When my mom reminded me about going to the strip club tonight, I initially sulked, wanting to read.

[aruan]

Upon arrival, I quickly got over that.

Now, blatant pornography isn't my thing. There's nothing terribly sexy about just watching (simulated) sex, to me anyhow. Is it wrong that I spent most of the evening only passively watching the action and plotting a police!Sync story with Chris the no-bullshit captain who is nonplussed by Joey the smartalec detective, whose new partner, Justin the eager rookie, might have a thing for JC the coroner, but really, it might just be all about Lance the assistant district attorney.

That is, until Chicago came onstage.

The song Candyman has been forever and ever ruined for me, in only the best way - I only gave out two dollars the entire four hours we were there, and both were about five minutes before we left when he was freed up from lapdance duty enough to dance for a minute on one of the many such-intentioned tables set up. I still smell like him, the hotter than hotness man with the perfect abs and shaved head and non-functional sunglasses with the little American flag in rhinestones at the lower left lens, the most sweetly deceptive cocky smile ever and thighs I can't rationally go into right now.

In other strip joint news, about half the boys are gay, I do not share most women's taste in men, the strippers don't just flirt with the ladies and each other but the waiters too (who were known to give impromptu lap dances), tearaway Marine uniforms are maybe even more obscene than some of the things these boys did, and there's definitely something to be said for having a wardrobe of thongs and pants that fasten with snaps along the outer seam (which may have led to contemplations of Lambs fic where Justin comes backstage after and Nick points out, smirking, that he skipped a button on the left side).

It's good to be twenty and still have things to experience for the first time. Keeps the jadedness at bay. Mmm. Sweaty, toned manflesh. Good times.

Comments

[giddyupnow.livejournal.com]

Eh. Well, it's not exactly that, but I *do* have a timecop type popslash piece that's currently stalling. The first three bits are done, I think? Not exactly the same lineup you listed, but Justin most certain is the rookie to Chris' seasoned veteran. But hey, I think you read it a while back when it was actually still moving along... heh. *makes mental note to continue that*

Oh, strip clubs. Heh. And to think, when you got home, there was even more nakedness on the computer to greet you! Lance obviously was jealous and needed to reassert his right to be porny as well. *g*

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

I do recall (now that you mention it) reading a bit of that. Hope I wasn't latently plagiarizing or anything. It was very much of a present-day Law & Order sort of deal in my head, but with a lot more.. character development. Yes. *g*

So much delicious nakedness! I'll readily admit to a bit of breathing trouble and ecstatic shrieking. Shirtless pictures! I haven't seen Lance photographed shirtless since... the IWYB video, no? JC wasn't even exaggerating a little man - chiseled is the word. And I loved the ones on the seashore wall as well as the barefoot stuff in the kitchen and the ones by his computer. And man, when people were asking which house it was, I took a look at a single shot and could've sworn without any trepidation that it was his Orlando digs. Such a Florida house. But very classic, very tasteful. He so doesn't look like he should be a homeowner yet, but they were delightful to see. So, how gay did we say? Because the quotient went up by, like, at least a thousand points with that bedspread and bathroom... *g*