Dumb Blond

Chapter 2

Brian felt his groin tighten and his cock jump as the young blond man moved onto the stage.  The dancer was not very tall, with pale skin, and a slender build.  But that wasn’t what Brian noticed.  It was the smile that he flashed at the audience, fleeting but warm.  It made him glow with the promise of much more to come. 

The blond boy was dressed like some weird type of cowboy with a fake Stetson-like hat and cowboy boots that seemed too big for his feet.  The rest of his costume, if it could even be called a costume, looked pretty much like a teenager’s street clothes with little or no attempt to carry on the cowboy theme, other than the plaid shirt that hung loose above a pair of dark denim jeans.

High School Confidential belted out from speakers that were hidden somewhere behind or above the stage.  There was a sudden silence from the audience, as everyone’s attention seemed to be pulled to the man on the stage.  Even above the loud music the lack of other noise was palpable.  Everyone seemed to be waiting for something to happen, something different or strange or important.  All Brian could see was the blond boy in front of him.  And all he could hear besides the music was a loud pounding in his ears.

Brian didn’t know how long he was lost in the trance that the young man wove, but he was pulled from it by a persistent repetition of his name.

“Brian…Brian…Brian!”  By the last repetition of his name, Emmett was practically shouting at him.

“Yeah.”

“You like what you see?” Emmett asked with his toothy grin.

“He’s okay,” Brian said when he could force his voice to work.

“He’s better than okay,” Emmett averred.

“How old is he?” Brian asked as he began to regain his composure.  His eyes never left the stage where the young man was gyrating his hips suggestively.  Brian silently prayed that the kid was at least eighteen, because Brian realized something, something that he would rather not admit.  He wanted the blond boy with every fiber of his being.

“Nineteen,” Emmett stated.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure; he filled out all the required paperwork.  He couldn’t work here if he was under eighteen,” Emmett explained.

“But the fact that he looks about fifteen is part of his attraction,” Vic added quietly noting Brian’s intent interest in what was on the stage.  That had not been the case when the other acts had been out there.

“Barely fifteen,” Brian muttered.  Normally he wouldn’t look at a teenager.  He wasn’t into chicken.  He liked men who knew what they wanted, knew what the score was and what they were getting into.  This kid was different … somehow.  There was something sweet … and seductive about this boy.  ‘And I don’t do sweet,’ Brian reminded himself.  Seductive was another story.  Brian gave himself a shake.  What the fuck was he thinking?

The boy had removed his shirt and tossed in toward the back of the stage.  His bare chest was defined but not overly muscular.  He was slim and slight of build.  Brian studied the bare chest, realizing that the blond was an enigmatic combination of boy and man.  Maybe that was what was so appealing.  Brian realized he wanted to know more about this young man.

Next the blond kicked off his cowboy boots which had seemed much too big for his feet, and must have been since they flew off so easily.  For the next couple of minutes the blond ground himself against the pole in the center of the stage.  The audience really enjoyed that by their collective reaction.  Then, leaping up, the young man/boy spun around the pole, landing back on his feet very adroitly.  He offered another smile when the audience again showed its approval of that move.

Then unexpectedly he turned his back to his audience and shook his nicely rounded butt at them.  That drew a huge round of applause.  The bubble butt was quite appealing.  Every man in the place seemed to think so, including Brian Kinney.  Brian smiled to himself.  This kid knew how to showcase his assets. 

The next thing Brian knew, the kid’s jeans were slowly sliding down over that wonderful ass.  Brian watched in fascination expecting there to be some sort of thong or g-string underneath.  To his surprise, the boy was wearing white cotton underpants like you could buy at the fucking Big Q.

And what was more surprising, those white undies were damn intoxicating.  It seemed like Brian, and the whole audience, were holding their collective breaths as the jeans slid down and then disappeared.  The blond tossed them towards the back of the stage with his boots and shirt.

Brian did a double take as the boy turned and faced his audience.  He stood there tall and proud for just a moment.  He seemed not at all embarrassed by the suggestive moves he had just been making.  Brian liked that the blond seemed proud of his craft, and it was a craft the way the boy was doing it.  His demeanor was almost noble.

Running the palms of his hands over his nipples and down to the top of his underwear, the young man smiled again.  He seemed to be enjoying himself, and as a result, so was his audience.  He repeated these movements several times, making his nipples harden and darken.  Each time he slid his hands over his nipples, he chose some man in the audience to lock eyes with.  It was like a silent invitation to something more. 

Brian tried his best not to gasp when the blond’s eyes locked onto his.  As much as he would have liked to assert his authority and independence by turning away, Brian found that he could not.  He stared back entranced.

Then the boy broke the link by turning around once again.  Brian felt a sudden loss, like something he coveted had been taken away.  He shook his head to break the spell.  This was too fucking strange for words.  He blinked – hard – a few times, as if that might clear his vision, and his brain, and his … fantasies.

