Tristan (Intro)
This story contains some strong language, a little sexual content and homosexual views.
This particular story was written as an intro to my character Tristan and to see how many people would like to read more stories about him. If I get good reviews I plan on writing more detailed stories with my skunk that involve a lot more yiff, since that is the main reason people read these tales. Tristan is my personal character, I've played him for years, have payed to for pictures done of him and I will not consent to letting others use him or his likeness; if you can read and write, make your own character. Don't steal mine. Copyright Tristan a.k.a Skunk Stud.
When you're 19, any source of income is welcomed. Whether or not you like your job doesn't really matter. But, I don't have that problem. I have the perfect job: I get lots of exercise, get to meet a wide range of people and the pay is mostly tax free. Being one of the biggest attractions, the owner lets me have one of the rooms upstairs and I'm allowed to furnish it how I see fit as long as I pay for it. Heh, I shelled out quite a bit of money to indulge my wants and needs. Mirror tiles over my king size bed. Crushed royal purple velvet comforter over imported silk sheets that cover said bed. Big screen Tv, DVD/VHS player, surround sound stereo; the works. I was lucky enough to get the room with the huge bathroom. A walk-in glass shower big enough for three guys to fit comfortably..I would know. A sunk-in tub that doubles as a jacuzzi. And of course a solid white marble toilet and matching sink. Shit, just the bathroom set me back about a year and a half's worth of tips. But it is all worth it. A skunk needs someplace special to take those guests that are willing to pay for it..
Davie Jones's Locker is the club where I work and Mr. Jones's is the owner(of course) and my landlord. DJL started out as a male strip club for the ladies but as more guys flooded the bar the ladies went else where so Mr. Jones converted the place to a gay joint. He's straight himself but money is money. The establishment is built on two levels: the bar and the Pit. The bar is at street level and after a short hallway wallpapered with male "attraction" posters the patrons empty into the bar area. High polished mahogany with a glass counter, the bar is the main spot to gather other than the Pit. It can seat roughly fifty, more if the guys double on a stool. The Pit is where everyone's focus is at though. After descending a short flight of stairs, the costumers arrive in the dimly lit shallow. Tables with flickering candles dot around the raised dance floor, giving each patron a good view of the stage. But the leather couches, love seats and chairs are the places to be. These are right by the stage, so close the patrons can smell the scent of the performers and vise-versa. The leather seating is usually reserved for the high paying costumers or for the birthday boys.
The employees of Mr. Jones are quite the content bunch. The ones that work the floor are normally tipped very well and don't mind getting minimum wage for tax purposes. These guys are the stereotypical no-brains-and-all-muscle type. The looks pretty in nothing but thongs and bow ties but don't have the skills to be stage dancers. They strut around with drink orders, act as eye candy or hang on the arm of a lonely visitor for a bit. Muscle bound wolves, tigers, lions, foxes and rabbits inhabit these jobs as well as the position of janitor. I've taken to bed many of these studs and they never leave me disappointed. Murr..just thinking about Terry, one of the tigers, and the fat tool between his legs makes my sheath stir..heh but not now, I haven't the time. Maybe after the show.
The men work the floor but the boys work the audience. We are the whole reason there are people in DJL and money in the owner's pocket. We have bunnies, instead of rabbits, pups instead of wolves and kittens instead of tigers filling our ranks, but I'm the only mephit in the entire joint, maybe that is why I draw such a crowd. I love being around these guys though. We have so much fun in the dressing room, fondles, gropes, smacks to the ass. It all helps to get us worked up for a show. Playing like that is great but just thinking about the guys in the Pit fawning over me gets blood flowing to all the right places. What can I say? I'm a conceited lil'skunk. I'm hot shit and I know it. I spend hours on my fur when I get up in the morning, meticulously preening and grooming the jet black velvet. I keep my nails just long enough to be felt by my partners while I grip their hips, or shoulders depending on my position. The two chalk white stripes that run down my back and through my tail are the only color on my body other than my pale blue eyes. I've spent countless hours looking at myself in the mirrors over my bed. Sometimes I'll lay on my stomach, head cocked around to see what I look like from behind. Murr but I love laying naked on my back, blanket like tail used as a pillow while I watch myself run my paws over my body. I can't help it. All these guys pay good money to see me preform and even more to spend one night fucking me like there was no tomorrow; one can't help but to have an inflated ego. Hell..I'm hard now. Not something I want to be before going out on stage; it takes all the fun out the performance. Ah well, might as well give you a quick bio while I wait for my pride to calm down.
Hmm..my name is Tristan, I'm 19 and a skunk, like I'm sure I mentioned. I have been in the male entertainment business for the past two years but only started stripping when I turned 18. I was a dressing room assistant when I was 17, you know, picking up the dirty thongs and outfits and getting them clean, crap like that. Mr. Jones was kind enough to give me a room while I worked for him and the strippers taught me the traded while I helped out. Mmm, 17 was a good age for me; got almost as much cock as I do now; everyone wanted the young skunk. Oh, it finally calmed down enough not to tent my thong, time to start the show. I'm a cowboy tonight. I know the crowd is going to love these clothes, the tan leather chaps show off all the right areas and I think the hat really adds to the look. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention I'm also a huge tease?
The End