main Floor where tables are often moved for special celebrity appearances, mosh pits, and hot male dancing.</div><br><div align="center">(http://www.earlyvegas.com/images/pure_3.jpg)</div><div align="center">Roof Top where patrons can appreciate the skyline view while making out.</div><br><div align="center">(http://www.earlyvegas.com/images/pure_1.jpg)</div><div align="center">Pure escape happens in The Library's reading rooms where either sheer curtains or separate rooms provide semi- or totally privacy for patrons and their entertainment.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:03:32</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"></span></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">The </span><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Library </span><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Dance </span><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Club </span><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Staff</span></div><br>Click on the names to get an image.<br><br><strong>Brandon &nbsp;(http://www.pbeming.com/elliquiy/images/club2.jpg)</strong>- co-owner of club and financer, bottom, submissive, trustee baby, always had everything given to him, doesn't understand concept of money, often lives in own reality filled with sunshine and rainbows. Played by alxnjsh.<br><br><strong>Christian &nbsp;(http://www.pbeming.com/elliquiy/images/club1.jpg)</strong>- owner and financer of The Library, a former Harvard football player and now part-time model when he isn't behind closed doors with someone, has a good grasp of business and reality, but gets bored very easily and cannot commit. Played by Archivist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:31:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Job Openings</span></strong></span></div><br>The staff of The Library Dance Club are currently searching for the following positions:<br><br><strong>Bartenders </strong> - they've got to mix a mean drink and able to pull in the tips.<br><br><strong>Bouncers </strong> - they've got to be able to handle a rowdy crowd of gay guys. The bouncers are also considered co-hosts during leather and daddy nights.<br><br><strong>Dancers </strong> - all types are sought for our diverse venue.<br><br>Applicants are encouraged to apply in person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 01:07:16</strong>
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				A man walks into the rather decadent club.&nbsp; He'd spotted the job openings, and after having been discharged from the military, decided that he might take up a regular job though this place looked as if it would provide anything but a regular occupation.<br><br>His hair was short and dark with a bit of gray in his chinstrap beard at the curve of his jaw.&nbsp; He held a rather macho expression most of the time which usually gave people the impression that he was pissed or annoyed.&nbsp; <br><br>He wore only a black wifebeater type shirt with a pair of blue jeans and black leather boots.&nbsp; Tattoos adorned his arms and chest though they became obscured by the shirt as the delved beneath the low cut collar of his shirt.&nbsp; A bit of dark hair could be seen peeking over the collar as well, a pair of dogtags hanging around his neck to be hidden just under the shirt.<br><br>Each ear held a simple silver stud earring which glinted in the dim light of the establishment.&nbsp; He walked in a bit further, seeking someone who could help him.<br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; I'm here about the bouncer position.&nbsp; Names Derrik."<br><br>(http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/3971/sleevetat11.jpg)<br><br><strong>Edit</strong>: Added his name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:58:04</strong>
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				Brandon stood behind the bar. They were physically ready with the establishment, but didn't have any staff. Well other than himself (and of course Christian) and he was ready to make a few tips for the club. Christian and Brandon had hired several consulting companies to assist with the decor, liquor menu, music...the whole shebang. <br><br>Looking in the mirror wall behind the liquor Brandon managed to still look amazing while doing work....er...supervising. Christian was the one that really pushed people around, Brandon smiled and consoled. It was like an award winning rendition of good cop - bad cop.<br><br>His vanity was interrupted by a voice from behind him.<br><br>Brandon turned to stare into a tough street version of a Greek God. If Christian was the epitome of preppy-gods than the vision before Brandon was the epitome of daddy-gods. He looked like he could slap around a few gays and probably have some fun doing it.<br><br>"Hello there," Brandon said coming from around the bar with his innocent-boy smile. He paid no attention to the rough facade and ran his fingers along the tattoos that inked the stud's arms. He linked his arm around a bicep. "It's yours." Brandon had no street smarts, totally oblivious to the world. To him everything was a shopping spree at Nordstroms. <br><br>Brandon escorted the beefcake behind the scenes where Christian was giving orders.<br><br>"Christian, look, our bouncer has arrived." Brandon beamed as though he'd solved all their problems.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 04:01:07</strong>
