Wednesday, September 28, 2016

SOUNDCHECK: "The Cost of Living" Soundtrack

Here's the track listing/"soundtrack" to my three act story, The Cost of Living. All songs will be specified as to how they intertwine with the story.

1. "Same Ol' Mistakes" - Rihanna [the theme of Core Nightclub]
2. "Not Above That" - DAWN [Muscleman's theme]
3. "Soap" - Melanie Martinez [Scorpio's theme]
4. "Lil' Star" - Kelis ft. Cee-Lo [Catherine's theme]
5. "We Found Love" - Calvin Harris X Rihanna [Hi-NRG's theme]
6. "Kids" - Kelis {scrapped track from her album Flesh Tone} [Dave's theme]
7. "Come Into My World" - Kylie Minogue [Blondie's theme]
8. "All In a Day's Work" - Danity Kane [Ranger's theme]
9. "American Life (American Dream remix ft. Missy Elliott)" - Madonna [Jamie's theme]
10. "Run to the Sun" - N*E*R*D {the 2001 version} [Alejandro's theme]
11. "S&M" - Rihanna ["Pop Goes the Playlist"]
12. "You're Not the One" - Sky Ferreira ["Rock Hard...Drinks Night"]
13. "Boom Boom" - Rye Rye ["Joystick Night"]
14. "Do It 4 U" - Machinedrum ft. DAWN [the theme of Sky Nightclub]
15. "Red Lips" - Sky Ferreira [Travis' theme]
16. "We Are the Night" {Dave Aude remix} - Steve Grand [ending theme/credits]

GENERAL SOUNDTRACK [Can be played when applicable]
1. "How Many Times, How Many Lies" - Pussycat Dolls
2. "Cali Sun" - DAWN
3. "So Complicated" - Noisettes
4. "Fool For You" - Zayn
5. "Everything is Embarrassing" - Sky Ferreira
6. "The Bird" - Anderson .Paak
7. "Lapdance" - N*E*R*D ft. Vita and Lee Harvey [2001 version]
8. "6 Inch" - Beyonce ft. The Weeknd
9. "Sexodus" - M.I.A.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

"The Cost of Living" - Act III Part II

The bus pulled up to the park and ride and the convoy were the first to step off the bus. Once grouped together and having said their goodbyes to the other dancers, they talked about what the next course of action would be for Muscleman, Scorpio, Hi-NRG, Jamie and Alejandro. Muscleman had Ranger to check up on the statuses of the clubs in San Antonio. “See how Fuego, Uppercut, Charlie’s Horse and the rest are doing.” Checking his phone for news about the San Antonio nightlife, Ranger relayed to him, “Word around the town is Fuego and Uppercut are doing fine again and are back in business tomorrow. Charlie’s Horse needs another day but should be good to go shortly thereafter. Other clubs that weren’t affected stayed that way, mostly.” Scorpio had Ranger check on the status of Core. “Any updates about our home club?” Searching for updates resulted in more bad news. “Well, Core’s now facing being shut down for good.” “Fuck, really?” Hi-NRG queried. “How fucking shady was Type A, anyway?”

Ranger pulled up a clip from the same news station that reported on Core being raided. The newscaster began, “Our top story tonight is an update to the raid of popular gay hotspot Core. Authorities confirmed that former owner Rigoberto Menendez was involved in a large money laundering syndicate that is reported to have swindled some close to $69,000 a week for the past five and a half years. As for Core itself, authorities have determined that the club will be shut down but have assured that gay patrons of San Antonio will have a new option once better investors in the gay nightlife industry come along and repurpose the club.” After the clip, no one was able to react to the fact that Core was essentially shut down for good. Ranger ended up breaking the silence by offering them a chance to work at Uppercut. “I have the information that Sky ended up getting and I can give the guy who runs Uppercut your name the minute you want to apply there.” Seeing no choice but to accept his offer, Muscleman spoke for the convoy by thanking Ranger for his kindness and outreach. “We’ll text you sooner than you think. Thanks.”

As for the rest of the night, all but Blondie and Ranger had to arrange how they would return to San Antonio. Ranger left the group first and reminded them, “I got you for Uppercut jobs. Text me again, whenever.” Waving goodbye to Ranger, the convoy was thankful and relieved that something better came their way. Scorpio turned the conversation back to how they would get home. “It’s a bitch to get back but we can do it if we leave now.” Muscleman offered to lead the pack back into town. “I’ll lead everyone back home if that’s cool.” They agreed and decided that Jamie and Alejandro would ride with Scorpio again. Hi-NRG meanwhile had a different M.O. than the group. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He began as he eyed Blondie up and down. “There’s some business I want to take care of.” Blondie playfully added, “I’ll make sure he gets home safely.” Blondie and Hi-NRG then got into their cars and drove out of the parking lot, tailing each other before they would turn that into a sexual connotation.

The others split up into their groups and began the drive home. Along the way, Muscleman had only just processed what had happened tonight. “Nothing to remind you what a difference a day makes like being behind a curtain letting guys get loose on you, to working a different club in another city letting a first…boyfriend…fall asleep in your arms, to watching some smug fuck get punched out by someone you didn’t think had upper body strength.” Meanwhile, Jamie and Alejandro were cuddling in the back seat of Scorpio’s car as Scorpio was realizing what had happened with him tonight. “I go from damn near having an emotional affair to making it physical to being the jilted lover to being cradled by some of the warmest biceps I’ve ever had wrapped around me.”

All the while, Hi-NRG charged at Blondie with sexual fervor. Once inside Blondie’s house, he carried him to the bed. Blondie advised his electric lover, “Slow your roll, baby. I’m not kicking you out of here yet.” That fell on deaf ears as he raced to the bed with Blondie in his arms. Once in the bedroom, their tongues and lips met and savored each bit of the saliva exchanged. The mood had nowhere to go but up with Hi-NRG tearing all of Blondie’s clothes save his shoes and jockstrap. Blondie was enamored with the speed and voracity in which this was happening. “This son of a bitch doesn’t waste time in letting me know I’m his tonight.” He was lovingly pushed onto the bed by his energetic lover who stripped naked and hopped on him in utter sexual frenzy. Grabbing onto his hair and then his ass, Hi-NRG satiated his craving for tanned, sandy blonde men with every kiss, suck and spank he gave to Blondie. He pretended to question his attraction to him based on decking Travis in the face. “Seeing him punch someone shouldn’t have me on his fine ass like this. I like it, so why should I give a figurative fuck?” Blondie eventually became vocal to his carnally frenetic partner that night and calmly purred, “Let me have my kicks too, babe. It’ll be worth it.”

Hi-NRG obliged and was rewarded with Blondie’s oral skills. “Oh my God you’re really good at that!” he exclaimed. Blondie more curtly told him, “Shut up. Moans from you will do just fine.” He would later contemplate regret prompting him to be non-verbal as he then introduced Hi-NRG to the foot trick he had performed on Muscleman. Hi-NRG rightfully broke his silence out of pleasure. “You are one freaky fuck! Anything else you can do?” The response was Hi-NRG’s legs being flung in the air and Blondie proceeding to place his tongue in between Hi-NRG’s glutes. “Yeah!” the receiver exclaimed. “Eat my ass like you’re getting executed!” That was enough to usher Blondie’s reward for his efforts, as Hi-NRG grabbed the nearby lubricant and condom, apply both and used his speeding thrusts on an ever gracious Blondie. Exaltations of the other’s part in their sexual tryst resulted in euphoric orgasms for them both.
“I’m about to cum! Uh oh my God!” grunted Hi-NRG.
“I’m about to…unh-hhh!” Blondie shouted.
“That was awesome…”
“…for you too?”
The two of them ended up showering, drying each other off before Hi-NRG wrapped his arms around Blondie. The little spoon asked his Latino big spoon, “You’re secretly thinking of moving to Austin aren’t you?” He didn’t know how to reply but sensed a much needed change was coming.
“I could if I had two reasons.” He started.
“What are they?” Blondie slyly pressed.
“One, if I manage to get a job here with some graphic design firm.”
“You could also try to start one for yourself. Investors don’t sneer at graphic design.”
“Two, I’d want to move here if I…”
“Found love?”
“If I ended up in bed with a sandy blonde guy who knows the art of ‘purring’.”
They smiled at each other confirming that impulse had worked in their favor.

