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CHAPTER 7 - CANDY SHOP MAKES YOU LOSE CONTROL


OPERA MANSION - SUNDAY MID-MORNING


DAPH


If he nibbles his nail anymore, he’s going to get down to his knuckle! He’s been antsy ever since he got in the car and has not said a word...I do not do well with silence!


“So, how was it?”


“What?! We didn’t do anything!”


“Wow! Hysterical much?” I tease him, but then pause and look at him. “Justy?”


“I was shaking, literally shaking...trying not to, I was trying not to so hard!”


“Trying not to what?”


“Hear music.” He sighs. “I heard music when we danced.”


“Uh yeah, Donna Summer I believe it was…”


“I heard music inside. And another thing, Daphne. I hate that I like him.”


“You hate that you...wait, what?”


“He makes me skittish and I don’t like being skittish.” He continues. “He discombobulates me and I don’t get it. We’re totally opposite in every way, and yet we're totally in sync.  I feel like I’ve known him forever, but I know nothing about him. Yet, I feel I know him.  But, Daph, I’m afraid….”


“Afraid of what?”


“That he doesn’t like me.” He sighs. “That he believes that I’m everything he thinks I am when we row.”


“Justy. Oh god, Justy! You’re in love!”


“No, I’m not! I’m going to bed! I mean to get changed!” He declares and stomps towards the stairs.


“Denial is not just a river in Africa!” I yell after him.


“That doesn't make sense! The Nile is…”


“You have been working too hard. Pull your head out of your ass and listen to me! You are in love! You...hang on!” I hold up my hand as my phone beeps and my eyes widen as I read it.


“Daph, you okay?”


“He couldn’t sleep.”


“Why is he texting you that?” He frowns.


“No, he’s saying he’s grumpy because he couldn’t sleep.” I repeat and again, he doesn't get it and I want to shake him. “He couldn’t sleep because you didn’t play.”


“What?” He whispers going a sweet shade of candy pink.


“Next time you guys are home that late put the CD on and then go to bed!”


“The CD?”


“Yeah, it seems he can tell the difference between you playing live and not.”


“I…”


“Are going to get changed! We have a pole dancing class to get to!”


BRITIN


BRIAN


All I could smell was his muskiness mixed with Beam. It was intoxicating. Instead of pushing him away from me, I kept thinking of my mother fucking her priest and that kept Kinney Not-so Jnr under control. I had been watching him dance all night, and the flashes of skin made my heart...I mean cock...twitch. When the music finished, I waited for him to step back and he did so but so slowly. And when his hand slipped from mine...oh fuck off, Kinney, don’t do this to yourself! Don’t do this to yourself!


I get my stuff ready and decide that my bike is a better idea.


THRUHELL4HEAVEN STUDIOS - EARLY AFTERNOON


CHYNA


I could’ve happily bagged off this class if, for once, someone had cancelled. But not one of the bastards did. So I am in a vicious and evil mood! But they are lucky it is raining because my vicious and evil mood would’ve had this class outside!


As they come in, all of them on time...such a shame. I note that Brian and Justin are studiously avoiding each other. Well, we’ll soon fix that!


“Good afternoon. So today it will be the pole dancing class and, as mentioned, the losing side, which was the Ass Team, has to go and change into their outfits. No, I did not forget but a little tip...you will need to keep your underwear on. These pants are not that forgiving, and for those of you who are gifted, it saves embarrassment.”


“Thanks for the heads up.” Michael smirks.


“Wake up, Michael, you’re talking in your sleep!” I snap, and he glares at me. “Want to make yourself real popular and fail at the plank for a minute thus ensuring that everyone has to do it for 3 minutes?”


“No.” He pouts.


“Then shut up and go get changed. You lost this bet, through arrogance and the malice of no thought, though you thinking in any capacity could also be considered a danger to others. In return, I get your money, plus yours and your friends asses, which I intend to work until you can bounce a quarter off it!”


We wait for them to get changed and the anticipation is killing us. But it’s worth it as Ems, Daph, Ted and I watch Brian’s reaction to Justin. Apart from the widened eyes, drooling and tenting, he’s not feeling him at all!


“Okay this class is called Control the Pole to Candy Shop. So I am going to put you in pairs. First off…” By the time I have finished, David has Michael, Drew...who suddenly turned up is opposite Emmett, Daph is teamed with Campbell and oh how strange, Brian is teamed with Justin. “...now the Cocks are the poles. You have to think up a dance routine by the end of the class, but because I am feeling magnanimous, I will give you a few tips.” I walk over to the player and crank up Don’t Cha by the Pussycat Dolls. Then I stride to the middle of the studio...and proceed to belly roll, hip flip, twerk, stomp and slide to the song. By the time we get to the 3rd chorus, Brian and Daph have joined me in perfect sync.


