R Nitelight
Her Rock
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- Sep 10, 2000
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The stage is dark and bare. The small club is packed, and the native are beginning to get a little restless. They were promised a show, and so far they've been bitterly disappointed.
All that is about to change.
Without warning, the stage lights up and pounding music starts to blare out of the powerful sound system. The crowd rises to its feet in anticipation.
Could it be? Could it be?
The Curtains tear open and a lone figure takes the stage.
It is! It is!
R Nitelight, in all his glory.
Nitelight is a vision in white. White jacket, white t-shirt, tight white pants that leave little to the imagination, and white shoes.
He strikes a pose, giving the audience a preview of what is to come.
Then he begins to dance......
He's a maniac, maniac on the floor......
No one can work a crowd into a frenzy like Nitelight! His tight little body oozes sexuality, driving everyone who sees him out of their minds with desire.
But this isn't a dance recital. It's a strip tease. And it's time for the show to start.
The jacket come off first. Nitelight seductively shrugs his shoulders and lets it slide off. Then, he twirls it around his head and carelessly flings it into the audience. It lands on Madame Pandora, temporarily blinding her, but she quickly removes it, not wanting to miss a thing.
Nitelight next struts his way down the catwalk, working it for all that he is worth. The shoes come off next. The right one goes flying into the crowd, striking KillerMuffin right between the eyes, rendering her unconscious. When the second shoe is in the air, the crowd knows enough to duck.
The audience is close enough to reach out and touch him at this point. Nitelight plays this to the hilt. Hands reach out, but somehow he manages to stay just out of reach, teasing the crowd, frustrating them. Making them want more.
That's when he takes his white t-shirt and literally rips it off his body.....
The audience roars as Nitelight stands there, bare chested, body glistening with sweat. But they still want more.
Nitelight continues to dance, turning his back to the audience, giving them a perfect view of his tight butt.
Then, he bends over and pulls on his pants. There are of the tear-away variety. The crowd gasps as Nitelight stands there in only a thong.
Nitelight takes two steps forward, preparing for his big finish, but he never makes it. The women of Literotica rush the stage, and Nitelight never knows what hits him. The thong is ripped away, and his mind goes blank as suddenly there are hands and mouths and pussies.....
The next few hours are a total blank. Dazed, Nitelight finds himself face down in an alley, totally nude, his lower body covered with teethmarks and lipstick stains. Only one thing is clear at this point.
He's damned glad he didn't take the Ravens.
All that is about to change.
Without warning, the stage lights up and pounding music starts to blare out of the powerful sound system. The crowd rises to its feet in anticipation.
Could it be? Could it be?
The Curtains tear open and a lone figure takes the stage.
It is! It is!
R Nitelight, in all his glory.
Nitelight is a vision in white. White jacket, white t-shirt, tight white pants that leave little to the imagination, and white shoes.
He strikes a pose, giving the audience a preview of what is to come.
Then he begins to dance......
He's a maniac, maniac on the floor......
No one can work a crowd into a frenzy like Nitelight! His tight little body oozes sexuality, driving everyone who sees him out of their minds with desire.
But this isn't a dance recital. It's a strip tease. And it's time for the show to start.
The jacket come off first. Nitelight seductively shrugs his shoulders and lets it slide off. Then, he twirls it around his head and carelessly flings it into the audience. It lands on Madame Pandora, temporarily blinding her, but she quickly removes it, not wanting to miss a thing.
Nitelight next struts his way down the catwalk, working it for all that he is worth. The shoes come off next. The right one goes flying into the crowd, striking KillerMuffin right between the eyes, rendering her unconscious. When the second shoe is in the air, the crowd knows enough to duck.
The audience is close enough to reach out and touch him at this point. Nitelight plays this to the hilt. Hands reach out, but somehow he manages to stay just out of reach, teasing the crowd, frustrating them. Making them want more.
That's when he takes his white t-shirt and literally rips it off his body.....
The audience roars as Nitelight stands there, bare chested, body glistening with sweat. But they still want more.
Nitelight continues to dance, turning his back to the audience, giving them a perfect view of his tight butt.
Then, he bends over and pulls on his pants. There are of the tear-away variety. The crowd gasps as Nitelight stands there in only a thong.
Nitelight takes two steps forward, preparing for his big finish, but he never makes it. The women of Literotica rush the stage, and Nitelight never knows what hits him. The thong is ripped away, and his mind goes blank as suddenly there are hands and mouths and pussies.....
The next few hours are a total blank. Dazed, Nitelight finds himself face down in an alley, totally nude, his lower body covered with teethmarks and lipstick stains. Only one thing is clear at this point.
He's damned glad he didn't take the Ravens.