All the while, Muscleman had long since led the convoy back to San Antonio in one piece. He got out of his car, opened the door, immediately went to his bedroom, stripped naked and went to sleep with his covers providing much relief for his nearly overdramatic night. He was half expecting Scorpio to maintain enough energy to make up leaving him alone with morning sex as a reward. Scorpio meanwhile, dropped Jamie and Alejandro off at Jamie’s house. “You two be safe.” He teased. The two of them playfully sneered at Scorpio with Alejandro prodding, “Go be his little spoon, bitch.” The two of them ended up kissing in the early hours of that half night, half day wondering where the other had been all this time. “Let’s take this slow.” Jamie said. “Of course.” Alejandro obliged. “We’ll always fuck another day or something.” Scorpio drove off with Muscleman in his sights. “I might not be up for sex, but goddamnit if I’m not after his musk all over me.” Pulling up to his mailbox, he called Muscleman in the hopes of getting at least a groggy sweet nothing. On the first ring, Muscleman answered, “I’ll be at the door.” A touched Scorpio replied, “I didn’t think you’d pick up.” Hanging up the phone, he left his car and raced to the front door. Right when he got to the door, Muscleman opened it and ushered in his love and told him, “We cuddle naked, no fucking. I’m beat.” “Sure thing.” Scorpio obliged. He stripped his clothes off and walked with Muscleman back to bed.

They let the covers drape them and even managed a conversation out of their near lagging selves. “I owe you a talk about what we are now.” Muscleman started. “Let’s talk.” Scorpio replied.
“After all we’ve been through, especially tonight…”
“…reading that punk bitch his verbal Miranda Rights.”
“I want to ask you first…are we a couple?”
“Yes. We’re boyfriends, a couple, an item…all of that.”
“Now ask me the same question.”
“Are we a couple?”
“No shit, Sherlock. Get some rest. I love you.”
“Jackass. I love you too.”
The two of them slept the rest of the night away, knowing sleep was secondary to the fact that they confirmed their status as a couple. Neither of them expected anything to top that moment for the both of them. Not even the musk Muscleman emitted being the perfect mix of body chemistry and hygiene hitting Scorpio’s nostrils topped his saying yes to couple status to him. In turn, Scorpio’s lithe body providing warmth didn’t top the fact Muscleman found love.

"The Cost of Living" - Act III Part I

Minimal experience from Dave was having Muscleman close to feeling guilty for having him in his bed. “I can’t believe I actually have him doing this. He’s good, but goddamn…” he thought. Once satisfied with Dave’s tongue in his ass, Muscleman let him apply the condom and lubricant. After lubing up, Dave whispered to him, “No mercy. I don’t have experience but that means you can do whatever you want to me.” Assuming the position, Muscleman slowly began inserting himself in Dave. Tightness all around explained the euphoria was indeed from a virgin. “Holy shit, you’re so tight.” He said aloud. “I’ll take it slow with you.”

Even at his most restrained level, the tightness of Dave was bringing electrifying pleasure to Muscleman that he couldn’t handle. “Goddamn you’re really tight!” he exclaimed. Dave thought to assume another position while sneaking kisses from Muscleman. “It should ease the nerves.” He pointed out. “Nibble on my ear…kiss my neck…anything else you can think of because I do want you.” Lubing him up again, Muscleman followed Dave’s recommendation and it worked to their benefits. Once kissing him and grabbing onto his short, jet black hair, entry was found much easier for Muscleman. Dave’s moans were ear candy to him as his thrusting and groove were to his normal pacing. Yet again, he faced the dilemma of climaxing inside his lover.
“Oh fuck…I’m about to cum!”
“Yeah…cum in me!”
“Ohhhh yes!”
Muscleman then fell on top of Dave’s back and the two of them snuck kisses to cement their elevated status as fuckbuddies. Panting heavily, he slapped Dave’s ass and led him to the shower.

Once in the shower, Muscleman and Dave kissed each other again right before they washed the remnants of their encounter off each other. After a thorough shower and toweling off, Dave was in his clothes thanking Muscleman for what happened. Before leaving he advised him, “He doesn’t have to know but if he asks, tell the truth. Keeping anything from him spells disaster.” Muscleman replied, “Thanks for the reminder. You sure you don’t want to spend the night?” Dave politely rejected the offer by pointing out, “I’m already catching a mental shit-storm from my Dad for not being home already. Thanks, though. You mean something now and I like that.” He kissed Muscleman while realizing he would momentarily suffer without someone to spoon after sex. With the champagne Lexus leaving the driveway, Muscleman was left alone to process all his thoughts in his sleep.

A deep sleep and a 9:00 AM alarm woke him to find that apart from Pop Goes the Playlist and an impending financial drought, he was unprepared for what was to come. His phone rang and when he answered it, his supervisor Miguel told him, “Sorry this is last minute. You have today off from work.” “Thanks for the heads up.” He replied. After ending that call, he received a text from Hi-NRG to call him as soon as he woke up. Two rings later, Muscleman had Hi-NRG on the other line. “Hey, just got your text. What’s up?” Hi-NRG replied by inviting him to breakfast with Jamie and Alejandro. “The three of us are heading to that restaurant right by you. Want to join us?” Muscleman accepted the invitation but wondered where Scorpio or Blondie was in the equation. “What about the other two?” he asked. “I haven’t texted ‘red hot’ yet, but blonde bombshell wasn’t interested. He thanked me for inviting him anyway.” Hi-NRG replied. “I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.” Muscleman assured.

Once in a tank-top, track pants and sneakers, Muscleman got in his car and met up with the others at the restaurant. Spotting Jamie and Alejandro, he seated himself and wanted to know if on the off chance, anything close to an exit strategy was even planned. “Tonight is the last theme night before the drought. Anybody think through a plan?” he posed. “If not a safe haven with Fuego or Uppercut, anybody thought through how we survive the drought?” Alejandro cautiously replied, “You and the other dancers might have a chance with Fuego or Uppercut, but as for me and Jamie? We’d be lucky if we get jobs at Charlie’s Horse that doesn’t deal with their fucking smoking section.” Jamie replied less pessimistically, but just as seriously when he used real names in conversation. “Truth is, you, Vicente, Dylan, Sean and Shane will be fine. Worst case scenario, Core closes in the midst of the drought. You’re not as expendable because guys come in clubs to see you. Besides, you and Vicente have lives outside of this. We have to take things slow because shit’s going left.” Hi-NRG showed up at the table after his brief absence to use the bathroom and wondered why his real name was used. “So yeah, this using our names type of shit. What’s up with that?”

Jamie replied, “I know that caught you off guard, but Derrick wanted to know if any of us thought of at least a way to survive the financial drought we face. Alejandro and I were telling him you guys that dance can bounce back easier than us.” Hi-NRG countered, “You can bounce back to jobs that are less shat upon than any of us who dance. Don’t act like we have any chance of rebounding that easy.” Muscleman tried to diffuse any tension by pointing out, “Look, all I was getting at was that something needs to happen to make sure that we don’t totally go into tonight blindly.” Suddenly, Scorpio walked through the restaurant with Blondie and Ranger behind him. “Looks like a full house with this impending financial death sentence.” Alejandro said. Blondie and Ranger seated themselves at a larger table and had everyone else settle where they were. Scorpio on the other hand, asked Muscleman about last night.

