looking for trouble (open to anyone)
Anson grins as he walks into the club. He's never been here before but he knows right away it's his kind of place. The lights are low, the music's thumping and the place is jammed. He has to weave his way through the crowd to get to the bar. It's unusual for a club to pack them in like this on a weeknight. These won't be dilettantes, the bridge and tunnelers who pour into the city on Saturday nights. Nope, these are serious players. He can tell that just by looking at them. He smirks as he notices some of them looking back. He leans back against the bar and spreads his legs a little, letting them see what's on offer. He didn't bother dressing up for the occasion. He's comfortable in his jeans and boots and black leather jacket. His sole concession to the play he intends to enjoy this evening is the spotless white shirt, his own little private joke. He's anything but innocent, but it amuses him to pretend to be.
He signals to the bartender. He'll explore the rest of the place later. He wants a drink, and then to find some entertainment for the night. He's restless and horny and it's been way too long since he's been fucked hard and sent home sore. Maybe if he's lucky he'll have some marks to admire in the morning.
He signals to the bartender. He'll explore the rest of the place later. He wants a drink, and then to find some entertainment for the night. He's restless and horny and it's been way too long since he's been fucked hard and sent home sore. Maybe if he's lucky he'll have some marks to admire in the morning.