Spike MI posted on Bronze linear July 13, 2002
Slightly revised here with and ahem enhanced ending.

The tall, blonde vamp slithered into the Bronze and eyed the girls. Everybody seemed to be sitting on a lavish couch, eyes upward to the ceiling. What could they possibly be looking at? "No matter, I know how to draw their attention to where it should be."

He circled his way over to the bar and grabbed a fifth of Jack, nodded to the familiar-looking platinum haired man tending to the drinks, and drank down the shots.

Then he took the stage. Surprisingly it was empty. Perhaps because the girls' attentions were elsewhere? And why were they wearing those soddin' Mickey Mouse sunglasses?
He nodded to the standby DJ, who also looked like a familiar lad with his mechanical stance and light hair.

Music began and the vamp slowly pulled down his black leather coat from off his manly, well-muscled frame.  The beat of the techno music gave the girls a mild distraction and they turned their heads to see the blonde vamp in a button down red shirt, which was slowly being undone by his own short black tipped nails. The beat continued...

The blonde vamp was down to his pants. His smooth, hairless chest tensed to show every line and curve of his hard abs.  The ladies of the Bronze Gutter couch had their heads completely turned around by the hunky flesh of man spectacle that was before their eyes.  His deep sunken cheeks betrayed an evil grin and he was just about to undo his belt buckle.

He leaned his hot lips close to an open mic and formed his words.  "Evening there sweets, but I need a volunteer to help me with my belt. Tends to get a little stuck sometimes. I might actually need a hand or two. One for the belt, one for the zipper"

He nodded toward 2 anxious and lovely ladies who were instantly off the couch and at the stage. One sweet girl, though perhaps a bit young, seemed adequate enough to tackle his leather belt. She seamlessly reached down and tenderly undid the buckle, slowly pulling the leather out from the top of his pants, and making them droop slightly as the belt slapped against his buttocks and into her hand completely.

The other lovely girl with the classy tattoos had the honor of negotiating his well-made, sturdy zipper.  All of the other girls fought each other on the couch to get a better look

The cute blonde with the classy tattoos knew that her fellow gutter gals waited in anticipation and would do right by them by taking her time with this part of the performance. Slowly, so slowly that if the Bronze were being painted blood red it would dry before she was done, she pulled down--a centimeter at a time. She was also very careful to move her head out of the full viewing way so that all could get a look. One tall 5' 11 girl, pulled out her special 3-D binocular glasses, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't need to see something that would be that big. The zipper girl was tempted to move her head in the way to block and just leave her mouth gaping open in awe, but she knew she couldn't be selfish. Centimeter by centimeter...zip...zip...zip ...lower and lower and lower. The pants continued to droop down, and the young girl began to pull on them and lick her lips in a frenzy.  And then there it was in all it's glory--a big, hurling, overflowing piece of pointed up and stuck up and out sock.

The blonde vamp looked down at the two ladies at his feet and the protrusion in front of him.  "Bollocks, I forgot about that. Ladies, if you wouldn't mind, just moving over to the side a lil bit. Gotta take care of one more thing."  The pants' assistants stood nearby, dancing to the beat and still in full view of the man, and his rear view which was quite a tight sight.

He reached down and tried to correct the one thing that kept this from being a true "ladies night" in the Bronze. He moved his hand around a bit, but nothing quite worked.
"Bloody hell! I need some more help."  He continued to move to the beat and pointed his finger at the tall woman on the couch, giving her a head tilt and a come-hither look.

She sashayed up to the stage and into prime position for the final task.  Carefully and slowly she got down to her knees to begin the honorable job of giving the vamp full exposure and a true spotlight.  She reached to the base of the sock where it was slightly curled up, but held tight and fast against her touch.  But, she was a pro, completing the task with a quick flick of her wrist, as if she had done this numerous times before. Then, only then, was it clear how overflowing the sock had always been.  The handsome vamp, with his complete form and shape basked in the glow of the hot lights, proud of his massive prize as the girls "oohed and ahhed" and several hands reached down in attempt to touch his bulging flesh.

He stood there in all his glory for all the gutter gals to see. Beaming smiles on their faces as he posed for them. And he knew with this performance, that he had gained their attention and truly risen to occasion.