“Not to start today off in a worse place than what we’re facing, but did anything happen between you and Dave last night?” he asked him. Remembering that Dave had advised him to tell the truth if anything related to them was brought up, he told him then and there, “Yeah, he and had sex.” Scorpio responded, “I didn’t think you’d tell me the truth this quick. I could see hints of afterglow but in weirdly subtle shades.” Muscleman pointed out, “I didn’t feel adrenaline with him. That probably makes afterglow stronger. I just felt intense, weirdly like electricity vibes throughout. Tight ass too.” Scorpio interjected, “Didn’t actually need to know that much, but wait…did you pop someone’s fairy cherry?” A nod of affirmation was all Scorpio needed to see from Muscleman to be left damn near speechless. “I’ll get on you about that later, we need to know the score about tonight.” They then joined the others at the larger table to discuss how to gauge how to repeat success on Pop Goes the Playlist night and then deal with the impending drought they face in the coming days turning weeks turning months.

Prior to Pop Goes the Playlist, no theme night had ever received this much monetary and public acclaim to where a second night of it was planned so quickly. Now with the third theme night in a row looming, Jamie explained which obstacles weren’t in the picture for tonight. “So, word is, Ima Cliché and Bae-sil Leaf are working other clubs and won’t even be near us the entire night. So, we’re avoiding tries at comedy that make us a little on the angry side.” Knowing that little dig was aimed at him, Scorpio playfully countered, “Well, when an unfunny drag queen like the fitting Ima Cliché keeps prodding someone who felt jilted, knocking the wig back to hell where it came from felt right.” Muscleman lightly chuckled while the others weren’t as quick to chortle along. Blondie asked Jamie, “Anything else we’re avoiding in terms of pitfalls?” He replied, “Apart from the mood being less forced, Alejandro did manage to sneak a peek at the expected crowd turnout and if it’s anything like last time, no having to hustle in the Inner Core for the dancers.”

“How high is the expected turnout?” Muscleman wondered. Alejandro whispered, “About double from the last Pop Goes the Playlist night minimum.” Muscleman thought, “Something about this seems short term. I have to hustle anyway; don’t I?” Scorpio then braced himself before prompting Jamie, “Alright, lay it on us in full; what obstacles do we have to face tonight?” Jamie replied, “Part of the reason demand for Pop Goes the Playlist were the low drink prices…so guess what happens from 10:00 to 11:00. $1 prices on beer, $2 on liquor and $5 mixed drinks for that entire hour.” “Oh for fuck’s sake.” Scorpio muttered. Muscleman added, “So for an hour, we’re delayed from dancing on the fucking bar top while we have to pump money from already cheap bastards there for drinks…I can’t deal with this fuckery right now.” Ranger and Blondie each didn’t want to sound unsympathetic when pitching potential exit strategies for after Pop Goes the Playlist.

Blondie carefully propositioned Muscleman, Scorpio and Hi-NRG to dance in Austin clubs he works at. “I could get you in and out of the city, plus I know where the legit but easy money is all around the clubs I work at. I can put in a good word for you if any of you consider it.” Ranger though not against Blondie’s commute-based offer, wanted to make his pitch appeal locally. “Uppercut can’t bring hustle driven nights, but you dance in a less sleazy environment than Core. The blue-ish lights are a bit weird at first, but the place has its niche, dedicated audience. I can put a good word with them if any of you consider this offer.” The three of them were on the verge of considering their offers. Muscleman asked Blondie and Ranger, “We can have this as a last resort or consider this a lot if we don’t have an immediate answer, right?” Ranger assured him, “Of course. Each of us just want to do our best to help out.” Blondie added, “We have to stick together somehow. We’re not deep friends or shit like that, but at the very least, this is like networking.”

"The Cost of Living" - Act II Part II

As they each got into their cars, Muscleman was really contemplating if what he had with Scorpio was really more than fuckbuddy status. Every speed limit sign passed by then couldn’t have done anything from his adrenaline coursing through his veins like the very night Scorpio made him his latest conquest. “I don’t know why I like it with him, but I do.” He thought. “It’s like he can scratch every itch I didn’t know I liked being scratched.” He pulled into his driveway and saw Scorpio park by his mailbox again. Bringing the lubricant and condoms with him as to avoid a delay, Scorpio met Muscleman at the door and the two of them raced to the bedroom once inside and the door was locked.

In the bedroom, having stripped each other of their clothing, Muscleman wrapped his arms around his lithe, deliciously evil looking lover. Their mouths passionately intertwined, Scorpio grabbing Muscleman’s glutes and smacking each cheek with his seal of approval. “Goddamn, I feel like a top.” As Scorpio pushed Muscleman to his back, he whispered into his ear, “Ravage me…right before we start sucking…fucking…and anything else you want.” Letting everything be thrown to the wind, he obliged Scorpio by nibbling his ear while inserting his right ring finger into Scorpio, hoping to drive him insane. “Oh yeah, right there…” he began. “…uhhh that feels so good.” As feelings intensified, their acts did so as well. Muscleman grabbed Scorpio by the head and told him, “Suck me good.” Later, he was told to return the favor when Scorpio grabbed Muscleman’s head and was prompted, “Suck me good, too.”
Then Muscleman said to him, “Eat my ass.”
Scorpio obliged and then told him, “Now it’s my turn.”
Manic tongues were nothing compared to Muscleman flipping Scorpio over and asking him, “You ready for my dick?” “I thought you’d never ask.” His lithe fuckbuddy replied. He applied the condom and lube and had Muscleman apply lube onto his hole. “Right there…” The two of them picked up where they left off as speedy but powerful thrusts were made that had Scorpio moan immensely. “Ohh, that’s right daddy…right there…oh fuck yes!” Thrusting continued for minutes that no matter how many had elapsed, weren’t enough for either of them. The pulsating sensations were strong enough that Muscleman lifted Scorpio while the former was still inside the latter and maneuvered their way into the shower. “Oh you maniac!” Scorpio exclaimed. “Don’t stop now!” Once the shower was running with almost unthinkably warm water on the first try, the two of them continued their romp, now soaking wet in each other’s embrace. Later, aquatic tinged moans led to explosive ejaculations neither of them experienced until that moment. “Ohh, I’m about to cum!” exclaimed Muscleman. Scorpio responded, “I’m about to cum too…fuck!” They collapsed on each other with the shower still running, kissing each other to make sure they were alright.
“Better than last time…I’ll say that.” Muscleman told his love.
“Shower off and then say that.” Scorpio playfully remarked.
“I thought you liked being wet.”
“Jackass. Your water bill is going to hate you.”
“Way to be a wet blanket.”
They showered the remnants of their latest entry into their sex life, toweled off and then headed to bed. Not as intoxicated by the impulse of it all, they took the moment to establish what they were once and for all.

Muscleman let Scorpio take the reins explaining, “You started this, so it’s only fair that you let me know what I am to you.” The latter replied, “What do you mean? I thought this was your thing.” He decided to entertain Scorpio’s thought process. “We’ll do this the hard way.” He first asked him, “Are we boyfriends or something?” “Boyfriends or ‘something’?” Scorpio understandably replied with a fixation on the qualifying part of that question. “We’re more than fuckbuddies because we look each other in the eyes and kiss.” Muscleman elaborated. “Now I’m thinking, because I’m open about being with a guy for the first time, what the fuck are we?” Scorpio was perplexed by Muscleman’s admission of having been so enticed by his form, he now considered himself open. At the same time, Scorpio wondered just how long Muscleman had repressed these feelings for men. One wrong move now and he feared he would lose everything with him. However, he had no choice but to ask him, “How long has being with a guy…like this…been in the back of your mind?” He feared instant castigation for his inquiry, but Muscleman answered him with, “I thought a lot about what you said during our fight the other day. I was in tears once you left before you and I made up over the phone. Then I realized why I forgave you and why I was in shambles. It was because I was feeling appreciated for everything I had done by this point in my life. You had me realize what love was like. I’m not getting rid of that.” Scorpio was nearly speechless at the profession of love.

