Private Dancer MxM (Staten Krown)

11

"That is your stage...that is where all the magic is going to happen."

I look over at the stage. We are in another country. I'm not sure where. They won't let us know. Lux, Everett and I are here and it looks like this place is some private manor distinct from anything else that I've seen.

The man talking to us isn't the Crowned Prince himself but one of the many guys who works for him.

"What if we don't want to?" Lux asks, "What if we don't want to perform?"

"What do you think?"

The implications in that moment causes all of us to get really quiet. We didn't have a choice. I notice the Crowned Prince does seem to have a lot of security around here. I also notice how Everett and Lux are acting towards me since we've been caught. Everett has been quiet and for Lux, well Lux is literally just ignoring me.

"How many people going to be in here?" Everett asks.

"Just you three and him. Taking turns dancing for him. It's his own personal private party."

The Crowned Prince was clearly sick and these people that worked for him were doing nothing more than enabling him.

"Sounds fun," Lux sarcastically whispers under his breath.

"I'll show you to your dressing room. One at a time I'll come and get you."

~

The dressing room is luxurious. We are taking off our clothes and changing into our underwear. I look over at Lux. He's wearing this blinged out jockstrap. That is always like him. Then there is Everett who is wearing some really fitted plain black underwear. I look through my own bag wondering what the hell I actually had. Truthfully I didn't have a plan. I was just here. I was just hoping somehow I'd be able to have the element of surprise on my side.

That wasn't the case. The Crowned Prince knew that Nasim had been working with us. He knew that we were thinking about leaving and didn't want to be here.

"This is all your fault," he whispers to me as we go through the hallways.

I had a feeling this was what he was thinking this entire time. He makes his way to the other side of the dressing room. Him and Everett may have had some bonding time but it seems like Lux looks at me the same exact way. I watch as he rips off his clothes and starts digging in his bag.

"Leave him alone," Everett states.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for him," Lux responds, "He's stubborn. His emotions have gotten the best of him and look at where we are now."

I know Lux is pissed. I honestly don't blame him. I get it. I shouldn't have headed for the airplane. I shouldn't have tried to do this. But we were here now and I wasn't going to allow Lux make me feel bad about the decision that I made.

"I'm here for Emory and Roxana," I tell them, "That's all..."

I look over at Everett when I say that. I don't want to be rude about it. I don't want to make him feel bad but I have to be honest. I have to let him know that the priority here is getting Emory and Roxana back. That was all that mattered.

I wish this was enough of an explanation for Lux but it isn't. He is pissed off it seems, "If Nasim gets in trouble for this...I swear..."

"Enough Lux," Everett states.

Within a few minutes the escort comes into the dressing room.

"The first one..."

We all look at one another. I'm not fully dressed. Even if I were the nerves were getting the most of me.