Boy's Paradise

Prologue

He adjusted his tie and sighed. It was going to be a very, very long night.

Two hours of waiting and still the client hadn't even shown up. He wasn't answering his calls either. How irritating.

Sendoh fingered the rim of the whiskey glass with his right hand despondently, noticing the way the blinking lights from the stage lit the smooth surface in bright gaudy colours – flashing blue, green, pink, purple and back to blue again. He downed the last of the burning alcoholic liquid and let his breath out in a gasp as the fire warmed his belly. It really didn't seem as if his client was going to make it tonight after all.

With nothing else to do he lifted his eyes to the stage and tried to hold back the curl of distaste from his lips. Boys. Scantily clad and sweaty in the hot lights, gyrating their hips, rubbing up against one another, throwing their smouldering gazes out across the audience as men close to the stage attempted to tuck thin bank notes into their precious little clothing.

Sendoh winced and looked away. Why the client had suggested meeting in a place like this was beyond him.

"Haven't seen you around here before" the raised voice of the bartender interrupted his thoughts, though it was difficult to hear over the pounding music. Sendoh looked towards the man who had come over to collect his glass. He was a large and intimidating guy with bare bulging biceps and a bulky muscular chest visible even under his thin white vest. Sendoh gave a small shrug and made no reply to the small talk.

"You don't like what you see?" the barman queried, tossing his head towards the stage in suggestion, and Sendoh only sighed.

"I'm not really…"

"…not gay?"

Sendoh glanced up again and nodded. He received a broad smile in return.

"Yukari's up next" the man told him. "If he can't turn you, nothing will."

Sendoh nearly rolled his eyes at that. Whoever heard of someone being turned gay? That kind of thing was just fantasy. As far as he was concerned one was born either straight or gay, and he liked to think that he had enough self-awareness to know that he simply wasn't attracted to men. It wasn't as if he hadn't had enough opportunity to find out, that was for sure. He'd seen plenty of men's bodies during his time playing basketball and had never felt any kind of reaction at all.

Still, at the bartender's prompt, and at the sudden sound of loud whistling approval coming from the patrons around the stage, he once again turned his eyes towards the lights.

He was tall, taller than the others. Slender like willow, sinewy but strong. Not a drop of fat on him he was toned and rippled in the lights. Wearing only Lycra pants not quite long enough to cover the curve of his buttocks there certainly wasn't any guesswork involved when it came to realising that his body was pretty much perfect.

His hair was soft brown streaked with blond, quite western with the current fashions. He wore it long and stylishly, almost curly with pronounced waves as if he'd just come back from a day surfing at the beach. His smooth skin seemed flawless as it caught the disco colours and shone in hues of blue and pink and green.

He appeared to move slowly, even though the beat of the music was fast. Every movement he made was measured, almost elegant, such that despite a relatively unadorned costume the eye was naturally drawn to him to the detriment of the other dancers. With teasing ease he wrapped one perfect thigh around the pole set in the centre of the stage and bent backwards, arching his back with enviable flexibility, each groove in his chest catching the lights one by one as he arched further and further like a leopard. At the pinnacle of the stretch he closed his eyes and let out a gasp as if lost in the throws of ecstasy. It certainly had an effect on his riveted audience.

Even the bartender, who had stopped his work to watch, gave a shudder.

"God, how does he do that?" he muttered, almost in complaint, before shaking his head to try and clear it before continuing to clean the glass in his hand.

Sendoh continued to watch the stage curiously.

A second dancer had come up alongside the popular Yukari and seized his hips. Now he was miming quite lewdly the act of trusting into him from behind. Yukari had bent himself forward, keeping his body sideways to the audience to make the most of the sensuous curl of his back, gripping the metal pole with two hands, almost pressing his face to it, casting hooded and wanton eyes over the men nearby. Everything about him was raw seduction.

But it was his eyes that drew Sendoh's attention the most. They were black. Pitch black like the night. Not a single suggestion of colour they seemed to draw you in, suck you deeper, promise you everything.

Black like sin.

After a few more moments of silent observation, Sendoh turned back to the bartender and asked to settle his tab.

"No interest?" the barman queried.

"No interest" Sendoh replied firmly.

"Shame" the man said as he took his money "You're quite a cute one yourself."

~tbc

My newest Senru multi-chapter fic ^.^ Hope you will enjoy it. I intend to make it shorter and less wordy than R+J. Testing out a different style of writing, as it were.

Thanks for your interest! *mwah!*