“I…didn’t think I had that much of an impact on you.” He said. Muscleman reassured him, “If you didn’t say it like you did, I’m not sure we’d be here. I’d probably be drinking the pain of losing my daughters and then adding the pain of losing you away until I was found dead in here.” Scorpio did wonder about Muscleman’s daughters, remembering that until Catherine’s mother left with all four of them, they were the reasons he hustled the way he did. “Not that it’s totally my place to ask, but…have you been able to reach out to any of your daughters since they were taken by your…wait. I don’t know the full story of them yet.” Cradling his lover, Muscleman explained how he had ended up hustling for Jillian, Emma, Sarah and Catherine even though none of them were his despite the hustle. “I was a stupid blowhard in my early 20s.” he
began. “I met the woman who would eventually have me damn near whore myself for years on end because she had four children when she was too young and was desperate for somebody to raise them as their own.” Scorpio queried, “Wait a minute, I thought the life or death tattoo came from you two expecting Catherine.” Muscleman continued, “It did, but what I never told anybody, not even Catherine, is that I found out a few weeks after she was born that she wasn’t mine.” “What the fuck?” Scorpio posed rhetorically. “So you caring for all four of her daughters was like…survivor’s guilt but in child rearing style?” “Exactly.” Muscleman affirmed.

He later reminisced before Catherine came along about the struggles of getting to know three little girls that weren’t his to begin with but took on due to being in a bad place. “Jillian is the oldest of all four. Mostly a decent kid in school, makes friends easy. Almost like her mother in that she’s confident, but runs the risk of turning into a raging bitch if she’s not careful.” “Raging brat.” Scorpio chided. “She’s your daughter, not your…wait…you and the mother…not even married?” “Exactly, and you’re right. All Jillian is, is a little brat when she’s not being paid attention to.” Muscleman replied. He then remembered how Emma was easy to adapt to of the three that came with Catherine’s mother. “Emma didn’t mind me being with her Mom. All I was to her was ‘Cool Daddy’ because I taught her tricks to avoid her Mom’s terrible cooking.” “Tricks you into raising her kids and she can’t cook either?” Scorpio remarked. “You’re a saint, or perhaps the dumbest motherfucker alive.” “Column A, Column B. I’m not perfect.” Muscleman replied.

Sarah as he recalled was the toughest cookie crack for the first two years he was in the girls’ lives. “Sarah was the one who could see that Emma was naturally kind to a lot of people and Jillian was kind to whoever let her have more allowance money. In her case, I had to play tea party the right way, twice a day. Eventually, I got a hug from her that meant ‘Don’t screw up now. I barely like you at all.’ By the time Catherine came into the picture, she had actually sweetened up to me and showed me some macaroni pictures from when she was smaller.” Scorpio was speechless as to how much pain and misery he put himself through. “Tea party had to be a certain way…twice a day?” “I know. It didn’t make sense either, but for as long as their mother was doing her best to hold a job despite a shitty attitude, I had to do what I had to do.” Muscleman replied. “Then, about seven years ago, in the midst of me being a trainer, a dancer and on the side, a man-whore…I find out she’s expecting. We have a huge fight about what I’m doing with my life, I get a tattoo that we promise Catherine she’d never see; a tattoo that seven years later, the shyest but smartest of the four girls saw when I got sloppy.” Wanting a conclusion despite old wounds having been reopened, Scorpio asked, “How long did you wait until the paternity test subject came up?” “We waited until Catherine was a year old exactly, but my name isn’t on any of the girls’ birth certificates.” Muscleman replied. “Yes I know, it’s stupid to support children that aren’t yours if you’re not even responsible for making them. Especially when I’m not on the birth certificate as their father by default.”

Scorpio replied, “It’s not stupid to have to step in for someone fucking up their end of the deal. It’s inconvenient considering those were four mouths you had to feed, clothe and take to school…” he paused right before he remembered the most damning detail being looked over. “Oh shit. She’s the one you wrote the poem for isn’t she?” Muscleman looked at Scorpio and said, “That’s right. I had gotten attached enough to write a poem about the daughter I secretly wished was mine.” Scorpio had had enough of tarnishing the mood with reminiscing about what Muscleman lost. “All of this is nice to know, but I’m sorry for having you bring it up. Talking about it sort of put a damper on everything.” “You asked a fair question, and sooner rather than later I’m most likely going to encounter one of them again.” Muscleman assured him.

"The Cost of Living" - Act II Part I

Muscleman could have resisted Scorpio’s conquest of him, but with so much pleasure coursing through his veins he would have regretted not trying out the other side of the fence without money being the only reason. He was tossed onto the bed as Scorpio unleashed every trick he learned in the multitude of people he considered fortunate to have experienced him. He began with levels of foreplay Muscleman had never received. Attention to his feet that turned into Scorpio worshipping Muscleman’s legs. “Oh yeah, bet you never had attention on your feet before, huh you skirt chasing piece of shit?” he barked carnally. “No, but I like it.” His conquest replied. “Keep to what you want and suck me off.” Only being miffed at having to take an order, Scorpio wrapped his arms around his conquests’ thighs and gave no warning over the oral warmth and impending pleasure waves he was emitting.

“Oh my God, you’re really good at that!” and several moans later, Muscleman knew he could feel Scorpio’s throat every time his head bobbed up and down. “Yeah, just like that…oh yeah…oh God yes, keep going.” That was all it took before Scorpio did the opposite and had his conquest lay on his stomach and told him, “Spread ‘em.” Muscleman obliged his power hungry lover and was quick to voice his pleasures once Scorpio was motioning the alphabet with his tongue. “Holy shit that feels so fucking good!” 5 letters into this previously unexplored side of pleasure, Muscleman began to well up in the eyes; a sign of a successful conquest Scorpio had noticed as well. “Your eyes watering up, bitch?” he rhetorically posed. “Get back in there!” his conquest barked. Getting through the alphabet to “N”, Scorpio used Muscleman’s loudest moan yet as a sign that the favor should be returned.

“I heard you.” He began. “You do me. All the same shit I just did to you.” His conquest nervously obliged, expecting some level of clemency from Scorpio. It would be the last mistake he made that night. Tepid oral had Muscleman’s head being grabbed and before long, Scorpio was thrusting himself in his conquest’s mouth. “You do this shit for money too, you little slut.” He barked to him. “Pretend you’re getting $1,000,000 and don’t be such a quitter already.” Every thrust had Muscleman adapt to the speed and suction desired by his commanding but sensual lover. Getting the picture, he eventually decided to flip the script on Scorpio by then treating him like he had, every mark and every lover to his name. Having Scorpio turn around and spread his glutes had the former amazed at his tongue and its capabilities. “You know the alphabet too, huh you son of a bitch?” he asked in a deliciously evil tone. “Shut up bitch!” he barked back. “I haven’t even got to ‘D’ and you’re acting like you’re about to cum.”

Once Muscleman got to “K”, he heard the magic words from the now second-in-command; “I want you to fuck me like life has fucked you recently.” Then, they both remembered that there weren’t any condoms or lubricant in sight. “Shit.” Muscleman began. “You bring rubbers and lube or something?” Scorpio sprang up from the bed, ran to his clothes to find his wallet with a condom he knew would barely fit Muscleman. “Got the rubber.” He said. “Let me slip my pants back on, rush to my car and see if there’s lube.” “That’s cool. We can fuck on the couch or anywhere this takes us.” Muscleman replied. Rushing out with keys like a madman, Scorpio opened his car and began foraging through it before finding a bottle of unopened silicone based lube in the center console. “Jackpot.” He thought. After locking the door, luckily with keys and lube in hand, he rushed back inside and locked the door. “Back to it.” He began. “Remember; we fuck like rabid animals.”

