Dumb Blond

Chapter 1

Author's Notes:  This story is loosely based on a plot bunny posted by lucel eons ago on Meredeth's fanfiction site.  I took many liberties with her suggestions, but that's where this story came from.  She suggested that Justin and Brian meet by leaving notes without knowing who each other is.

Beta by the lovely cheryltx.

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Brian Kinney pulled his Jeep into a parking spot near what used to be Meathook.  He was sorry to have seen that club go out of business.  Sometimes he had an itch, and Meathook had been the perfect place to get it scratched.

He undid his seatbelt and climbed out of the car.  He walked the short distance to the front of the old club.  He stood on the sidewalk staring up at the sign.  Club Emvic shone its neon light out onto the dark street.  Brian shook his head.  If he was choosing the name for the club, he would have chosen something that rolled more easily off the tongue.  But then, no one had asked him.

He walked up the three steps to the front door of the club and pushed the door to enter.  As soon as he crossed the threshold a burly man stepped in front of him.

“Twenty dollar cover charge,” the man said.

“I…”

Before Brian could say more, the man interrupted him.  “Twenty or out!”

“Fuck!” Brian muttered as he fished his wallet out of his pocket.  He handed the man a twenty dollar bill.  “Are the owners around?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’d like to speak with them.”

“Planning to report how rude I was?” the guy asked in a surly and somewhat threatening voice.

“I’m a … friend,” Brian said.

“Just a minute,” the man replied giving Brian the once over.  He walked behind the desk that Brian assumed he occupied as he waited for patrons to arrive.  The man picked up the phone and spoke into it.  “They’ll be down in a minute,” he said when he set the receiver back on the base.  “Wait here.”

Brian looked around the foyer.  There was lots of red that stood out from the black walls.  Banquettes covered in rich red velvet lined the walls.  It made Brian think of a nineteenth century brothel from some cheap Western novel.  He smiled at the thought.  But this was definitely a different kind of place from the brothels that had flitted into Brian’s brain – much different. 

Brian could hear music coming from inside the club – some kind of bump and grind that sounded vaguely familiar.  The foyer area where he waited was divided off from the rest of the club by a curtain made of wide strips of red velvet alternating with hanging chains.  Brian smiled again.  That was kind of a nice touch – soft and hard, warm and cold – heightened the senses.  He liked that.

A door opened at one side of the foyer.  Brian turned as movement caught the corner of his eye.

“Well, look who finally deigned to honor us with his presence,” Emmett said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“I only came because you kept leaving me messages demanding that I come see your new enterprise,” Brian snarked.

“You might have come to the opening,” Vic said, his voice soft with disappointment.

“Hey, Vic,” Brian said suddenly feeling rather sheepish.  “Something came up that night.”

“I’m sure,” Vic responded sardonically.  He couldn’t help but resent the fact that Brian wouldn’t make the effort to come to the opening of this new club that he and Emmett had poured so much time, effort and money into.  He had thought Brian would behave better than that.

“I guess I wanted to make sure it lasted more than one night,” Brian said trying to make a joke.  “I wouldn’t want to be associated with a failure.”  Brian immediately regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

“Thanks buckets,” Emmett said resentfully.  “We’ve actually managed to survive without your patronage.”  He glared at Brian.

“Well I’m here now.  So do I get a tour?”

“I suppose we could manage to give you a quick look see,” Emmett replied rather ungraciously.

“If you want me to leave, I’ll happily go,” Brian said, feeling nothing but hostility from his two friends.  He had meant to come to the opening, but he had found a trick that he took home and fucked for most of the night.  He had forgotten all about the club, the guy had been that good.  Now it seemed that he had really hurt his friends.

“You’re here, so why don’t we show you around,” Vic conceded.  He looked at Emmett for confirmation that he was in agreement.  Emmett nodded his head.

Just then the front door of the club opened and two men walked in.  They looked like typical middle class businessmen or salesmen.  The man behind the desk sprang into action once again. 

“There’s a twenty dollar cover charge,” he said, “each!”

