"I hope you all enjoyed a little taste of Bliss," Johnny purred cheerfully into his camera setup as he wiped off his glistening abs with a rag. Around him, shifting neon lights illuminated his naked muscular body which was reclining in a very comfortable, adjustable gaming chair. "Now, remember. Inbox me a legit video of dirty brownie cops doing something that will embarrass the department heads, and next time, this could be you," he held up the glistening clear dildo with blinking lights that he'd just used on himself, reminding his subscribers that he paid for their subversive content submissions with sexual favors. Johnny fancied himself a curator of news media, feeding his fans whatever would direct their ire towards whichever authoritative establishment he hated most that day. He flashed the camera one last charming smile and a wink, then his lips pursed as if to kiss, and an 8-bit heart formed over them and expanded to wipe the screen.
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Johnny hopped out his chair, tossing the rag over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. His small apartment was messy, full of clothes and media devices, none of which were cheap. Between his online income, dancing, and 'dancing', Johnny did pretty well for himself. Though, he let that money slide through his fingers like water, not thinking much about his future. After 2 years, he was actually starting to feel a bit settled after being on the run for as long before. Thoughts of his 'siblings' shadowed his mind as he showered quickly. There'd been no communications left in their communal encrypted digital dropbox in months. That meant that either they were dead, captured, or.. completely fine. Johnny didn't miss that life, and he washed those thoughts away along with his bodywash lather.
Out of the shower, Johnny checked over his reflection. Impeccable as always. There was just something about designer genes that could make any state of dress or dishevelment look perfectly intentional. His light tattoos pulsed slowly along his arms and the pelvic grooves where his stomach met his thighs. They'd speed up when he wanted more attention. He slipped on a mesh tshirt, slicked some pommade through his light blond hair, then finished dressing with his sleeveless biker vest and vinyl pants. His usual look was a cross between biker and circuit boy with spots of glowing jewelry.
It was time to head into his night job at the club, and Johnny grabbed his Sport Eurasia backpack and double-checked his security systems before leaving. He was too conditioned to ever drop that habit. Once down to the street, his pack unfolded into a microbike. It wasn't tough looking, but it was slick and fast. As he sped along the darkening streets, the urban landscaped changed. Buildings darkened and neon lights illuminated, as if by his passing. Those who came out at night were doing so, those who were good doobies were headed home, and those who liked to play both sides were changing into their nighttime 'costumes'. Johnny liked this mood, fancying himself as one of the night denizens that the colorful moths were attracted to. He couldn't imagine being one of those day drones, but then he'd not grown up with parents or expectations of that sort of normalcy. Johnny didn't figure he'd be dancing forever. He'd look like this for longer than one might expect, but in the back of his mind he knew he'd need to do something else, eventually. But that day was far off, and he enjoyed his life as it was, now. Freedom was the most important thing. Well, freedom and sex. Freedom and sex and drugs.
Johnny pulled up outside Oracle, his night job, and flicked his bike to refold into a backpack, then slung it over his shoulder and sauntered in. The mundane employees were bustling around, preparing for the night crowd. Johnny smiled at a few, making sure to be personable. It was good to have the peons on his side. They could either funnel private customers his way or spill drinks on his wardrobe. He made his way back to the performers' dressing room, still not sure which jockstrap he was in the mood for, tonight. Something colorful. Obviously.
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