Flash Dance

Flash Dance Marteeka Karland All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2006 Marteeka Karland

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I’d like to dedicate this book to Willa Okati. Without her inspiration, Flash Dance would never have been born. Thanks for the pointers, Willa!

Chapter 1 Mason Stone sipped the Stellar Sunburst in front of him while watching the man on stage. This strip club was a favorite of his, but because of a mechanical failure on board his ship, it had been almost two months since he’d been here last. Now that he was back at Outpost 69, he could sit back and enjoy the luxuries of being planetside. Besides, 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 onstage 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.

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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 and 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.

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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 the 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 backstage? 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.

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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.

Chapter 2 Another bouncer stood at the curtained-off area designated as “employees only.” Mason handed the man a thousand-dollar credit chit. He wasn’t surprised the big guard let him by. Inside, there were several men readying themselves for the stage, while several more cleaned up from their trip down the runway. The smell of sweat and cologne was almost overpowering in the large room, and Mason scanned the place for Sean, hoping he wouldn’t have to stay long. He was just about to start barging into private dressing rooms when he saw the flicker of gold and black in his peripheral vision and turned to find Sean saying something to another man across the hall. He didn’t see Mason as he ended his conversation. Mason didn’t wait to see if he could get an invitation; he simply turned and headed in Sean’s direction, but the younger man had disappeared behind a closed door. Debating all of about two seconds what to do, Mason reached out and turned the knob. It wasn’t locked. Entering the small room, Mason immediately saw the folding screen Sean probably used for changing his wardrobe. That thought was confirmed when a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt were slung haphazardly to dangle on top of the privacy screen. Mason took the five steps toward where Sean was obscured behind the structure and waited until he saw that damned sexy gold and black G-string flung over the partition. Then he made his move.

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It took only another three steps to take him behind the screen and, as luck would have it, Sean stood with his back to him, his arms above his head as he stretched the kinks out of his shoulders. Not saying a word, Mason grabbed Sean’s wrists, bringing them down and in front of Sean. Mason must have caught him by surprise, because it took Sean a couple of seconds to react. By then, Mason had a firm grip on him and when Sean struggled, Mason pushed him against the nearby wall, trapping his hands in front of him. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you since you first saw me tonight,” Mason growled into Sean’s ear, “and by God, you’re going to get it.” “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Sean’s surprise was evident, but the man didn’t cow easily. “Taking what I want.” Mason thrust his hips, his cock through his jeans fitting nicely between the cheeks of Sean’s ass. “Now, shut up and suck my cock.” Mason didn’t give him time to answer. Before the words were out of his mouth, he was pulling Sean away from the wall by his hair and shoving him to his knees. Sean didn’t hesitate a moment. Unzipping Mason’s fly and opening his mouth, he took Mason’s long, thick girth in his mouth and down his throat. Mason groaned. Goddamn, that felt good! He’d imagined this since the first time he’d seen Sean in this damned bar. Mason couldn’t remember the last time anyone had deep-throated him this well. Most men -- or women -- he’d come across simply couldn’t do it for any length of time, but this man sucked like a pro. The feel of Sean’s lips moving vigorously and eagerly over his swollen flesh was ecstasy. Cupping Mason’s sac in his hands Sean massaged as he sucked, pulling and tweaking in just the right spots and just the right moments. It was shaping up to be the best blowjob Mason had ever had. Sean nipped gently before taking Mason’s cock fully into his mouth once again. Saliva dripped down his chin onto his chest as he worked Mason’s cock deeply down his throat. Mason couldn’t help but admire the younger man’s enthusiasm. The kid obviously loved to suck dick.

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Sean reached for a drawer on the nearby make-up table, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Never taking Mason’s cock from his mouth, he flipped open the top and squeezed a dollop onto two of his fingers. Mason held his breath. Reaching between Mason’s legs, Sean slid one finger into his ass. With gentle but firm pressure, he worked Mason as he sucked his dick with long, wet strokes. His lips slid easily and firmly over Mason. Allowing Sean to continue for a few more minutes, Mason savored the feel of his mouth, lips, and teeth. It was even better than he’d hoped. Finally, when he knew he’d explode if he didn’t make Sean stop, Mason pulled Sean to his feet. “You love the taste of my dick, don’t you, you little cock tease?” There was that grin again. “Yeah, and you love me being a cock tease. I think it gets you off.” “Fuckin’ A! Now bend over.” Sean leaned over and braced himself on the dressing table. Both men had an excellent view of the other from both the tall, full-length mirror behind them and the vanity itself. Forearms crossed at the wrists, Sean looked over his shoulder as he wiggled his ass. “You want this tight piece of ass?” “Damn straight! I’m gonna fuck you until you scream.” “Bring it on. I’d love to have that long hunk of meat shoved up my butt.” Sean winked at him then. “But remember, turnabout’s fair play. I have my own ideas.” Mason grunted, already squirting a generous amount of lube onto two fingers. Looking at the shapely rear in front of him, he was shaking with anticipation. As much as he wanted to simply plunge in, he wanted to savor this moment. In a move that surprised even himself, Mason squatted behind Sean and parted his finely muscled cheeks and stuffed his face in between. Sean shouted in surprise as Mason’s tongue stabbed into his ass. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t get past the sphincter; the

