The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Dominic
You make it look like it's magic
'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you
I'm never confused
Hey, hey
The hungry crowd from behind went relatively berserk as the guy in the fake police uniform started dancing in a very sensual and erotic manner, moving his hips and body with explicit arousing rhythm. I laid my eyes on him, something in between a gawk and fixed gaze, carefully scrutinizing his physique from head to toe. I am feeling the heat starting to volume up and I guess I'm starting to get into this stripper tease thing.
I'm so used to being used
So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you
I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah
'Cause girl you're perfect
You're always worth it
And you deserve it
The way you work it
'Cause girl you earned it, yeah
Girl you earned it, yeah
The company of the slow tempo music that seemed to come out straight from the movie Fifty Shades of Grey synced perfectly with his titillating dance moves as he sensually slithered his way to where I was currently tied up.
You know our love would be tragic (oh yeah)
So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind
We live with no lies
Hey, hey
And you're my favourite kind of night
Once he was already a few meters away from me, he gave me an intense look in the eyes, almost as if he's inviting me to join him and have a trip somewhere above the clouds. He began moving his hips in a humping manner until he was already dancing on my lap. Back and forth his body waved and teased the shit out of me. I felt my face and ears began to burn out of the ostensible thought that everybody from behind is watching this go down.
So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you
I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah
'Cause girl you're perfect (girl you're perfect)
You're always worth it (you're always worth it)
And you deserve it (and you deserve it)
The way you work it (the way you work it)
'Cause girl you earned it (earned it, yeah)
Girl you earned it (earned it, yeah)
Obtaining support from my shoulder, he moved his pelvis near my face and made it look as if I'm giving him an intense blowjob. He sat on my lap and continued humping and grinding much to the pleasure of the music. For a brief moment I noticed his hand slipping something on my pocket and shortly after that, he finally moved a few meters away from me. He looked at me straight in the eye once again and licked his lips wet before positioning his hands on both sides of the fake uniform eventually pulling them in a blink of an eye and subsequently stripping the fake police uniform to reveal his perfectly structured muscles for the whole world to feast on. I gawked at his herculean physique.
On that lonely night (lonely night)
You said it wouldn't be love
But we felt the rush (felt the love)
It made us believe it there was only us (only us)
Convinced we were broken inside, yeah
Inside, yeah
This male stripper looked ripped enough to pass as a male model from famous male magazines sporting a variety of underwear. My eyes can clearly see his package bulging from the tight underpants and I quickly imagined how much of a stud he was. The crowd went wild once again and paper bills began to rain flooding the stage with richness. The joint forces of the crowd's wild response and the loudness of the music almost made my ears explode but the hotness of this certain performer eased it somehow.
'Cause girl you're perfect (girl you're perfect)
You're always worth it (you're always worth it)
And you deserve it (and you deserve it)
The way you work it (the way you work it)
'Cause girl you earned it (girl you earned it, yeah)
Girl you earned it (you earned it, yeah)
I can clearly see his packed abs, his biceps and his thick thighs looking rather inviting. His torso dripped with sweat as he continued providing an intense erotic performance that did not fail to entertain the hungry audience and me. He flipped in a push-up position so I can only see his bum and his heavy legs on my shoulder and began doing push-ups mixed with humping. What happened next was beyond my expectations and it felt like it happened in a blink of an eye.
Nana nana
So girl you're worth it
The way you work it
You deserve it
I can tell you
The music slowly faded until the only sound that I can hear is the shrieking voice of the host as he edged his way back to the center of the stage where I was still tied up. The host interviewed me for a little while longer before finally decided to untie the ropes and let me go off of the stage. The intensity of that strip-tease made me gulp the vodka that I was drinking quicker. I gulped it like some thirsty person making it seem as if I was drinking an orange juice. Regrettably, I ordered three more and eventually got overly drunk while basking wildly in the glory of the male strippers that came back to back shaking and grinding all of their booties up at the stage.
Hours later, I found myself standing outside the club after the show was finally over and everybody had gone out of the club. I feel uncomfortably sweaty and sticky and the cooling feeling of the breeze just made me conveniently a little less drunk than I was inside. Leaning against the wall, I was looking at the paper that the male stripper had slipped on the pocket of my pants. That guy is not only hot but also smart. He definitely has some side-hustle going on.