When he looked up, the blond was again showing that delectable ass, but this time he was slowly sliding the white cotton fabric down over his ass cheeks.  Each fraction of an inch that it moved revealed more of the creamy skin beneath.  Brian realized he was holding his breath as the boy’s ass crack was gradually revealed. 

And then the white cotton undies were sliding swiftly down the boy’s legs and being kicked to the back of the stage.  Just as before the blond turned, stood proud and tall, revealing that he was a true blond who possessed a nicely shaped and rather impressive cock for someone his size.

It was a mere moment that the boy stood there in all his naked glory, but it was as if time stood still for Brian, for everyone.  And then suddenly, after a last warm smile, the dancer was gone.  The stage was empty.  The music had stopped.  A collective sigh could be heard throughout the room.  Then the audience burst into applause, standing and hooting their approval, trying to call the young man back for another look.  This continued for a couple of minutes, before it became clear that there would be no second look.

“No encore?” Brian asked.

“Nope,” was Emmett’s terse answer.  “Always leave them wanting more – the first rule of performing.”

“He certainly had his audience mesmerized,” Brian observed.

“He does that every performance,” Vic noted.

“Yeah,” Emmett agreed.  “He weaves a real spell over the audience while he’s out there.  That’s what makes him a star.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, he’s … something special,” Emmett added.

“Does he have a name?” Brian asked, not sure why he verbalized that question, but he knew deep inside that he wanted to know.

“He calls himself ‘Dumb Blond’,” Emmett explained.

“And is he?” Brian asked.

“Is he what?”

“Dumb!  I could certainly see that he was blond.”

“So could everyone else,” Vic chuckled.

“So, is he dumb?” Brian asked.

“I guess that would depend on how you define that word,” Emmett replied.

“I didn’t come here to parse words with you,” Brian said.

“He chose the name he goes by,” was Emmett’s enigmatic reply.

“He must have an actual name,” Brian said.

“Of course he does.”  Brian raised an eyebrow waiting for Emmett to tell him what that name might be.  “He chooses not to have that become common knowledge,” Emmett said to explain his refusal to divulge the boy’s name.

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

“No, I’m not.  I promised the boy I wouldn’t.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Emmett asked, knowing that Brian Kinney didn’t like to be thwarted.

“I need a drink,” Brian said shoving Emmett over so he could slide out of the booth.  He walked over to the bar to get his own drink, not prepared to wait for further service from Emmett at the table.

“My, my, my!” Emmett said as soon as Brian was out of earshot.

Vic laughed.  “He was certainly interested in our little blond.”

“Oh my, yes.”

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it,” Vic said with a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“I hope Brian doesn’t take it upon himself to go after our ‘dumb blond’,” Vic explained.  “Brian has a way of getting what he wants.”

“I don’t think that will happen in this case,” Emmett said.  But Vic’s comment made him wonder.  Usually Brian Kinney didn’t have to go after anybody.  They came after him, and most of the time he had to beat them off with a stick.  Either that or take them home and fuck them, before he discarded them.  He did a lot of that too.

Emmett and Vic headed towards the bar where Brian now stood drinking what looked like vodka.  Both of them were wondering what was going through Brian Kinney’s head.  One never knew, and sometimes it was better that one didn’t.

Before they reached the bar, Vic touched Emmett’s arm, and nodded his head in the direction of the velvet and chain curtain leading to the lobby.  The ‘dumb blond’ was standing there motioning to them.

“He probably wants his paycheck,” Emmett whispered to Vic.  “Keep Brian occupied while I take care of it.”

Vic heaved a sigh.  “I’ll try,” he said.  He walked towards the bar while Emmett hurried to the lobby.

Brian turned just before Vic came to meet him.  Brian caught a glimpse of Emmett and a blond disappearing through the velvet curtain.  His eyes narrowed.

“Brian, another drink?” Vic asked trying to sound nonchalant.

“Why all the mystery about this blond kid?” Brian asked cutting right to the chase.  He didn’t need another drink.  There was something else he was after.

“He’s young and … new at this,” Vic said as if that explained everything.

“He fucking knew what he was doing on that stage,” Brian exclaimed.

“Naturally talented,” Vic replied.

“So, who is he, Vic?”

“I can’t say.”

“You mean you won’t say.”

“All right, I won’t say.  That’s the way he wants it,” Vic stated.

“And a very good night to you then, old friend,” Brian said trying to keep the sarcasm to a minimum, while giving Vic’s shoulder a squeeze.  Vic had always been a good friend to Brian, even if he wouldn’t provide the information Brian now wanted.  “I’m done here,” Brian said and headed for the lobby.

“Brian…” Vic called after him, but Brian kept on going. 

Brian pushed the velvet and chains aside and walked into the lobby half expecting to see the blond standing there.

No such luck.