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				"No, three dozen cases.. three dozen, not half a dozen, three!" Christian ran his hand back through his hair in frustration, staring up at the ceiling. Opening day was only a week away, and some of the suppliers were still balking at the orders he had placed. Most had been delivered, but he wanted to make sure everything was in place. "Look, just write it down and make damn sure it's here!"<br><br>He closed his phone and groaned. Part of the deal that his father had set down was that one of his senior accountants would be on hand to make sure the money was being well spent, and Jeremy knew his shit. He had warned Christian about some of the problems they would face going up to opening day, but the warning and the reality were two different things.<br><br>Brandon's sudden appearance distracted him from the call. He turned, ready to give his friend some hell, but the smile faded as he saw Brandon had someone with him. "He has huh," Christian said as he put his phone away. He held out his hand for the other man, saying as he did, "Name's Christian, owner of the club. You ah.. got any experience?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 22:56:06</strong>
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				Derrik took the hand willingly, giving it a firm squeeze and a hard shake before letting it go.&nbsp; "I'm just out of the military.&nbsp; Before I joined I was a football player and wrestler for my college, and apart from my army experience, I have been an avid student and practitioner of karate.&nbsp; I'm a 4th degree black belt."<br><br>His dark grey eyes turned to look around the place.&nbsp; "Nice place.&nbsp; Not really my style, but the job interests me.&nbsp; I hear you have leather/daddy nights."&nbsp; He said with more interest, a smirk appearing on his lips as he cocked an eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 21:44:22</strong>
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				Brandon unlooped his arm from the stud's bicep and walked over to Christian. The blond now looped his arm in his all-American boy's bicep. "Yes, military, football player - Christian you played football. Black belt." Brandon stressed each of Derrik's points.<br><br>Brandon beamed. "That black belt will be perfect on leather or daddy nights. We do have them." He smiled at Derrik. He motioned with his free arm. "Look at his tats Christian. He's made for the part. I mean, I wouldn't fuck with anyone in this place with him standing at the door. Well...unless I paid for it, and the guy accepted. And on leather night...um...yeah." <br><br>"Can we just hire him?" Brandon asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 22:47:58</strong>
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				He stared at the blond as he moved away from his arm to join his business partner.&nbsp; Derrik quite liked his smaller frame, and he wouldn't have minded having him close at hand for a bit longer.<br><br>The man gave a smile to them though it still looked a bit menacing without even trying.&nbsp; He crossed both thick arms across his chest, cocking one hip to the side slightly as he looked from Christian to Brandon, his eyes lingering on the small blond.<br><br>"It would really be doing me a favor.&nbsp; Not that I'm destitute, but idle hands are the devil's work...if you know what I mean."&nbsp; He said, his deep voice flowing out in his most respectful of tones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 22:33:04</strong>
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				Christian considered Derrik's qualifications. They seemed to be exactly the skill set they needed in a bouncer, but unlike Brandon he wasn't able to just take this guy at face value. Just on a physical level, Brandon was right.. nobody would fuck with people, or at least not for very long, with Derrik being the one reminding them of the club's rules. Christian still wasn't sold a hundred percent, but it seemed like a good investment.<br><br>"Allright, Derrik. I think we can get you set up here. You'll still have to fill out the application paperwork, and there's a background check also. If you're comfortable with that, and nothing comes back that raises a red flag.. you're hired." He glanced at Brandon hanging on his arm, definitely not missing the looks the two were shooting each other. "Any problems with maintaining professional relationships? Since, you know, your job would be to step into fights, which might include staff on busy nights.."