Having to arouse each other again after a minor delay, the two eventually made it back to the bedroom. Oral skills from both of them were put on display that made the other moan with
delight that they hadn’t experienced in a while. Scorpio knew Muscleman was ready to give it to him, so he applied the condom onto his engorged lover and tossed the now opened lube bottle. “Put it on your dick first and then lube me up with your fingers.” He instructed. Obliging in the two step process, Muscleman let the silicone lube coat his prophylactic encased dick before applying the lube to Scorpio’s readied anus. “You ready, big man?” Scorpio teased. “You aren’t the first to call me big man, and you won’t be the last either.” Muscleman assured. Slowly at first, his insertion created an electric feeling for the both of them. Synchronized moans and exaltations were reverberating in the bedroom, creating the best noise Muscleman had heard in the house in years. He had Scorpio lay on his back, so he could get his kicks in with a different position. “Put those legs by my ears.” He ordered.

Obliging at the speed of light, Scorpio let his conquest take the reins further. Insertion led to more euphoria on both ends. Muscleman’s euphoria led to him increasing his ravaging speed which only resulted in some of the loudest moaning he had ever heard. “Ohhhhh my Gooooddddddddd you fucking maniac!” Scorpio exalted. “Don’t stop now you son of a bitch!” As a groove was found with tempo, the sex turned twice as climactic when Muscleman kept going harder and giving long, deliberate strokes which only drove Scorpio to orgasmic induced madness. Every “Unh-hhh”, “Don’t stop” and “Oh God, yes”, had Muscleman drip sweat onto Scorpio who found the subsequent pheromones emitted more arousing than Muscleman’s tongue. “Sweat all over me you rat bastard!” he yelled. Eventually, something had to give and it had been long enough of resisting dousing each other in their thickened, rope-like ejaculate.

Muscleman turned Scorpio over, looked into his reefer green eyes and rewarded his impulse as so; “Ohhh I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” were the last words before thick strands of pearl white tinted ejaculate coated Scorpio’s lithe but sturdy frame. Only half a strand landed on Scorpio’s mouth before he was surprised to see him indulge in its flavor. “Now it’s my turn.” He said menacingly. He then had Muscleman lay next to him as he stroked himself to orgasm. “I’m gonna cum!” and a series of moans and toe curls only heightened the feeling internally, while he coated himself and Muscleman by proxy in his own pearly strands of ejaculate. Despite their coated states of being, the two of them ended this encounter with a passionate tongue swirling turned electric, passionate kiss. “You…sneaky motherfucker.” Muscleman goaded. “You closet case son of a bitch.” Scorpio retorted.

The two of them mustered up enough strength to head to the shower together. Washing and rinsing each other off took a little bit given their post coital exchanges were just happening. Mentally, their heads were still trying to process what happened. Muscleman was fixated on the fact this had happened by impulse and not monetary needs as he thought, “I just fucked a guy outside of hustling him and I liked it a lot.” Scorpio on the other hand began to contemplate, “I just made a move on and successfully got sex out of someone who had previously been a shotgun short of being hitched.” All they could see physically, was each other in the shower washing away every bit of their impulse driven romp. Once they left the shower and toweled off, the two of them reached the conclusion that Scorpio spend the night. “Stay tonight.” Muscleman began. “We need to try and talk about what the fuck just happened.” Scorpio concurred his sentiments by saying, “As long as you’re the big spoon, I’m fine with that.”

The two of them were losing each other in their eyes before Muscleman had to confront his newly broken-in sex partner. Bluntly, he asked him, “So what made you do this? Come onto me acting like something bigger was happening?” Scorpio was contemplating on how to phrase this as he knew this was a rare moment Muscleman had leverage in their exchanges. “It’s not that I wanted to merely use you for release, but having sex with you was in the back of my mind.”
He had waited for a negative reaction, but nothing of the sort came from that. “Go on.” Muscleman said. “I’m not having you leave.” Scorpio tentatively but truthfully explained, “I didn’t want to act on this right when…your…well…when the mother took your children and left…I was tempted to have you to give you relief but I chose not to pursue it. If I wanted you, I had to let you have space and heal and…be open.” Muscleman chose not to press him as to why he used Hi-NRG as a front as he understood it, for now Scorpio had regained the leverage in this interaction. “Fair enough and I respect that.” He said. Although he knew he had regained leverage and power in this moment, Scorpio so desperately didn’t want to ask why he wasn’t kicked out once Muscleman realized what was going on. Just like before, he couldn’t help it and went for it anyway. “When you realized it was happening, you had a chance to end this and you didn’t…oh God…what made you fuck me?”

Muscleman could sense that he was asked the question almost like he was supposed to sabotage the intercourse to prove a point. His answer had Scorpio in near shock. “Why did I fuck you? Once you were on me, I couldn’t resist you. You think it wouldn’t have happened based on what I had as a front at the time and thinking they were the only reasons I do what I do. I fucked you because I wanted to and goddamnit if you didn’t feel so fucking good.” Leverage was the last thing on their minds and Scorpio displayed the same eyebrow-raising vulnerability when he asked Muscleman, “Can you be the big spoon now?”
“On one condition.” Muscleman answered.
“What’s that?” Scorpio asked.
“Promise me that despite you being one bony motherfucker, you’re actually warm too.”
“Jackass. Sleep tight.”
“I love you too. Good night.”

"The Cost of Living" - Act I Part II

Scorpio had replied, “I’ll be at your place, 10:00 sharp.” After Muscleman was grateful for Scorpio’s response, he finished crying himself to sleep. “I can’t believe it happened.” He said to himself. “We both made that promise that the life or death tattoo wouldn’t be seen and she’s acting like I did that on purpose. I’d never hurt my kids!” His head was spinning and eventually, it led to his nerves being damn near shot. Writhing, grimacing and consumed with the fallout of the note, he nearly collapsed on the bathroom floor after attempting to vomit. Eventually, he managed to fall back asleep on the couch and waited for 10:00 AM to roll around.

In true Scorpio fashion however, it wasn’t even 9:30 that morning before he was ringing the doorbell. “You knew full damn well I wouldn’t actually show up at 10:00. Open up and let me know what the fuck happened probably not after five minutes after clocking out.” Muscleman knew he was telling the truth, got up from the couch and let him in. Scorpio took a seat on the couch and merely asked “What the fuck happened last night?” before he let Muscleman figure out it was a rhetorical question. What he knew Scorpio was really asking was “It’s worse than we thought, isn’t it?” As much as he wanted to be nonverbal, it was impossible with a concerned but stern level eye contact that had Muscleman break down again.
“My kids are gone. She took the kids and left me.”
“The tattoo wasn’t to blame was it?”
“She said it reminded her we needed to end.”
“So she lied through her teeth…”
“…and had my youngest write a note basically confirming that.”
“What the fuck? She dragged the youngest into this?”
Muscleman handed him the note and had him read the part where Catherine’s senses were sharper than her mother gave her credit for. “I want to fucking puke at this stunt.” He said.
“She’s a kid and she’s being treated like she doesn’t know better.” “Her mother and I weren’t married.” Muscleman began. “Even if I were enraged enough to take her to court, what money do I have to say to a judge ‘Your honor, I’d like custody of my children from someone who I never contractually obligated to at least assure joint custody in the events of us splitting up?’ Now I have to figure out how the fuck I have to start over at 30.” Scorpio half countered Muscleman’s claims before concurring, “Despite the fact people fight over kids in unmarried situations almost all the time, you’re right in pointing out the last thing you need is another money induced headache.” With little but meaningful solace provided, he finished the conversation by advising Muscleman to, “Shower that stench of grief and whatever the hell is in that couch off of you. You have money to make tonight.”

