Introducing to the Catscratch Club: Clark and Conner Kent
POP, six…
The floor would all but sizzle with the heat between them. They didn’t like each other, but they would use that. Play off of both their antagonism and their similar looks. Who couldn’t resist the allure of the two of them? Two pairs of identical hands moving over skin.
…squish, uh-uh…
They would tease the audience. Neither of them was shy. Clark had come up with the original idea and Kon was more than willing to have a little fun. And if that teasing ended up being something a little more with a few select people, well, only time would tell. After all, they didn’t know who their audience would be. It was entirely possible it would be filled with the lowest of the low. Then again, Dick might be working. But either way, they would make it a night that no one would forget.
…Cicero, Lipshitz!
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, before our next act hits the stage I must tell you this: There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. The Catscratch Club is now controlling the transmission; we control the horizontal and the vertical, hell, even the diagonal, just for good measure. We're very thorough that way.
You are not seeing double, folks. For the next… three minutes or so, I give you not one, but two first time performers. So, please, be gentle. Dancing like they've never danced before -- at least not in public, anyway -- here are Clark and Conner Kent. Take it away, fellas! Just be sure to have it back home at a reasonable hour."
There was no more waiting. Without even the slightest hint of nerves, they stepped forward onto the stage.
(Have one or have both…innuendo completely intended…either before or after their act. Just let us know which and when. Both of the boys are swapped, so expect a wild ride…also intended. Also, note that threads with both boys will go you, Kon, Clark unless otherwise agreed upon.)
The floor would all but sizzle with the heat between them. They didn’t like each other, but they would use that. Play off of both their antagonism and their similar looks. Who couldn’t resist the allure of the two of them? Two pairs of identical hands moving over skin.
…squish, uh-uh…
They would tease the audience. Neither of them was shy. Clark had come up with the original idea and Kon was more than willing to have a little fun. And if that teasing ended up being something a little more with a few select people, well, only time would tell. After all, they didn’t know who their audience would be. It was entirely possible it would be filled with the lowest of the low. Then again, Dick might be working. But either way, they would make it a night that no one would forget.
…Cicero, Lipshitz!
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, before our next act hits the stage I must tell you this: There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. The Catscratch Club is now controlling the transmission; we control the horizontal and the vertical, hell, even the diagonal, just for good measure. We're very thorough that way.
You are not seeing double, folks. For the next… three minutes or so, I give you not one, but two first time performers. So, please, be gentle. Dancing like they've never danced before -- at least not in public, anyway -- here are Clark and Conner Kent. Take it away, fellas! Just be sure to have it back home at a reasonable hour."
There was no more waiting. Without even the slightest hint of nerves, they stepped forward onto the stage.
(Have one or have both…innuendo completely intended…either before or after their act. Just let us know which and when. Both of the boys are swapped, so expect a wild ride…also intended. Also, note that threads with both boys will go you, Kon, Clark unless otherwise agreed upon.)