Brian glanced around, but apparently Emmett, and maybe the blond, had disappeared into some inner sanctum.  For a fleeting second, Brian contemplated asking the bouncer about the young man, or trying to get into Emmett’s office, but one glimpse of the belligerent looking gent behind the desk told Brian that would be fruitless.  The bouncer wasn’t interested in anything but his job, and Brian had not made matters better by the way he had treated the guy earlier.

After a minute or two of indecision Brian walked out the front door of Club Emvic.  He was about to head for his car, when another thought struck him.  Club Emvic was located on a corner beside a narrow alley.  ‘Convenient for fucking,’ Brian thought with a small lift of one corner of his mouth, as he looked into the alley.  He imagined that some of the dancers wouldn’t object to a little extra money from a quick blowjob or fuck in that alley.  He had to wonder about the blond boy.  Would he be part of such a thing?

Brian walked a couple of feet into the alley.  All was darkness and emptiness.  He stepped further into the alley, just far enough to be out of sight to any casual observer that might be passing by.  Brian lit a cigarette while he waited.  He took a long drag on it.  He’d give this … adventure five minutes – max.

He didn’t have to wait that long.  Suddenly a figure walked past the alley, a figure with blond hair.

Brian stepped out of the shadows, immediately recognizing the slender form of the exotic dancer he had been waiting for.  He tossed his cigarette aside and hastened to catch up to the boy who was walking purposefully down the street.

“Excuse me,” Brian said as politely as he could.  Brian wondered why he was being polite.  Usually he would use one of his patented lines, and he and his prey would be in the Jeep heading to his loft.  Or fucking in that damn alley.  But this seemed different somehow.

The blond turned quickly and his eyes grew large.  His mouth opened but no sound came out.

“I … I enjoyed your performance … in the club … very much,” Brian said hesitantly.  He hoped he was making the young man feel more at ease.  He could see surprise and what looked like fear in the boy’s eyes.  “I didn’t mean to startle you; I just wanted to tell you that you were the best dancer in there.”  Brian cocked his head toward the club entrance.  He felt the blond relax a bit at his words.  A small smile played on the full lips.  “I wondered if you’d like to have a drink with me,” Brian added.

‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ Brian wondered.  It sounded like he was asking for a date, and Brian Kinney didn’t do dates.

The blond looked … hopeful for a split second, then the fear returned to his eyes.  He shook his head vehemently indicating that he wanted no part of a drink or of Brian.

“I don’t know your name … or anything,” Brian persisted. 

The blond merely shrugged.

“I was curious why you call yourself ‘Dumb Blond’,” Brian continued.  He wasn’t much good at making small talk, but he wasn’t ready to have the blond disappear just yet.  And he really wanted an answer to that question.

The boy shook his head and made to walk away.  Without thinking Brian stuck his arm out to block the escape.  The look of terror on the boy’s face made Brian draw his arm away.  He meant no harm to the lad, and he wanted him to know that.

Just then a bus rounded the corner and pulled to a stop at a pickup spot up the street.  The blond gave Brian a quick look before he raced down the street and hopped on the bus.

Brian watched in silence while the young man found a seat on the bus, and then looked out at him from the window of the bus, as the vehicle passed the spot where Brian was still standing. 

“Fuck,” Brian muttered.  That had not gone well.  Then he shrugged as he watched the bus recede from view.  He turned and walked slowly to his car.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and sat there for a minute.  He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag on it.  He couldn’t remember what had happened to the other cigarette he had lit a few minutes earlier in the alley.  Brian realized that time had a way of scrambling, of stopping or turning upside down, when he looked into the deep blue eyes of the blond exotic dancer.

Brian slowly shook his head.  Time was all mixed up.  He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the alley.  Had he smoked the whole cigarette?  How long had he actually talked to the blond?

Then it struck him, that he had done all the talking.  The blond had not spoken a word.  Could that be the true meaning of ‘Dumb Blond’?  Was the boy unable to speak?  He seemed to be able to hear what Brian had said, or was he lip reading?  No, Brian thought, the boy had heard him when he caught up to him.  He was sure of that.  So, if he wasn’t deaf, why couldn’t he speak? 

This must have been what Emmett had meant when he had said that it depended on the definition of ‘dumb’.  The boy certainly wasn’t stupid, as in the other definition of dumb.  He knew how to use his body and his masculine wiles to play an audience.  He had been a master at what he was doing.  The audience had been transfixed.  Hell, Brian had been transfixed by the performance. 

The boy used no makeup or costumes to speak of, yet he was by far the most beautiful and appealing dancer of the evening.  Brian would bet that every man in the place had a hard-on by the time the blond’s act was over.  Brian had one after the first two seconds the kid was on stage.

Brian took another long puff on his cigarette before tossing it out the window of the Jeep.  He needed to forget this blond kid … or find out more about him.  He wasn’t at all sure which it would be.

However, he would have to do something.  He was horny as hell after watching the performance in the club.  If he couldn’t have the blond, he would find someone else.

Brian started the Jeep and headed for Babylon.

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