As he was showering, Scorpio called up Hi-NRG and told him to meet up for lunch. Perplexed, Hi-NRG wanted to know what this was about. “I’m just leaving the gym and can be there in 10 minutes but what is this for?” “It’s about you know who dealing with the fallout from last night.” Scorpio replied. Hi-NRG was able to piece it together and asked, “Where do we meet to talk about it and is he coming?” The response from Scorpio was only half chilly but still poignant; “The burger joint by where he lives. We’ll deal with him again after work. I’ll call Jamie and tell him the same thing.” He hung up the phone and then dialed up Jamie.

He answered with a huge sigh of relief. “Dude! Thank God you answered. I tried getting a hold of…you know who…but I can’t get him right now.” Scorpio assured Jamie, “By now, he’s showering off what happened last night. Meet me and ol’ ‘Energizer Gym Bunny’ at that burger joint sort of near all of us. Where we talked last time.” A few minutes had passed after the conversations before Scorpio, Jamie and Hi-NRG met up to discuss how to handle the potential time-bomb of Muscleman’s emotional state. The mood was set right when the score was known.
“If you thought it was bad, it pretty much was the worst case scenario for him.” He began. “That conniving bitch up and left, taking his children with her.” Jamie exclaimed, “That’s fucked up to leave someone just because of a tattoo their kid wasn’t supposed to see!” Scorpio then added, “That’s not the worst part. His youngest, Catherine; the one whose name is tattooed the biggest on his body, was essentially used to break his heart even though she knew her mother was using her.” Hi-NRG was stunned. “No offense, but how the fuck is he even alive after that?” “It’s fucked up, I know.” Scorpio finished. He then collaborated with them as to how to deal and work around whatever eggshells they were about to walk on with Muscleman.

Jamie put out there, “If we’re too sensitive, he could snap, thinking we’re afraid of him.” Hi-NRG added, “If we act like nothing happened, he could snap, thinking we couldn’t give a remote controlled fuck about his feelings.” Scorpio eventually pieced together a scenario in which he framed it, “We have to let this happen organically but at the same time knowing the score whenever he reaches out to us.” To ease the looks of confusion on Hi-NRG’s face, Scorpio finished by saying, “In other words, don’t be weird about it and if he wants to talk to you and only you, do it.” Just as they agreed to the terms, Jamie’s phone was ringing and Muscleman was waiting on the other hand. “Excuse me, guys. He’s calling and I might have to put my part of the plan in action.”

He left the others at the table and took the call inside his car. “Hey. I tried calling you a little earlier and I was told you might be in the shower.” Muscleman confirmed that by saying, “Yeah, I had a lot on my mind as I’m sure you know by now. It’s not totally why I was in the shower for a little bit but sorry I missed your call.” Jamie assured his friend, “I was just wondering about you. You know we’re cool like that and I got you, right?” Muscleman was pleased to hear this and said, “Yeah. We’re good. See you at work tonight. Tell the others I’m OK.” “Cool, see you then.” Jamie replied. He hung up the phone and let Scorpio and Hi-NRG know the time-bomb was diffused on his end. “You two probably have to deal with him yourself, but if you deal with him tonight you look to be OK.” Relieved, Hi-NRG said “It could blow over too. In case it won’t at least he’s in a good mood tonight.” His near childlike innocence framing of what could come suddenly had Scorpio telling Hi-NRG, “I might have to soften whatever fuckups you commit tonight if it comes up. I’ll try to be there to make sure you don’t end up in a ditch.” Hi-NRG only responded, “Oops. Guess I have to sweat it out a little longer.” Jamie in turn quipped, “So it’ll be like every night you dance, and slick the bar with your sweat, right?”

Hours passed until it was time for a particular night at Core where a new DJ would be tested. The night as they understood was called “POP Goes the Playlist” where instead of the usual near sleazy Hip-Hop and R&B cuts were played, the near sleazy Pop and Dance/EDM tracks would reverberate inside. Jamie saw Scorpio, Hi-NRG and then Muscleman step in, in order to ready themselves for a theme night they hoped would make them a lot of money. Jamie locked eyes with Muscleman to make sure they were still on the same good terms as they were earlier that day. “Stare at me much longer, you’ll have to buy me dinner before I fuck you.” Muscleman quipped. For Jamie, that was more than enough to make sure his friend was fine. To everyone else’s surprise, Blondie showed up as it was assumed he was already back in Austin. “Not expecting you here, but what’s up baby?” Jamie lightly pressed. Blondie simply replied, “I’m slated to work this night and maybe three more after that.” Going with the near rash scheduling, Jamie prepped the two Fireball shots he knew Blondie needed in order to have his nerves not get in the way of his work. “Thanks.” He said before downing both shots in record time.

Blondie surprised Scorpio in the changing area. “This is a surprise.” Scorpio began. “I was planning on telling you what happened with you know who about the other night right after work.” Blondie assured Scorpio that wouldn’t need to happen by saying, “I assumed when you didn’t text me in the morning, you were dealing with it as you see fit.” An unexpected variable finally crossed the minds of all involved that night once they saw Dave walk through the door. “Shit.” Scorpio muttered. He turned to Blondie and told him, “I’ve got to let him know. Stall him; get a private dance; small talk that dude, won’t you?” “No problem. I’ve let him do more to me than you think.” Blondie said playfully.

As Scorpio was rushing to Muscleman, Blondie approached Dave and began to be friendly with him. “Hey baby. Nice to see you again.” Dave responded cheekily, “How’s my favorite?” “Am I really your favorite?” Blondie asked, playing along. Dave replied, “Of all the ones I’ve gotten lap dances from, yeah you’re my favorite because I miss you the most. You live in a different city too, but yeah; you’re my favorite.” Blondie decided to roll the dice and pump an answer out of him. “And when I’m away, who’s your favorite?” Dave snidely answered, “I guess that blonde is natural if you can’t tell who’s my favorite of the San Antonio exclusives.” Knowing that Scorpio was trying to diffuse a different time-bomb, Blondie decided to take a decidedly hustle-driven initiative and ask him if he wanted some alone time. “Got any tips…maybe Inner Core money for me?” Dave saw through that front but respectfully said, “I’ll let you loosen up. We know that has to happen a bit before anything like that happens.”

All the while, Scorpio let Muscleman know of the unchecked box waiting inside. “I’ll take the fall for this one because I didn’t think of him being a factor.” Muscleman replied, “I already took care of the bigger things with Dave. He knows where we stand and it’s not like I’m swinging on his side of the fence in real life anyway. No matter what it looks like.” 

"The Cost of Living" - Act I Part I

NOTE: NSFW language throughout that although the violence doesn't occur until way later in the story, sex and profanity are used.


Muscleman’s least favorite words were creeping into his brain on another Wednesday night at 10:00 working at Core in San Antonio. Drag legend Ima Cliché and her utterings didn’t actually bother Muscleman until recently. “Don’t forget, our booty-shaking contest starts at 12:30; young, old, short, tall, noun, object, does not matter; $75 can be yours if you can shake your nalgas and work Mama’s pole, baby.” His thoughts were spinning at the same rate he was on the pole he nicknamed Fool’s Gold.

He has never hated one of the things he does on the side, after being driven to near madness whipping the overweight and the insecure into shape they can be happy with after reluctantly paying him. Temporary relief comes and goes with every R&B, Hip-Hop, Top 40/Pop, Dance/EDM and Latin track the DJ manages to work into the barely occupied Core. “Another Wednesday and these cheap bastards can’t even tip $1.” He began to think. “I’m one of many cogs in this fucking machine that doesn’t get greased enough.” His outer body has no bruising and hasn’t been weathered like his pride has throughout the years at 30.