JUSTIN


How the hell is he moving like that?! He’s over 6 feet! A 6 foot tall person is not supposed to move his hips like that unless he’s fucking...and oh Christ, not now!


“You know what darling…” Emmett says coming to stand next to me. “...I’ve decided that this guy would be horrendous to get a blowjob from. What do you think?



“Holy mother of fuck! He would have to take out, never mind, cover his teeth!” I almost barf and then realise what he has done. “Thanks.” I whisper.


“Anytime, sweetie.” He whispers back.


“Right, people!” Chyna brings us back to the matter of hand. “I want you to watch me carefully because I have changed my mind. No Cock poles.” There are foolish sighs of relief. “Instead, you are going to be doing tandem pole dancing. By the end of the class, you will need to have perfected and I mean perfected the following positions. Drew, if you please, first the double stargazer…”




“Box splits. You don’t have to go completely flat…”



“Double cross ankle release…”



“And finally the standing hand seat…”



“Are you kidding me?!” Campbell gasps. “Nah man, this bruv ain’t doing that!”


“This sista has the ear of your trainer...those thighs are looking a little flabby…”


“Flabby?!” He puts his hands on his hips in indignation.


“Uh huh and I do believe squat jumps with a 50 kilo weight will tone them up real quick like…”


“50 kilos?” Campbell goes as white as I have ever seen a Black man go.


“From the ground straight up. One squat per kilo…”


“At least, I get to do that with Daphne. That’s something.” He mutters as he goes back to where he was standing.


“Right, now that we are all on the same page, we shall begin with warm up exercises, in teams.”


Warm up exercises she says! Yeah, if you were warming up in hell! As well as the plank...thank you so much Michael...we did lunges, squat jumps with 10 kilo weights...seriously why did I book her knowing her reputation...crunches, running on the spot, bicycle kicks and our absolute favourite, rope exercises! That being said, I did feel exhilarated by the end of it.


“Okay get into your pairs. Drew, if you could for a sec…” Drew stands in front of her and then puts his hand round her waist. “...now, do not try to be smart and flick yourself straight back because you will hurt yourself. Now Cocks, make sure you have a firm grip around the waist and Asses slowly bend backwards until you can go no further. I have been doing this for years and I also do yoga...but at the end of the three months, you are aiming for something like this.”


I swallow hard as she slowly bends herself down to the floor. There are murmurs and impressed whistling as she slowly gets into position, then Drew steps back and she holds it without a tremble.



And then with the elegance and grace of a swan, she gets herself into a handstand before returning to her feet.


“So let us begin…”


BRIAN


I hate her! I really hate her! How the hell am I supposed to keep calm when he’s going to be bending backwards wearing that?!


“Did you see where he put his hands?” He asks, his eyes glued to the floor.


“Small of the back, right about here.” I put my hand there and finally, he looks up at me and I decide to concentrate on his mouth...his perfectly candy coloured mouth. “Now you start to bend backwards, slowly don’t…” All conversation stops as he bends back and the top slithers towards his neck, baring his stomach and chest...and his perfectly pink nipples.


“How does that look?” He calls up.


Are you fucking with me right now?!


MICHAEL


I look across at Flaky Fairy when he asked Brian how he looked. “Like a show off!” I mutter and David nods in agreement. “Shall we show them how it’s really done? Unlike some…” I raise my voice. “...I don’t have to draw attention to myself.”


“Michael, I’m letting the irony of that remark go!” Chyna sneers. “You need to look carefully at what Justin is doing with his foot! In fact, what everyone apart from you, is doing with their foot. You need to anchor yourself, so you have stability.”


“I don’t need stability, when I have natural talent and David.” I assert and David nods.


“Yes but, the stability means that if you…”


I roll my eyes at her lecturing and flip myself back. The last thing I hear after my head connects hard with the floor is someone calling for an ambulance.


CHYNA - AN HOUR LATER


Everyone is working hard with their positioning, and then I have an idea, but need to speak to Vic and Emmett first. Speaking of Emmett, he’s a lot stronger than I thought because he is taking the role of supporter in this. I knew that Drew was flexible, but I do believe he’s found his top.


I look across at an awkward looking Campbell and Daphne. Campbell, like Drew, is out and proud...but he’s out and proud with a boyfriend, who he is deeply in love with! “Campbell, will you relax! This is not cheating. You are exercising!”


“But she’s a girl with girlie bits near my manly bits!” He kvetches.


“Is anything happening with your manly bits?”


