In our previous episode, Max and his friends decided to paint the town red by going to Club Shilling, a hot new joint in Nairobi that doubles up as a strip joint, where he bumped into the most unexpected of people, DJ Imani, making what was initially perceived as an unseeming connection.
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Max' heart was pacing and if his skin were translucent, you'd be able to see a bright glow of red not just on his cheeks, but running down his throat to the center of the depths below. There's no way that hunk just winked at me.
As if to reaffirm that it really did happen, he shyly looked back in the general direction of the DJ booth and dancefloor, not towards the gyrating derrieres of the mixed gender performers, as was mostly everyone else in the club, but at the disc jockey. As if on queue, their eyes locked again and Imani revealed his perfect denture, raised his thumb up and winked again.
And boy didn't that wrap it up for his gaydar. By this time the rather gossipy Mwendo had spotted how entranced Max was and leaned into him, whispering, 'Which kuchu is that who's got your saliva dripping all over the floor, honey.'
'What...' he snapped out of the daze he'd unknowingly slipped into. Even over the loud music he heard Mwendo's question as clear as crystal. He raised his hand and leaned over back to him and firmly said,
'First of all, what did we say about using the offensive term? Secondly, relax you're pretty little head. This juice will be given later when I don't feel like any wrong move will rip my vocals apart.'
Mwendo gave a 'meow' gesture and went back to sipping on his Long Island Iced Tea as Max gave a knowing smile.
The crowd was really revved up, and the two men on stage ripped off their t-shirts, revealing deliciously shaped and crafted torsos. The darker of the two was slightly more chiselled, a spectacle that made Jeremy lick his lips and make it his sole intention to grab the dancer's attention. He had that tendency of identifying 'straight' men and picking them up wherever he could.
- Jeremy's point of view -
It seems Max is gonna get some action tonight, I might as well sink my claws into this juicy stud. Jeremy was fixated on the darker of the male dancers, as his gaze shifted away from the exchange he'd witnessed between his best friend and the cute DJ.
Jeremy considered himself never the initiator of any sort of pursuit - he liked to play along and tease the objects of his attention but never be the one to go ahead and make the first move. On rare occasion, however, and especially when under the influence of alcohol, he let his inhibitions loose and would do almost anything to get the guy he wanted.
He had a slightly lighter complexion than most, wore clear contact lenses because he claimed spectacles hid the beauty of his eyes from the world, and the scruffy goatee he possessed made him quite an eligible single guy. Never mind his narcissistic tendencies of using and over-using Snapchat and Instagram, or the fact that he loved to flirt. Deep down he was just another really nice guy who was extremely hurt by a player in the past, and let's just say he learned his lesson well and guarded his heart with his life. Why was it that the world tended to often try and transform such nice guys into something else?
The male stripper spread his legs wide as his strong biceps propelled his lower body up and over his head, against the stripper pole, propelling him higher towards the rooftop of the club as everyone marvelled at the show and the acrobatics. If this was proof of any sexual prowess, he'd definitely want to find out.
Jeremy caught the eye of the chiseled dancer again, well they were both chiseled, but this darker one was very special, as he came back down to earth from the heavens above. There was definitely a wry smile on his part as he took in the vision before him as well. He instinctively licked his lips and glanced away at some ladies who were seated to the left of Jeremy and his company, lest anyone caught on that he'd identified a guy.
Maina was his name, a 25 year old who hailed from the Central Kenya highlands and left his parents and sister behind for the big and scary city, to pursue his dreams of a modelling career, but surprisingly ended up at such a dance club, in order to make ends meet and take himself through school at the International University in Nairobi. Add the fact that he liked boys, to his already complicated life.
There was no way Maina was going to risk a public spectacle in the middle of his routine in order to get this cute guy's number, so he would just have to let fate decide. He finished the number as DJ Imani closed their segment with a familiar tune, with the lights fading out into a blue haze as his fellow dancer and he exited the stage to resounding cat calls and whistles from the ladies in the crowd.
About forty five minutes after, the four friends were on the dance floor shaking along to Sauti Sol's 'Shake Your Bam Bam' with Mwendo being his rather risque self. Mercy was thoroughly enjoying herself, quite comfortable hanging out with guys who had no sexually ulterior motives other than having a good time but both Max and Jeremy were often cautious that Mwendo wouldn't out them. He had a chunkier build than the both of them, with a large ass that drew a lot of attention from both quarters, and his effeminate mannerisms did give them a few blushes here and there.
'I'll be right back. Take over wwatching our stuff over there, will you?' Jeremy whispered into Max's ear as he held his shoulder briefly then went towards the bar area. He'd spotted the dancer there, buying a drink, wearing a very revealing tight white shirt, emblazoned 'Club Shilling' over some fitting jeans that accentuated a firm frame.
Jeremy went closer to him, brushing shoulders as he also pretended to order something from the bar, then he turned towards him, 'oh, sorry about that, I thought you were done.'
'Sorry, what did you say?' the dancer asked, over the loud music.
'I said, I'm sorry I overstepped you, I thought you'd finished making your order!'
'Ah, no worries. It's pretty loud here!' Maina replied perfunctorily, then went in for the kill, 'why don't you get your drink and we can over there for a short chat,' pointing in the direction of the balcony area.
Jeremy almost choked. He hadn't expected things to escalate this quickly. He obliged and ordered another drink, even though he left his by the rest of the gang, and he followed behind Maina, trying not to look at his tight butt as they headed towards the balcony.
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