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 01:57:19</strong>
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				He could tell Christian was still not totally convinced, but he would only have to prove himself to him.&nbsp; Derrik nodded to the man upon hearing the initial paperwork and checks that would be necessary.&nbsp; "I will fill them out now if you'd like, and I have nothing to hide.&nbsp; Feel free to check."<br><br>"I wont have a problem maintaining professional relationships, no.&nbsp; Does that extend to when I'm off duty?"&nbsp; He cocked a grin, as he glanced at the man before looking back to Brandon with predatory eyes.&nbsp; He would stay his hand if he had to maintain complete separation, but the hot number currently latched onto Christian's arm was almost too good to pass up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 03:00:49</strong>
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				"Just formalities," Christian reassured Derrik. "The lawyers insist." They had also explained, in no uncertain terms, what could happen if a bouncer injured someone, even on accident, and a felony came up in the investigation that was previously unknown. The legal and monetary ramifications to the club would be a closer, and the end of Christian's goal. "I'll get a copy of the application paperwork, and you can fill it out in the back office if you want. We'll run the background check and you'll get a call once that all clears."<br><br>He looked down at Brandon, considering the question. He had never staked any claim to his friend, and Brandon had never asked for that. They both understood the relationship, and while Christian didn't like the thought of him making the rounds of the club, he also knew that telling Brandon <em>not</em> to do something was the best way to make him do. And, there was of course, the point that Christian intended to do the exactly the same. "Off duty, just keep it safe. Drugs I got no issues with, long as they stay outside. Blood tests for diseases though, you get sick, you get blackballed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 03:09:47</strong>
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				Derrik nodded again.&nbsp; Of course, paperwork was needed to cover their ass even for the slightest of incidents.&nbsp; He could handle it though.&nbsp; Part of studying the martial arts was not to be a weapon but rather to be a shield, only striking when danger was certain and imminent.&nbsp; "That would be perfect."&nbsp; He said to Christian, awaiting to be brought back to fill out the necessary forms.<br><br>"I can assure you of my professionalism.&nbsp; My play will remain after hours, and drugs were never my thing.&nbsp; I have no qualms with blood tests, and I always play safe.&nbsp; I insist on it."&nbsp; He said, trying to reassure the man that there was no reckless behavior to be found there.&nbsp; With military training, a person's outlook changes.&nbsp; You either learn to be responsible, or you get your ass kicked trying.&nbsp; Besides, having a quick fuck was far from what he sought.&nbsp; There were so many other things one could do that didn't involve risky behavior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 03:24:18</strong>
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				Brandon smiled, almost letting out a giggle. "Welcome to the team, Daddy." The blond moved back to link an arm around the beefy stud. He squeezed the arm just to be sure it was real...it damn well was. Thick and hard. Brandon considered if he was all thick and hard.<br><br>"Don't worry Derrik," Brandon looked into the amazing eyes. "Christian isn't possessive of me, are ya babe?" For good measure the blond moved in front of Derrick and leaned against him. Even through his clothes and Derrick's clothes, Brandon felt the muscles. The rich twink pushed his ass back and felt another muscle. "He likes to watch anyway." Brandon stuck his tongue out at Christian.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 03:42:52</strong>
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				His eyes locked with Brandon again, a sly smirk coming to his lips.&nbsp; Brandon came closer, an arm slipping around his own thick appendage before a squeeze was felt.&nbsp; The little guy was testing to see just how built he really was.&nbsp; It made Derrik laugh on the inside.<br><br>He looked into Brandon's own eyes as the boy spoke.&nbsp; The man's grey eyes glanced to Christian, affirming that there was no connection that he would be interfering with.&nbsp; Luckily, he didn't see one.&nbsp; Brandon moved in front of the large man, leaning back against him, and Derrik couldn't help but slip a thick arm down around the boy to hold him close.&nbsp; The blond pushed his ass back to feel his package which wasn't hard, but still impressive inside his jeans.<br><br>"Is that so?"&nbsp; The man whispered down to Brandon.&nbsp; "I'll have to find out what you like to do...later."&nbsp; He said softly into Brandon's ear before grinning and releasing him.
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				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:03:27</strong>
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				Brandon was in a little piece of heaven. Here he was standing in between the hottest jock in the world and the hottest daddy in the world. It was a fucking twink's dream dinner. Being released from Derrick's hold he pouted.<br><br>He walked back to Christian and stood next to him, wrapping an arm around the hottie's waist.<br><br>"Christian knows I'm an expert, don't ya babe." Brandon swayed his hips slightly while he looked Derrick up and down. He never figured himself for a daddy's boy, but then again he'd never experienced one before. Derrick was 100% man stud and Brandon could get used to that. Feeling very flirty the blond leaned over and kissed Christian on the cheek. "I need to get back to the bar." <br><br>The blond didn't miss Derrik, he walked by, running a finger up his inked arm. Once behind Brandon paused for a minute and looked at the tight ass. He was a god. Brandon ran his thin finger over a cheek. "I'll do anything you say, daddy." Brandon said with a giddy laugh, leaving the back to return to the bar area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archivist</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 01:00:49</strong>