“No god, no!” He shudders.


“Less revulsion please!” Daphne bitches.


“Sorry. Okay it’s just exercise, just exercise!”


Soon the atmosphere in the studio is much more relaxed, with the odd giggle and grunt. Yeah, this idea is going to work!


Four hours later, I am shutting up shop and telling Emmett that the group needs to come together.


“Oh fucking hell!” Daphne exclaims. “Does anyone know how far away Mickerhop Inc is from here?”


“An hour...wait you have Mickerhop as a client?” Brian looks impressed. “That’s me sold. You have to sign with me! I do their advertising!”


“Okay, okay! But right now, their server has crashed and I need to get there to sort shit out. I need the keys, Justin.”


“How am I supposed to get home?” He grumbles as he hands them over.


“As long as you stick to the back roads, you should be fine.” I tell him.


“I am not walking back from here! It’s going to take me ages!” He complains.


“Uh Justin, I think she means that you could ask your friendly neighbourhood millionaire to give you a lift.”


“Oh.”


“This is where you ask him.” Daphne prompts.


“I don’t know the back roads that well so…”


“It’s okay. I can take a taxi.” Justin interrupts.


“Chyna, could you draw me a map or something?” Brian finishes with a glower in Justin’s direction.


“That helmet come with a mike?” He nods and within ten minutes, I have recorded directions back to their houses and watch them take off, with Justin holding himself as far away from Brian as he can!


“So, Woody’s?” I turn to Daph and she has the grace to blush.


“How did you know?” She giggles.


“Your phone didn’t flash.” I grin at her.


“He’s not the most tech savvy of people.” She snorts as we climb into the car.


BACKROADS TOWARDS BRITIN AND OPERA MANSIONS


JUSTIN


I am jolted somewhat forward, but pull myself back again and then I’m surprised as we pull over and he takes off his helmet. “Look, if you want to walk, just walk! But I am not going anywhere until you move forward and hold on tight, for your own fucking safety. Got it?!” I just nod and slide forward. When I wrap my arms around him, he puts the helmet back on but before we turn off into the backroads, I give a slightly indignant squeak as he reaches behind and pulls me closer!


Oh fuck, not good! Not good!


Twenty minutes later, we are riding through the most beautiful forest I have ever seen. The smell of pine and earth assail my senses. Those combined with the leather of his jacket is really too good! I lift my head in the vain hope that I can recognise anything so I can walk, but of course not!


Five minutes later, we stop and he takes off his helmet. “Look at that!” He declares and points in front of him.



“Oh my god, that is beautiful!” I scramble off the bike and start to make my way to the water’s edge. “Fuck!”


“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He asks, hurrying down to join me.


“No, my battery’s flat and I wanted to take a picture!” I grumble.


“For crying out loud, must you be so melodramatic?!”


“I was not being melodramatic! You jumped to conclusions and…” I stop talking as he has taken a handful of water and thrown it in my face! “What the fucking hell did you do that for?!”


“You were getting a little hot headed, so I decided to cool you off!” He retorts. “Come on, let’s get your princely ass home!”


I glare at him and wipe the water off my face, then stomp back to his bike.


“You still seem to be a little hot.” Brian says with a smirk. “Do I need to do it again?”


I ignore him and slide back on to the seat, then look out at the beautiful scenery once more, but my pride won’t allow me to ask him to take a picture. “It sure is beautiful.” I whisper and shuffle back a bit to let him him get on and when he does, I am surprised that he is facing me.


“Yeah, it is.” I hear him say, and suddenly his hands are on my face. He starts to lower his head.


“No tongues.” I murmur. He nods and as his mouth connects, he drops his hands. The kiss is soft and exploratory... too soft, too exploratory. I tug on his hair. “Is the no tongues thing working for you?”


“No.”


“Me neither.” I tell him and deepen the kiss, tentatively exploring his mouth. His response is surprising; he lets me take control. What my tongue does, he replicates but other than his mouth and tongue, he’s not not touching me.


I pull back and look at him. “Why aren’t you touching me? Am I that repulsive?!”


He doesn’t say anything so I get off the bike, my face burning with humiliation. “I think it would be best if one of us drops out of class. And since…”


“It hurts too much. I laid my heart open and it hurt too much when it got stomped on. Not even Cynthia knows all of it and she’s my best friend. I can’t and won’t put myself in the position of pain again; it just hurts too much.”


I stop stomping away and turn around. “Well at least you’ve opened your heart. I’ve not even done that! At least, you got to feel something!”

 

“You still want that lift home?” He asks quietly and with a small nod, I walk back and climb back on. This time, he doesn’t have to pull me closer.

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