Candied Chris (part one)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:52:25 UTC
Standing in Joey’s hallway, dressed in a pink tutu, white tights and pink dance slippers, complete with pink satin ribbons crossing their way up his calves, Justin is past embarrassment, he’s pissed off. “Damn it JC, you said *Ballet Dancer*.”
Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion
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Candied Chris (part two)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:53:03 UTC
They come down minutes later only to see all the guests totally captivated by JC and his bewitching erotic belly dance. Joey moves quickly to cover Bri’s eyes and works hard to keep them covered as JC shimmies around seductively, stripping off a veil every few seconds. Some of them he flips into the air, dancing out of the way before they land. Others he’s seductively wrapped around the necks or waists of guests as he pulls them close, inviting them into his dance momentarily
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Candied Chris (part three)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:53:41 UTC
Hours later, after most of the guests have left, JC finds himself chatting with Lance. He’s flattered by the looks Lance is giving him. He’s thought about suggesting a hookup between himself and his bandmates in the past, but was always afraid that even asking would screw up their friendship. At one time or another, he’s found each of them attractive and he knows he’d be interested in exploring a sexual relationship if any of them ever suggested it. Tonight Lance seems interested, his hand cupping JC’s elbow as they chat
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Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion ( ... )
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