Clifton liked to watch. In a way that's what led to his banishment, I guess. I didn't know at the time that it could have been called a glorious banishment, but my more recent one certainly qualified for that. I was in my second season as a dancer aboard cruise ships. I worked as one of ten dancers—five women and five men—and two women and two men singers w...
Old King Severmist of Kerastis, Aram, and Akamantis stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Tharsis and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus, his cousin and erstwhile ally, had failed. "Ho...
I could tell that Mr. Masters was nervous about this first meeting with the director and dance master at Arena Stage that afternoon. He had been peevish and snappish all morning—well, more so than usual—finding fault with everything and being detailed about the clothes he wanted me to lay out for the meeting and then rejecting them and upbraiding me for what...
"See that man over there?" "The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?" "Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on." Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bar...
Chapter 4: In the Son I gloried in the September sun raying down on the terraced vineyards of Tuscany, as I followed Paulo, the grandson of the owner of Villa Montebella, the Conte de Ghiberti, into the rows of wooden stakes supporting luscious green leaves and vines interspersed with moist clumps of purple and green grapes nearly bursting with rich juices....
Here is the second chapter of "I Love New York". Thank you so much for all the great feedback on the first chapter! This chapter will delve more into characters and Devon's transition into New York. While it's a bit different, I hope you all enjoy it. ~PeterPanics * It was needless to say that I missed my flight. I had twenty minutes to shower, get to the...
[This is a completed six-chapter work that will finish posting before the end of February 2017.] * The shipboard casino had opened an hour earlier, the sun was at its full height above the ninth-deck swimming pool complex, the lunch-service lines had opened at the Windjammer Café, and bingo was in full cry in the Spotlight Lounge. The Glory of the Seas cru...
"Hey, Leon," My manager, Brian, called over the bar, "the guy at table seven has been eye fucking you all night. Tell him to pay up or get out." I glared at him. He knew my shift was just about over. But Brian just flashed his killer smile and winked me away, going back to serving whiskey to an older gentleman. With a sigh, I started walking toward table...
"Jordan. I said my name is Jordan." He said it expectantly, making it obvious that he wanted a name from me. I guessed I could give him something, as he'd paid for the beer and already had a hand high up on my inner thigh. We were sitting in a corner booth in shadows at the BackEntry Bar in Las Vegas, on South 8th street, just off Fremont. I just didn't have...
My name is Scott. I'm twenty-two years old, I'm a professional ballet dancer with the Chandler Theatre. I've had fourteen years of ballet training, I have the coordination, agility and the stage presence that a dancer needs to be a success. I also do nude modeling and sexually explicit videos. At some point during my career at the Chandler Theatre, one of...