Once done with his hustle hungry plumage on stage, he opened the door to the scant but smoky patio to pump dollar bills to repair his ego. The lines flowed from his lips like masculine ambrosia. “Hey baby, how are you tonight?”, “You having a good time tonight?” and financially driven courting noises managed to drive a rare but appreciated $5 tip. “Thank you baby.” and a smooch on their cheek added a cherry and whipped cream to a urinal cake of a night. Back inside at 10:20, Muscleman took a seat and called for the bartender; his only ally in that night. “Jamie!” He heard Muscleman’s crushed spirit and asked, “Fireball or bourbon for tonight?” “Something brighter than the light on Ima’s makeup for once.” Muscleman replied.
Jamie was stunned at Muscleman’s relatively vivid order. “Tonight is that bad, you’re willing to drink say…a margarita or fuzzy navel right now?” “It’s the rose colored glasses of drink orders.” Muscleman began. “Something bright for now to take away from stingy fucks who can barely latch onto meager earnings…” He was presented with an unnamed red concoction in a shot glass before being told, “Put on your rose colored glasses and ease up. Besides, some of the fresh meat are back tonight.”

Muscleman finished his concoction right at 10:28 when he thought of who the remaining few who came back were. He saw his only real competition be the first of two who came back and thought to himself, “I can either be bitter or just be stern enough to remind them I’m the face, body, ass and dick of this place.” His unexpected source of motivation was a lithe and inked ginger who wore his Zodiac sign and in turn his sexual energy on his body. He walked to the changing area not far from the bar, closed the curtain behind them and said “Welcome back, Scorpio. Ready to pump money out of these cheap asses?” Scorpio answered, “With every fiber of my skinny ass, I am.” Almost on cue a chapter from Scorpio’s past and Muscleman’s other scantily clad co-worker, Hi-NRG, chimed in “This is kind of fun too, admit it.” Scorpio thought to himself, “The fact I let this son of a bitch drive me insane for two months is two months I want back right now.”

Muscleman asked about the other fresh meat that survived scant rewards and near derivative music enough to come back. “Who else from that stable of newbies is back already?” Scorpio replied, “Blondie from Austin. Tanned white guy; baseball cap; needs about 2 red drinks and 2 shots of Fireball to ease his nerves…” “Oh him…” Muscleman began. “…surprised his nervous yet tight ass is back for more.” Blondie entered the changing room knowing his nerves were being brought up.
“The nerves come from this being the 2nd time I’ve danced on a bar top in quite frankly, the sleaziest club that somehow remembers to pick up after itself.” He began. “We pretty much know this place would be a whorehouse if it wasn’t for you know…regulations and shit like that.” The others concurred before Ima Cliché announced, “I need the dancers to the bar top; dancers on the bar top.” Sighs turned into nonverbal cues that show time needed to commence if any of them wanted a 50/50 chance of making one end meet.

That Wednesday night proved to be less damning that Muscleman thought it was; apparently, being lined up in a sexualized auction for the eyes brought out anyone feeling like a big spender. Muscleman’s signature red and white dual-tone thong, Scorpio’s black briefs, Hi-NRG’s neon trunks and Blondie’s red and black jockstrap with accompanying cover-up each took the “Stripper’s Rushmore” of Washington, Lincoln and Hamilton. “Ima uses the same joke every Wednesday, every hour on the hour but goddamnit if she doesn’t get the job done eventually.” Muscleman thought. “Now I have to try and get some cheap asses to want a lap dance.” After leaving the bar top to count and stash his earnings, he emerged from the changing room to find someone with at least $20 and a touch of loneliness.

He scoured the suddenly generous crowd to gauge who really needed his special touch in the lap dance area known as the “Inner Core.” If no one bothers, the Inner Core is where Muscleman makes extra money offering himself to the generous who are rewarded handsomely. His musk mixed with Jamie’s concoctions created a signature scent that keeps the few but fervent craving every bit of him in the Inner Core. He eyed someone at one of the tables near a game of pool. Once his eyes went to the red Converse, Muscleman thought to himself “Bingo. It isn’t pretty considering he’s pretty much a kid compared to me, but close enough." He hugged his potential mark and asked, “What brings you out here, baby?”
His potential mark answered, “A need for some fun. I graduate from college two Sundays from now and haven’t had fun like this ever. My name’s Dave by the way. You can tell me yours if you want; I like getting chummy with dancers.” Muscleman responded, “Nice to meet you Dave; I like getting chummy with anyone with money to shove in my thong. Or if you have lap dance money, there’s that too.” $40 was pulled out and before Dave knew it, Muscleman took him to the Inner Core.

Dave took off his glasses and let Muscleman work enough to have Dave near speechless. Not believing his good fortune, Muscleman upped the ante by facing Dave and moving his thong to the right hand side and offering himself to a lucky mouth. The last words in that interaction was a gracious beckoning from Dave; “May I?” he asked in a near naïve state. Internally, Muscleman thought “This might be my most sensitive mark to date. Better let him do what he can. He’s pretty good so it’s worth it.” His senses kicked into overdrive as he thought the doorman was doing his job for once and checking the Inner Core. “Someone’s coming.” he whispered before being surprised at how Dave responded on command near flawlessly. Once ushered to leave the Inner Core for more customers, Muscleman let Dave cross into rather liberal territory with him by kissing him on the lips.

Once closing time came up long after Dave had left a happier man, Blondie, Scorpio and Hi-NRG all headed out where the latter was wondering about Muscleman’s face at the end of the night. “Am I the only one surprised to see an emotion let alone nearly one of guilt on his face tonight?” Blondie concurred his thoughts saying “This can’t happen to him regularly. Maybe he’s starting to crack or maybe he’s going through something and whoever that dude was triggered something.” “Don’t read into it too much.” Scorpio countered. “Not that this isn't insightful but we’ll worry about it when we need to.”
“Besides, you’ll be in Austin so you shouldn’t worry about the scene down here.” Hi-NRG added. “You’ll be back in 3 weeks and maybe just maybe it’ll blow over by then.” “You’re right.” Blondie responded. “I’ll see you guys whenever I’m in a pinch and need to be down here.” Truthfully, Blondie knew what the score was with Dave. Prior to Muscleman using him for pleasure and money, he had done the same thing not a week or so before. The Inner Core was nothing he couldn’t handle with the same $40 and him offering himself in body glitter and then bending over to let Dave enjoy him from the back with that very mouth. “A little fairy dust didn’t hurt me that night.” Blondie thought.
Muscleman and Jamie were the last to leave Core and Jamie had to beg the question while Muscleman knew it was coming. “You’ve done what I think you did before tons of times. It can’t be that different this time, right?”
“He’s in his mid-20s but it felt kind of weird how…”
“Intense it was? Good it felt? What are you getting at?”
“It’s weird how he’s into me but seems to know it can’t happen.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“It’s like he wants to change the outcome knowing the score.”

Jamie was unable to think of a response by the time Muscleman stepped in his truck, his incognito tracksuit and University of Tennessee hat covering more than his punishment created body. “He can’t crack for someone who’s barely been to Core.” Jamie began to think. “The motherfucker has done way scuzzier things in the Inner Core and now there’s this.”

New Story Soon to Be Posted

Once again, I've taken some time and wrote another story. This time it's inspired by some certain figures that happen to be gogo-boys* I love seeing and based off of tattoos, what I happen to remember as certain conversations and my wild imagination I wrote a three act story about it.