"See you after the show" The message said and written below was his number definitely asking for it. I fished my phone only to realize that I already sent him a text message and we already agreed to meet outside after the show. What the actual fuck! I suddenly got back into my sense, stood straight and shook my head just to reread the series of text messages and make sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I guess I wasn't hallucinating after the male stripper suddenly popped out of nowhere and then tapped me on the back.
"Hey, what's up?" He said deliberately taking me by surprise.
"Hey man" I said smiling almost awkwardly. I'm still drunk but it wasn't as wasted as I was a few hours ago.
"You're Dominic, right?" He asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"My name's Lyndon" He mouthed and paused for a little bit before eventually continuing to speak. "So, is it going to be your place or mine?" He asked giving me a smirk that almost did nothing but to provoke my lustful desire. I looked at him closer and personal and I don't know why but I feel like I've met this guy before but I don't where or even how. I tried to brush it off of my shoulder.
"I don't know" I answered. I'm not quite that sure if I'm open to bringing home a guy especially a guy from a strip club. I'm not even that ready to bring any guy home and receive lots of judgment from the people at home. I know that I have brought a lot of guys to my dad's penthouse back in Singapore but that was only because my dad is always on a business trip and he has his schedule written on a calendar so I know when to bring a hook-up. Mom is almost never on to something. In fact, I don't even know if business trip is on her vocabulary.
"Let's just go to my place. It's just a few kilometers from here" Lyndon spat and thus we both took a taxi to his apartment unit.
Arriving to Lyndon's apartment unit, I began to attain the level of sobriety where if I was caught drunk driving, I can easily walk the straight line and give the police a fuck you once they let me go. Lyndon turned on the lights and cordially let me inside his humble abode. I momentarily stared at his face and I couldn't keep myself from wondering why Lyndon looks extremely familiar to my memories now that the presence of the blinking lights and the dim set up of the club was gone. I tried to recognize his face from somewhere but I just can't quite remember where I had seen him before.
"Sorry for the mess," Lyndon spoke which gave me the idea to roam my eyes around the place. It's definitely a mess. His couch was draped with what I think to be a mix of used and unused clothes. Bottles of empty beers were lined on a table along with bags of empty chips and pizza boxes that were scattered all around. "I was so busy with a lot of things. I forgot to clean this morning." Lyndon said and pulled out a pack of cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket.
"I don't mind them at all so long as there are no rats" I replied. My sober self probably freak out and back out immediately. I can always say that I don't mind the mess just because I know I came in here just for a hook-up and I know I won't come back to this place after.
"Do you smoke?" He asked.
"I do."
"Here" He handed me a stick and I already knew what it is just by looking at it.
"Oh, I'm sorry man. I only smoke cigarette not weed." I said rejecting the stick he's giving me.
"For real? That's a killer man. Don't you want to try it?"
"I have tried it but I guess I didn't like it." I said. I tried it twice and I just know I like it but I know I didn't want it.
"Okay, cool." Lyndon spat and went to open his fridge and grabbed a beer. He opened one beer using his teeth and handed a bottle for me. "I'm not going to force you anyway."
We sat on both ends of the couch and drank the beer together. This is somewhat a bizarre scenario for me. Usually when I'm going to hook-up with someone else we immediately attack each other viciously, kiss each other aggressively and grind on each other much like sex deprived animals just after passing the door. This one in particular is a little more different than what I anticipated, unexpectedly slow and bizarrely filled with conversations. I wasn't expecting it but I was kind of into it. Lyndon smoked the weed, inhaling and exhaling to eventually moaning with pleasure while staring at me in the eye as if he's trying to invite me. And, I don't know, I was staring at him and it is working.
"Okay. You know what, let me have some of that shit!" I said blatantly giving up to the temptation.
"Nah, I thought you said you didn't like it" Lyndon refused.
"Well, ugh. I lied. I actually liked it but I just didn't want it"
"Fair enough." Lyndon said and then handed me the stick. I did what he was doing and I guess it quickly flew me to the heights of the clouds above. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to reap the pleasure of the cannabis and when I finally opened my eyes; Lyndon's strikingly handsome face was already an inch closer to mine. I gazed at his eyes and noticed that his lashes were naturally longer and his eyebrows were bushy. Lyndon grabbed the back of my head and pulled me as we kissed.