shake you down; dex & olivier
Flashes of the night played over in his mind as Dex brought the cocktail glass in his hand to his lips. He had no expectations about the night when he had made the decision to show up to the very club he had found himself sitting at by himself. It had been months since he had gone out and actually let himself have some fun - and with other people at that, but never did he imagine the show he had encountered upon arrival. He knew it was something that happened, something that was common, but never did Dex let himself indulge in the lifestyle, see it for himself. It was different from anything he was used to. But that didnât stop him from wanting more. Dex kept his gaze remained fixated on the door that led backstage, eyes examining everyone that emerged from the back. He remained patient, however, awaiting his chance to make a move. Although It didnât take long. And once his eyes had laid on the familiar face, Dex was in motion. He was on his feet in seconds, starting towards his target. âExcuse me,â He smiled, trying to get the otherâs attention. âHi, are you free? Do you fancy having a drink with me? On me.â
Being onstage was always an exhilarating time for Olivier. Everything from the flash of the lights to the beat of the music had him eager to perform, and tonight was no different. Heâd wound his way through the crowd, dancing to his set and coming close to picking some very unexpected viewers to be part of his show when he spotted one heâd recognised. Immediately, Olivier had strutted over to the boy and slid down into his lap, doing a quick few moves before he was off and about again. It was no surprise to him now that he was slightly de-dragged and ready to enjoy his evening that the boy was now waiting around for him to notice. Olivier had removed the wig and toned down some of the gaudy makeup that heâd worn onstage, but still kept the theme alive, choosing to maintain the feminine clothing with a short dress and a comfortable pair of heels. âOh hello darling,â he said with a cheerful smile once heâd noticed he was being talked to. âDid you enjoy the show?â His smile shifted at the offer of a drink, and Olivier found himself chuckling slightly. âA drink on you, love? Sure, Iâll take that. I could use one anyway.â
