“Okay, okay,” one of the men said getting out his wallet.  He handed the man forty bucks. 

Brian shook his head.  He’d have to mention to Vic and Emmett that they needed to instruct their bouncer to be a little more welcoming and polite with the clientele.  A lot of customers would never return when they were treated so brusquely the first time they entered the new club.

“May I show you in?” Emmett said extending his hand to the men.  “I’m Emmett Honeycutt, one of the owners.”

“At least somebody has some manners,” the man who had paid the forty bucks said.

Brian felt the other man’s eyes moving over his body.

“You dancing here, handsome?” the other man asked Brian with a coy smile.

Brian laughed.  “Not tonight.”

“Let me know what night you’re working and I’ll be sure to come back … for your performance.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to check my schedule,” Brian said.

“Right this way, gentlemen,” Emmett said sweeping the velvet and chain divider aside to admit his customers to the main part of the club.

“You’re incorrigible,” Vic whispered to Brian as they followed Emmett and the men into the club.

“Just having a little fun,” Brian said with a smirk.

“You could probably make a fortune dancing here, if those guys are any indication,” Vic pointed out.

“You’ve seen me dance…”

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” Vic chuckled.

“What the hell made you and Emmett buy this exotic dance emporium?” Brian asked.

“It seemed like a good idea.”

Brian shook his head.  “I just don’t get it.”

“Look around, Brian,” Vic merely replied.

Brian surveyed the main part of the club.  A semi-circular stage was dimly lit with spotlights at the far end of the room.  A young man was grinding against a pole, while several of the men seated at the tables ringing the stage watched intently.  There were lots more tables around the room.  They were all empty.  That was not a good thing on a Friday night.

The guy on the stage had removed his shirt or whatever had covered his upper body.  Fabric in a heap at one side of the stage indicated what had become of that part of his costume.  He was rubbing his hand suggestively up and down his thighs.  As Brian watched, the man’s hands moved to the insides of his thighs, brushing against a bulge in the flimsy workout pants that covered his lower body.

“He could use a more sophisticated costume,” Brian observed as he watched the gyrations.

“A lot of the guys are still working out their acts,” Vic explained.

Brian shrugged.  Emmett came hustling over to them, having seated the two men who came in after Brian at one of the tables near the stage.

“How’s business?” Brian asked.

“It’s … been okay.”

“Is that so?”

“Brian,” Emmett said, “we’ve had some start up problems, but we’re getting by.”

“Getting by is never good enough in business.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need to be making a profit or you’ll be under water in a few months.”

“Thanks for your cheery views,” Emmett said with a grimace.

“He’s right, Emm,” Vic said.  “We haven’t been doing the volume of business that we had hoped for after the opening.”

The dancer on the stage finished his act by pulling off the g-string that had been holding his cock in place during the last minute or two of his act.  What he revealed was nothing to write home about, Brian thought.

The small audience didn’t seem to care about the size of the dancer’s appendage, giving the guy a nice round of applause, before he ran offstage.

“Well, that was … interesting,” Brian stated not at all impressed.

“He’s just a warm up act,” Vic explained.

“Then that’s part of your problem,” Brian said.  “I don’t feel warmed up at all.”

“We have a couple of guys you haven’t seen yet.  I think you’ll like them,” Emmett said defensively.

“I can hardly wait,” Brian replied sarcastically.

Vic frowned and looked worried as he listened to Brian’s words.  He was very concerned that the business might fail just like Brian had said.  He had sunk everything he had into this club.  It needed to succeed.

“Our next star is Adam Adonis,” Emmett stated indicating the man who had just taken the stage.

“He’s your star attraction?” Brian asked with obvious disdain.

“No, not the star, but he has one humungous cock,” Emmett averred.

“Maybe I’ll stay long enough to see that,” Brian smirked.  “He might be worth a few minutes of my time.”  Brian watched the not overly attractive man start to take off his clothes.  He had a well defined body that he obviously worked on.  It would be a good thing if he had a spectacular cock because the rest of his act left quite a bit to be desired.  His face was rather homely, and he certainly was no dancer, even by Brian’s standards.  A big dick would be the only thing that would make such an act worthwhile.