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sensation and the act itself were more of a turn on for both men than the actual penetration. “Ah! Oh, yeah! Eat my ass, you pervert!” Sean’s muscles were locked with the strain of pleasure. His head was thrown back and the expression on his face when he looked over his shoulder and down at Mason was strained in pleasure. Mason thought Sean might come at any moment. Reaching between Sean’s legs, Mason used the hand with the lube to grasp his cock firmly. He slid his fingers up and down the hard, slick shaft as he tongued Sean. Sweat popped out over the younger man’s body, and Mason growled his satisfaction. “That got you really hot, didn’t it?” “Damn straight!” Sean answered without hesitation. “Are you gonna fuck my ass or eat it all day?” Giving Sean a hard smack on the behind, Mason reached for the lube again. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy, you little tease.” Loving the sound of flesh against flesh, Mason smacked Sean’s ass again, harder this time. Then again. And again. Sean grunted with each swat as the taut skin, slick with the lube still on Mason’s hand, pinkened to a beautiful blush. Unable to wait a moment longer, Mason squeezed the tube again before plunging two fingers up Sean’s ass. Sean shouted and pushed out against his hand, allowing for easier entry. Mason fucked his ass that way for a few moments before slipping his fingers out until only the first joint was still inside him. Holding Sean’s ass open with those two fingers, Mason gripped the plastic flip cap of the lube with his teeth and tore it off before stuffing the tip of it inside Sean and squeezing. Mason then inserted three fingers into the now extremely slick opening, working the lube farther inside Sean. Finally standing, Mason dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. Ripping open the packet, he slipped the latex onto his cock, and squeezed the tube one last time, this time coating his own sheathed cock with the slippery substance. Without

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so much as a pause, Mason plunged into Sean’s ass until his balls bounced against Sean’s. Both men groaned and shouted with the pleasure. Allowing both of them to become accustomed to the sensations, Mason paused there a moment. His fingers flexed and relaxed, gripping Sean’s lean hips. “Is this what you want?” Mason’s voice was gravelly and hoarse. “Well, you’ve got it.” He pulled out of Sean about halfway before plunging in again, harder this time. After about four strokes, Mason settled into a hard, steady rhythm. Thrust after thrust, he took pleasure from Sean’s body and sweat slickened their bodies so tiny droplets sprayed out around them every time they made contact. Sean met Mason’s groin with a thrust of his own, encouraging Mason with his lusty grunts and words. “Harder, you bastard!” Sean gritted out. “Fuck me harder!” Mason slammed into him one more time before hooking a hand under one of Sean’s thighs and urging it up so that his knee rested on the counter. With better access, Mason pounded Sean again, this time with very rapid thrusts, only pulling out a short way before he forced his cock back inside once again. Their balls knocked against each other in the most erotic pleasure-pain imaginable. Unable to take much more, Mason grabbed Sean’s hips one more time and pounded hard and deep until his balls tightened and his dick swelled. After two more hard thrusts, Mason’s orgasm threatened to buckle his knees. He shouted and groaned none too softly. “Fucking hell!” “That’s it. Come in my ass!” Sean was still moving against him as the last of his orgasm faded. Mason held himself tightly against Sean for a few moments longer before pulling his spent member from his ass and discarding the condom. When he turned around, the sight of Sean leaning against the vanity table stroking himself greeted him. Sean didn’t say anything as he reached for the condom he