Act I was typed/written from 9/12/16 to 9/16/16

Act II was typed/written from 9/17/16 to 9/21/16

Act III was typed/written from 9/21/16 to [at like 2:36 AM meaning it's technically today] 9/27/16

Meaning, I typed/wrote a three act story clocking in at 40 pages each in roughly 2 weeks and 1 day. Read as: "I have no life and am most likely cut out to be a writer after all."

What I'm posting in total will be...

- Act I Part I
- Act I Part II
- Act II Part I
- Act II Part II
- Act III Part I
- Act III Part II

- A "Soundtrack" of all the songs I listened to that I feel connect with certain characters or moods of the story.

If any of you give a remote-controlled damn to read the story, go right ahead and enjoy it at your discretion.

*Gogo boys are lovely men who dance in underwear at gay bars. They do it for $$$ even if it's a mostly "Stacked against them" system.

**NOTE: the gogo boys will be called dancers at times throughout the stories. These are based off of actual gogo boys and tattoos 'n such mentioned before. I'm not going to name them due to the fact it might screw with them. Also, a character by the nickname of "Ranger" is a nickname for a gogo boy who already answers to another nickname but it shall not be actually named.
Characters in this are fictional. The things that happen...hey, creative liberty reigns supreme.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

ALL MALE (Music) REVIEW: Leo by Chrystina Sayers

Singer Chrystina Sayers [of Girlicious turned newly established solo fame] makes her proper EP debut with Leo. Prior to this EP, she released the single "Alive" under the name Chrysie Sayers c. 2011 and had fairly recently released 2 new songs "Blame You" and "Feel Lit" [the latter of which was the center of a fun internet challenge Sayers organized.]
Then, for reasons that are sort of murky "Blame You" and "Feel Lit" were scrubbed from the internet which was a shame because those songs showed off great pop potential. However, she would eventually release most of what is now known as the Leo EP on her SoundCloud ["Bring Me Heaven" being the track omitted from the final track listing for a new song, "Here We Go".]

Here's how my review will work. All of the tracks will be judged individually; cohesion will determine the grade of the EP later. Obvious factors like singing ability and the instrumental of the song will be included as well.

# of songs: 5

Run time: 15 minutes

1. "From Here" - The favorite/stand-out track of Leo from its SoundCloud days to the fandom of hers known as SLAYers. If memory serves me right, this is the track slated for a music video treatment and I understand why.
It's pulsating, electronic vibes are contemporary without it sounding dated [which believe me is hard especially with Dance/EDM tracks.] It's no secret from her "Alive" days that this type of sound always complimented her vocals and this is a great way to open the EP.

2. "My Crew" - Not exactly my favorite, but if anyone needs a song that can read "Squad Goals" on social media, have them get this track on the double. It's easy fun to have which considering how club friendly this track sounds, this is another "W" to chalk up [even if at times, this does register as "Rihanna B-side"; No T, No Shade.]

3. "Here We Go" - The new song that made the tracklist. THANK GOD it did. It can pass as an unreleased Calvin Harris feature and considering his success, this is a compliment on high. At times, the vocals seem like they're at 70% but that does not detract terribly on this song.

4. "Go Hard" - Easily the best track on this EP and shows off all the potential Sayers developed on her own merit. Personally, this is the song from the SoundCloud days of this EP I couldn't stop replaying. The instrumental is catchy, the vocals are on full blast when they need to be and this is one of the few "sweet" pop songs that has depth to its name.

5. "Love You" - After the electronic field trip of the first tracks, this subtle cut does seem like a downer. However, this is probably closing the EP to prove that Sayers can actually sing and rather well. Remember, this is the same "secret weapon" of Girlicious who proved she could always sing once in her element.

If there's a way to arrive in EP form, Sayers figured it out and delivered one of the most infectious debuts. Despite the short run time of 3 songs [tracks 2-4 being under 3 minutes], it's not short changing the listeners at all.
For any potential soundclash of the closing track following all the glossy production of the first 4 tracks, Leo properly introduces Sayers after minor setbacks with the "Blame You"/"Feel Lit" scrubbing [which to be honest, "Blame You" would've easily fit in on Leo.] Nothing says "I'm here to slay" like a debut EP done right.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Covering Ground: What I Think Steve Grand Should Cover Next

Admittedly, this is a stretch for content as I'm utterly aimless in life outside of the keyboard. In other words, better I be at a keyboard than say...placating and projecting anger physically and/or emotionally on other people.

In a previous post, I went over songs that I feel singer/songwriter/LGBTQ activist/hot dork, Steve Grand, should cover. A fit of boredom later and I have an extensive list songs that I feel he should cover. Despite the presence of Shania Twain, Dixie Chicks and Faith Hill, these are songs that I feel could transition into Grand's pop/singer-songwriter piano style. [Don't be alarmed; Zayn is included even though he is utter trash on all songs not named...well see below.]

"OH GOD, DO YOU HATE THE SONGS HE PICKS THAT MUCH?" If you remember the first time I went over this, it's not just that; it wouldn't hurt to have me feel important nor would it hurt for him to expand on a pop identity in music. It's principle we're dealing with...and the fact I desire to feel important and listened to by someone I respect [and would have sex with.]

Here's the list in full; don't see a song you think should be here? Well you're you and I have taste...<3

"Enjoy the Silence" - Depeche Mode
"People Talk" or "This Time I Know It's For Real" - Donna Summer
"You and I" or "Paparazzi" or “Brown Eyes” - Lady Gaga
"Young & Beautiful" or "Shades of Cool" - Lana Del Rey
"Don't Call Me Baby" - Madison Avenue

"You're Still the One" or "That Don't Impress Me Much" - Shania Twain
"Haunted" - Beyoncé
"Get Along with You" [original or live EMAs version] or "Suspended" or “Brave” - Kelis
"Heart of Glass" - Blondie
"My Favourite Game" - The Cardigans

“Desperado” or “SOS” - Rihanna
“Giant In My Heart” - Kiesza
“How Deep Is Your Love” - Calvin Harris ft. Disciples
“Into You” - Ariana Grande
“Love At First Sight” - Kylie Minogue

“Underneath Your Clothes” - Shakira
“Come On Over (All I Want Is You)” - Christina Aguilera
“Cool” or “Make Me Like You” - Gwen Stefani
“Wake Up Call” or “Makes Me Wonder” - Maroon 5
“Wake Up” – DAWN

“Heartbreaker”- Mariah Carey
“Don’t Tell Me” or “Living For Love” - Madonna
“Back and Forth” - Giorgio Moroder ft. Kelis
“Everytime” - Britney Spears
“We Need a Resolution” – Aaliyah

“What Have You Done For Me Lately” - Janet Jackson
“One Headlight” - The Wallflowers
“The Harold Song” - Kesha
“Never Can Say Goodbye” - Gloria Gaynor
“People Like Us” - Kelly Clarkson

“Why Can’t I?” - Liz Phair
“Not Ready to Make Nice” - Dixie Chicks
“Don’t Wanna Fall In Love” - Jane Child OR Kimberly Wyatt of the Pussycat Dolls
“So Complicated” - Noisettes
“Lies” [live version] - Marina and the Diamonds

“Waiting For Tonight” - Jennifer Lopez
“Don’t Speak” or “Hella Good” - No Doubt
“Stickwitu” - Pussycat Dolls ft. Avant
“Fallin For You” - Colbie Caillat
“If It Makes You Happy” or “All I Wanna Do” - Sheryl Crow

"The Way You Love Me" - Faith Hill
"Fool For You" - Zayn
"More, More, More" - Andrea True Connection
"Firework" - Katy Perry
"Style" - Taylor Swift

"Sukiyaki" - A Taste of Honey
"I Wanna Dance With Somebody" - as covered by Chrisette Michele
"My Address is Hollywood" - Adore Delano
"Knock on Wood" - Amii Stewart
"I'm Not Perfect (But I'm Perfect For You)" - Grace Jones