Brian, Emmett and Vic moved over to the bar where they each got a drink.

“Want to sit down?” Emmett asked.  “The next act is our big attraction.”

“What’s so special about him?”

The three men walked to the owner’s booth which was an elevated area off to the side of the stage.  There was a half moon table with a red velvet bench behind it.  They all slid in and sat watching the stage while sipping their drinks.

Brian looked at Vic and Emmett who were watching the act on the stage, but also gauging the reaction of the audience.  For the first time it really struck Brian that a lot was riding on this business for his friends.  They had probably invested every cent they had, and more.  If the business failed, they would be in major trouble.

Brian looked over at the stage where the current act was just about to remove the last vestige of his clothing.  Brian hoped for Vic and Emmett’s sake that the guy’s dick was as impressive as he had been led to believe.

The man on the stage was down to a pair of shiny black bikini briefs that were hardly big enough to encase the massive dick they strained to cover.  The man turned his back on the audience wiggling his butt suggestively as he ever so slowly slid the briefs down.  As the silky fabric passed over the man’s ass, everyone could see the tip of his cock hanging low between his legs.  There was a sharp intake of breath from the audience.

Then the man turned with deliberate slowness.  As he did so, his semi-erect cock came clearly into view.  It had to be more than ten inches and very thick.  Brian gave a shudder at the thought of that thing up someone’s ass. 

With a deep bow the man ran offstage with his huge dick swinging in the breeze.  There was a good round of applause for the end of his act.

“Not bad, huh?” Emmett said to Brian.

“A big cock isn’t all that’s required to make good entertainment,” Brian replied.

“In this place it is.”

“That guy is no Zack O’Toole.”

“Who is?” Emmett asked fanning himself.

Vic laughed.  “He may not be Zack O’Toole but he’s a crowd pleaser.”

Brian nodded.  “I could use another drink if I’m hanging around for your star attraction.”

“We always have a little break here, so we can sell some more drinks,” Emmett said with a sly wink.  “It also builds suspense before our star appears.”

“Very clever,” Brian said.

“I’ll get us some more drinks.” Emmett slid out of the booth.  “More of the same?”

Brian and Vic nodded.

“So, how have you been lately?” Vic asked.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Like everyone doesn’t.”

“You mean Deb?” Brian asked.

“Yeah, that sister of mine tends to … hover.”

“Don’t you mean smother?”

“That could describe it,” Vic agreed with a chuckle.  “So, anything new with you?”

Brian shook his head.  “Kinnetik is doing well.  I landed a big advertising campaign for Remson Pharmaceuticals recently.”

“That must be lucrative.”  Brian nodded.  “But I was thinking more about your personal life.”

“I don’t have a personal life, and that’s just the way I like it,” Brian affirmed.

“Nobody’s happier alone,” Vic said with sympathy as he looked into Brian’s eyes.

Brian looked away, afraid of revealing too much.  “I’m fine, Vic.”

“You need to find someone.  You’re not getting any younger.”

“If this is a pep talk, you’re not doing much of a job,” Brian said bitterly.  Vic’s last remark had struck home.  That had been something Brian had been thinking about lately.  He didn’t want to become one of those over the hill club boys that everyone made fun of at Babylon.

Emmett returned with drinks rescuing Brian from further discussion of his personal future.  That was not a topic he chose to speak about with anyone.  If he could forget about it altogether, that would make him happy.  But life went on, and age progressed no matter how hard you fought it.

“This star attraction of yours, what’s he like?” Brian asked hoping to direct the conversation into safer channels.

“You’ll see for yourself in just a minute or two,” Emmett said as he sat back down in the booth.

“What’s his name?” Brian asked.

“Um…” Emmett said.

Vic gave his partner a look.  “Our star should be right out.  Why don’t we wait to discuss him until you’ve seen his act?”

“That’s his music,” Emmett said with a grin, as High School Confidential started to play.  “See for yourself.”

And then there he was!

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