Every workforce needs to celebrate what it does. There are expos, conventions, award shows, galas, and balls. And the only way to celebrate the working men of porn and rent, is the most latter (read: balls). And so we have Hustlaball.
From the stories I had heard of the party, and my friends who seem to float around those parties, it was a decently naughty soiree, where nudity was encouraged. So instantly I was attracted to it. Going around midnight, my friend and I weren't too disappointed by the crowd gathering to get in. But it wasn't the crowd I was looking at. It was the boy (behind the fantastic drag queen, mind you) that was going down the will call list. And apparently, I wasn't alone in the soft-light dream sequence. When he looked up my name, he gave me the pick up line, "Oh, ok, we have a new policy where you have to leave your phone number...if I want you to." Which I did. And he told me to wait for him to get off at some point.
So, I knew I was going to stay for a long, long time at this party. Yet my new found love wouldn't stop me from having naked fun.
We got in and the crowds were crowding about like a crowd would. And that seemed to be about that. At midnight, the party hadn't really set off. So I decided to use my powers of nudity to try and sway people to do the right thing. There wasn't a lot of nudity to be had at the party like I had thought, but things eventually started to pick up (and go down....on me).
I ran to see my beau a few times, and he wasn't too intimidated by me and my nakedness. And then, while the party was mostly just all right, things got interesting.
Remember how I said I like to get naked and all these wonderous, joyful things happen? Yeah, sometimes things backfire. And backfire, LITERALLY.
In the back of the club, unbeknowst to most, someone decided to smoke and put their cigarette in the trash. Smart. And thusly, in the back, a fire bagan. As I was cavorting and swinging my cock around, a bouncer came up to me, and not looking down, started to push me out telling everyone to get out of the club because of a fire. I managed to sneak around and stay in the club, and one of the performers gave me some extra underwear to save me from TOO much embarrassment and/or arrest from the group of police and firemen waiting outside the club.
So there I was. Outside, in my underwear, and other than the "special guests", the only one not in clothes. Worst of all, my man was nowhere in sight. When I felt everything was bleak, something happened. A crowd started gathering around the fire truck. And there in front of the trucks, the drag queen began to perform. It was hilariously memorable.
My love came around while people were allowed to go back in, and he stopped to tell me that I should go on without him, because this fire stuff was going to keep him too busy till the morning, and that I should call him soon. And after all that excitement, I was exhausted, so I grabbed my clothes and left.
And the next day, I called him, and there was another fire. *wink*