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rolled over his dick, but motioned for Mason to take a seat in the chair in front of the dresser. Mason hesitated, but took his place on the chair. His big, muscular frame filled the small chair, but he managed to hook his legs over the arms and lay there, exposed to Sean’s stare. Mason reached next to him for the tube of lubricant and squirted a glob into his hand. When Sean reached him, Mason smeared the slippery fluid all over the younger man’s sheathed cock. Sean’s thick shaft jumped with Mason’s ministrations, and Mason grinned. “A little anxious?” “Damn straight,” Sean replied. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” “Then get to it, pretty boy, before I change my mind.” Sean stroked himself once, coating his fingers with lube before inserting two of them in Mason’s ass. Amazingly, Mason’s cock began to stir once more. “I think you like the thought of getting your ass fucked.” When Mason opened his mouth to tell the smart mouthed kid he was so full of shit, Sean cut him off. “Don’t bother denying it, you old queen. Your dick is getting hard. I bet I can even make you come again.” “Just shut up and stick my ass if you’re going to. If not, I’m leaving.” He grinned then. “I got the piece I came for.” “You’re such a bastard.” Sean chuckled as he squatted and positioned himself at Mason’s entrance. Using shallow, slow strokes, Sean worked himself all the way into Mason’s ass. All the while, Mason groaned and arched himself against Sean as his dick got rock hard. Once Sean was settled with his pelvis in full contact with Mason’s flesh, he repositioned his legs so they were under him a little more for balance and started thrusting in earnest. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh filled the room once again and Mason let it wash over him and gave in fully to the sexual stimulation.

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Sean grabbed Mason’s dick and pumped in time with his own thrusts. Deciding to simply relax and enjoy, Mason put his hands behind his head and watched the muscles play across Sean’s chest and abs and arms. The sensations were almost overwhelming, and Mason knew it wouldn’t be long before he came again. Sean’s hips worked furiously, and his face flushed a bright red with his exertion. He was unable to keep up the rhythm on Mason’s cock, so Mason grasped Sean’s hand and guided him to the pace he liked. Sean began to moan quietly at first, then louder as his impending orgasm grew closer. By the time he was ready to come, Sean was panting and groaning so loudly, Mason feared someone would interrupt them just to find out what could possibly be so good that Sean wouldn’t even try to muffle his screams of pleasure. A few seconds later Sean’s muscles seized as he pushed himself as deeply into Mason’s ass as he could. Mason guided Sean’s hand more vigorously as the young man jerked him off, and it wasn’t long before thick jets of gooey cum sprayed Mason’s chest and abdomen. God damn that was good! Sean sat down on the floor, breathing heavily before finally flopping down to lay on his back. “Fuck!” “I second that.” Mason chuckled. “You may have to carry me out after that second one.” “I told you you’d like it if you ever tried it.” Mason laughed then. “Yes, you cocky little prick, you did. How long will I have to hear about that before you let it go?” “Only until you let me do it again.” Sean rose up on his elbows to look at Mason. “I’ll never understand why you’ll stuff yourself with that butt plug you got in that Gilgarie whore bar to masturbate, but always refused to let me fuck you.” “I’m the dominant.” Mason waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you to fuck my ass.” “Well,” Sean said as he got to his feet and stripped off the condom, “had I known all it would take was for you to fuck me here, I’d have let you a long time ago.” He

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threw Mason a towel to wipe dry the sweat before getting his own. “How was your trip?” Mason scrubbed his face with the towel before replying. “Long. Six weeks is too long to spend away from home.” “I agree. Why not set up your own transport station here? There’s more than enough business. I mean, this is the biggest transportation hub in the sector.” Sean gathered the towels and threw Mason’s clothes at him. “That way I wouldn’t have to see you for the first time in six weeks while I’m onstage.” He winked at Mason. “It’s rather distracting.” Mason snorted. “Yeah, well, you seemed to be having the time of your life out there.” “Only after I saw you and knew I’d actually be getting some after all the bumping and grinding.” “I don’t know.” Mason shook his head, teasing the young man. “It looked to me like that blonde woman might like to give you some. I think all you had to do was slip her your key and she’d have been there with bells on.” Sean threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, probably. She’s been here every day for two weeks now.” “Maybe we should explain things to her and see if she’d like to join us?” The gleam in Sean’s eye said all Mason needed to hear. Looked like Mason had a blonde bombshell to track down.

Marteeka Karland Marteeka makes her home in Kentucky with her brat husband and her darling son. (Or is that the other way around?) Family has always and always will be her passion in life. She works as an Emergency Room Technician and has for the past eight years. She has been writing for most of her life, but has only recently realized her potential when she found erotic romance. This genre opened up a whole new world of possibilities for Marteeka and she is thriving on the endless promise of what is to come. Science Fiction has been her favorite topic since she saw her first episode of Star Trek. Now she combines Sci-Fi with erotic romance and feels she has found her place in the writing world. Marteeka welcomes comments from her readers. You can contact her at [email protected].