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				Christian couldn't resist a quick slap to Brandon's ass as he left. "Best out there," he agreed with his comment about being an expert, "and while I wish I could say I paid him like one the little brat wouldn't even notice a paycheck." He chuckled and shook his head before beckoning to Derrik. "Come on, let's get you set up."<br><br>He took the overly large bouncer wanna-be through the door that led into the back areas. From the shiny steel precision of the lock on the door, it wasn't an area intended to be frequented during club operating hours. For now though, boxes littered the hallway and took up several of the rooms. Christian went into a door on the right side of the hallway that opened into a room with a sizeable desk, chair, computer set-up complete with printer, and a private liquor cabinet in the corner. Several filing cabinets took up the far wall, and a middle-aged man in a suit was sitting in front of the computer.<br><br>"Jeremy," Christian said as he walked over to the cabinets and opened a drawer. He pulled out a packet and turned around back to Derrik, pointing across the hall. "This one's open, you can fill it out in here. Just leave it on that desk when you get done," he pointed behind him, "and feel free to wander around a little. Opening night's in two weeks." He pushed open the door, opening up a room that was sparsely furnished but had a round conference table with chairs around it. "Got any questions before I leave ya?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 05:13:32</strong>
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				His stare, grey and intense, followed Brandon's firm ass until it went out of sight near the bar area.&nbsp; Derrik's attention turned back to Christian then, nodding toward him before walking with him through a door.&nbsp; It led to an off-limits area where only staff were permitted.&nbsp; Once behind the shiny door, it was as he expected.&nbsp; Boxes with contents waiting to find homes inside the dance club.&nbsp; Plain walls and a hallway with doors leading off either side.<br><br>He followed Christian to a room, obviously an office and another gentleman.&nbsp; He was older, middle-aged, dressed in a rather sharp suit while sitting behind a computer.&nbsp; The large man waited just outside while Christian grabbed a packet of papers.&nbsp; <br><br>He was handed papers and pointed to a small conference room.&nbsp; Derrik fingered the packet in his hand while walking into the room and pulling out a chair, but before he sat down, he looked back to Christian.&nbsp; "Nah.&nbsp; I think I have all I need, thanks."<br><br>Derrik sat down and began to fill out the forms.&nbsp; He got through them quickly, double checking after all were completed.&nbsp; The man stood and brought them to the desk Jeremy sat at, setting them down and giving the man a nod before letting himself back out onto the club floor.&nbsp; He sought the bar to perhaps have another chat with Brandon...and another look as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 05:25:04</strong>
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				Brandon carefully arranged the liquor behind the bar in the most aesthetically pleasing manner. He was all about pretty things and colors. It was him that picked out most of the decorations. Christian helped quite a bit...well helped in a way any guy might help, agreeing with his wife. Satisfied with his work he stepped out from behind the bar to admire it. <br><br>The valley-boy didn't miss the behemoth of a man walking out from the back room. He smiled and blinked his eyes. As Derrik got closer, Brandon's flesh began to tingle. Brandon motioned to a bar seat. <br><br>"Is all your paperwork done Daddy? Can you play now?" Brandon said with a cute smile. He looked over Derrik's shoulder and found no sign of Christian.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 07:14:58</strong>
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				Derrik spotted the bar from across the room...and the cute blond tending and stocking behind its polished surface.&nbsp; He made his way over, hopping onto a bar seat and leaning on the bar with both beefy arms crossed over it.<br><br>"Mmm...yes, it is.&nbsp; I don't know about playing.&nbsp; Don't you have work to do...boy?"&nbsp; Derrik said, his voice deep and his smile a little sadistic as he spoke.&nbsp; He figured if Brandon was going to play with words, he could as well.&nbsp; The man would be calling him 'boy' just as much as Brandon would be throwing 'daddy' around, and Derrik was fine with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 07:31:50</strong>
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				"No, Daddy, I don't have to work when you're around." Brandon said with a cute boy smile as he moved closer. He momentarily put a hand on a massive tattooed arm and once again giggled. Brandon moved around the stools and ducked down, coming back up in between Derrik's crossed arms and the bar. On the way up, Brandon's hands moved up the man's calves, thighs, groin, abs, chest, and finally ended up wrapping around the thick neck. As he elevated himself Brandon moved his hips from side to side as though giving Derrik his own show.<br><br>Brandon moved in closer and could almost smell the masculinity of Derrik. "I'm wondering if I could dance here, Daddy. Can we go into a private room and I give you a preview?" Brandon winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Main Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 07:51:48</strong>
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				A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at Brandon's answer.&nbsp; The boy was cute...almost too cute for his own good.&nbsp; Derrik liked guys like that.&nbsp; Smaller than himself...kinda cute...and also quite willing.&nbsp; Brandon seemed to be all three, and he wondered how far it would go.<br><br>The younger male touched his arm briefly before giving another cute giggle before moving closer.&nbsp; He ducked down, maneuvering below the man's large body before standing again in between Derrik's chest and crossed arms.&nbsp; Brandon's smaller arms wrapped around his neck.<br><br>Small hips moved side to side, brushing each of the man's muscled thighs before Brandon came even closer.&nbsp; "Hmm..."&nbsp; He said lowly, eying the boy and his movements.&nbsp; "Sure, boy.&nbsp; Lead the way and show me your moves."&nbsp; The older man smiled.
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