EXCERPT

Flash Dance
by Marteeka Karland
cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-59596-452-6
Genre(s): Gay/Bisexual
Length: Short story

Chapter 1

Mason Stone sipped the cheap scotch in front of him while watching the man on stage. This strip club was a favorite of his, but because of a business venture, it had been almost two months since he'd been here last.

The men in this place always got him hard.

One man in particular.

The blare of the music combined with the calls of men -- and women -- in the audience was almost unbearable, but he endured it. The smoke was thick and threatened to choke him, yet he refused to give in.

He was staying there. Right where he was.

Waiting…

For him.

He didn't have to wait long.

The lights on stage dimmed, and the noise of the crowd softened slightly. The music started with an electric guitar riff, and the lights came up. Smoke obscured the parting of the curtain at the back of the stage, but when drums joined the guitar, a figure exploded from the smoke to strut down the runway.

The crowd went wild.

Mason's breath caught. This dancer looked even better than he remembered. The young, blond man was dressed in black leather pants with only a matching vest covering his finely chiseled chest and abdomen. No hair marred his lean body and -- not for the first time -- Mason longed to run his fingers over that expanse of skin.

The man -- Sean, said the announcer -- ground his hips to the beat, thrusting his pelvis at the audience with a mixture of lust and cockiness Mason couldn't resist.

The vest was flung aside in short order, and Sean's abs rippled when he put his hands behind his head and thrust his pelvis at a man sitting next to the bar. Mason glanced at the man, noting a thick cigar between his lips and beefy arms covered from shoulder to fingertips in thick black hair, and smiled.

A "bear" wouldn't be Sean's type.

Neither would the blonde bombshell of a woman who stuffed a bill down the front of Sean's pants, though Mason didn't miss the gleam in Sean's eye when the woman pulled him down for a kiss. A huge man in black jeans and a white t-shirt pulled her away from Sean, and Sean winked as he shook his head slightly when the bouncer would have escorted her out.

Working the crowd, Sean danced back and forth across the runway. When the music paused just before an explosion of sound, lights, and indoor pyrotechnics, Sean jerked his pants, whipping them away from his body.

He strutted proudly, sexily, in a sparkling gold and black thong to the pole at the end of the runway in the center of the aisle. Hanging on to the pole, he slid out over the audience.

"Yeah, baby! Show me whatcha got!" a woman from the bar lining the stage yelled as she held up a bill. Sean turned and presented her with his ass and she tucked the bill underneath the tiny string. Turning, he hooked a leg around the pole slid his body up and down it, his cock making solid contact with the pole.

Screams and catcalls followed as Sean worked the pole, using his incredible athletic ability to swing around and around it in graceful arcs. Stepping back to get a running start, Sean leaped high up on the chrome pole and, wrapping both legs around it, he swung around until his momentum slowed and he slid down.

When he finally stopped as the music faded, he made eye contact with Mason for the first time. Again, that cocky grin graced his features. Sean looked at the DJ's box in a second story room above the back of the bar and twirled a finger in the air - a sign he wanted to continue.

When another hard rocking dance number started up, Sean looked from side to side, encouraging the crowd to cheer him on. He slid his hands down his waist to his groin, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as if in ecstasy.

Allowing a man, this time, to stuff a bill down the front of his g-string, Sean rotated his hips several times before the guy removed his hand. Sean then grabbed his cock and rubbed it through the slick, shiny material, all the while pumping and grinding his hips.

Turning to the pole again, he humped it, holding on with one hand while throwing his upper body back like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. He stopped every now and then to change positions or to allow a man or woman to tuck bills either in the string running between the cheeks of his ass, or down the front of scrap of cloth.

The longer his dance went on, the more times Sean made eye contact with Mason, the wilder Sean's movements became. It wasn't long before evidence of his arousal was impossible to hide. His long, thick dick was outlined clearly underneath the g-string.

Apparently not caring if he crossed the line between exotic dancing and full nudity, Sean pulled the fabric of his thong out to allow the head of his cock to peek above the waistband to the whoops and calls from the audience. Sexual tension vibrated through the men and women surrounding Sean.

When the music ended, Sean gave Mason one last, lust filled look and stroked himself again to the roar of the sex crazed crowd. His cock was fully erect now and almost half the length of it was free.

This guy wanted Mason.

Badly.

Mason sat at his table for a few more minutes, still sipping his scotch. Did he dare seek the younger man out back stage? If he did, Mason doubted he'd be able to stop himself from fucking Sean. The younger man wasn't the only one with a hard on.

Taking one last swallow, Mason stood and headed toward the employee dressing room. It was time Sean cashed in on all those "fuck me" looks he had thrown Mason's way.