Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Taste of Rubies w/Viktoff Samson

UnicornHorn

UnicornHorn

Mystical Artifact
Joined
Apr 1, 2017
Location
The Cosmos
Brendan couldn't believe that he is doing this, he couldn't believe that he took this stupid bet for $150 dollars to crossdress as a girl and hit a popular club and pretend that he is a girl. He would have to be called 'Brenda' from this night forward. His two much manly friends will be with him, just so they would keep an eye on him. Brendan is wearing a copper dress, his platinum blonde hair is primed and curly, wearing light make up, and comfortable shoes so that he would be able to walk.

There is this club called the Ruby Room, which he has never been to before, and bouncer has left him in because of how pretty he.looked. Brendan doesn't mind, since he walks in and the flashing lights and music really hit him. His mind tells him to walk around first, lingering to the bar and already he is being hit on by horny men.

Brendan grumbles, as he leaves the bar, and he wanders close to the VIP lounge by accident.
 
A tall man in a perfectly tailored black suit had been relaxing on his sofa in the VIP lounge. The infamously handsome movie star. He knew that if he peeked out to the rest of the club, he would be surrounded by fans shouting his name. 'Garret! Gare-Bear!' He cringed inward as he laid across his sofa to rub his teeth through his cheeks. They were throbbing and the club was too loud. His manager tricked him again. Always lining up these meetings at clubs and such, so she could just not show up and leave the rich and famous star in such a social place alone. He couldn't quite pin her motive. In every other instance, like real business, she'd be on time. Did she want him to meet someone? What if his manager wanted him to reproduce so that she could manage the next generation of the Creed clan's beauty and talent too? Would that be job security? Or-

An interesting scent caught Garret's attention. Normally he didn't have this sensation, he could just identify and move on. This scent was paired with the prettiest looking girl in a copper dress that he's seen all night. His silver eyes would follow her for just a moment before he decided to go and fetch her. After all, a big time movie star shouldn't be sitting around all alone. He'd slip past the vip lounge goons and approach her with his smile. He didn't have anything of value to hold to add to the effect, but he'd hope that she knew of him. "You here alone?" He wasn't being drowned out by music or loud douche bags, so that was a plus.
 
Brendan peers in the crowd, trying to see his idiot friends,but doesn't see them at all. He sighs, as he pulls his phone from his purse that he is force to carry and tries to text them. They haven't responded, and he once again has to fend himself from dude Bros and posers offering him drinks. He flees from the horny perverts, only to bump into a hard body. "Ow! Hey, sorry about-" he stops, looking up at a handsome face that is very familiar.

"No way...I can't believe it..." His eyes are wide as plates, taking in the man's form. It's him, his favorite star is standing fright in front of him. "Oh my God... Garret..."
 
The collision wasn't unusual for Garret. Plenty of people bump into him by accident, and on purpose. More often than not, he'd find little weasel fan girls almost leaping directly against his frame to feel him and smell him. While a simple extended hug would likely placate these types for years and years, Garret found that sort of dishonest greed to be deplorable. He didn't enjoy the more eager fans, but he did enjoy being filthy rich. He figures he wins and loses here and there.

This particular blue eyed cutie felt different to Garret. The softness of the impact, when their skin met, this would make his teeth throb more. He wanted to bite, anything really, but the public wasn't a safe place for that behavior. Not that the public would be surprised that the super fit, endlessly handsome and charming actor wasn't entirely human. "You seem to be in a bit of a jam." He mused. His comment probably wouldn't set off any red flags. "Why don't you come sit with me, right over there." He pointed in the direction of the VIP lounge, his sofa and spot residing on a rise which would allow them an excellent view of the rest of the club in peace.

"Oh c'mon. You can't just stare all day." He joked as his hand slipped to the cutie's wrist, barely giving them a chance to process the whole situation. Garret was well-aware of how easy it would be to feel the weight of the situation and decide to run from it. If Brendan would allow it, Garret would've guided him all the way past the VIP goons and up the path to his Sofa. A private little spot. "You should tell me your name." He'd spin this words like a question.
 
Brendan is about to go into hysterics, but he somehow he remains calm. He still want to just die from excitement, as the Garret Creed is right there in front of him as he can't believe that he is talking to him. "I uhh...I just..uh..." He is standing here like a idiot as a shining star is talking to him. "Sure thing! I would love to sit on you-I mean, sit with you!" He needs to fix that.

He walks with him as they head to the lounge, and sits with him. "...my name is Bren-" he stops right there, as he remember that he has to keep the charade that he is a girl. "Brenda..."
 
The Garret Creed who would play a whole slew of different male characters, displaying his almost perfect upper body in pretty much every role. One would think they only hired him for that very purpose, but his voice swayed with an almost hungering articulation. Of course they would enjoy some time alone in his special part of the VIP lounge. Other celebrities were there, but the way the place was setup it would be unlikely for them to get a view. To Brendan's slip up, Garret would smile wider. More genuine.

"Brenda, hmm?" He'd let the charade name roll off his tongue as he sat upon the sofa and glared at the empty coffee table. "Fetch me a couple of drinks." He spoke to the waitress that made her rounds through the VIP lounge. Before she could say anything, he dropped his card on the table for her to reach. "Surprise me. I need some alcohol" He waved her off before turning his attention to Brendan.

"You can sit closer." Garret would find a kinder look, much kinder than his expression for the pretty waitress.
 
Brenden is very nervous, he is shaking as he is sitting on the sofa, but he found himself on the far side inside of next to him. "Ok!" He he then scurries over next to him as he orders the waitress to get drinks. "I...I have to say that it is an honor to meet you...I just...this is just so unreal to be close to you..I am unworthy!" He covered his face as he couldn't believe this.

He then tries to remember that he has to act at like a girl,but he is so overwhelmed. "I'm sorry!"
 
The way Brendan reacted to everything made Garret laugh softly. His face lighting up a bit before he wrapped an arm around Brendan's shoulders, scooting the silver haired cutie against him. "You don't have to say that." He tried to be humble and failed. His silver eyes looked for and would try to read Brendan's beautiful blue eyes. In earnest, if the two made a baby and kept Garret's body with Brendan's eyes, the result would be significantly more attractive than they were now. And that was saying something. He'd watch his company intently as he ignored the returning waitress.

Just as she left, Garret picked out a girly strawberry daiquiri before handing it to Brendan. "Sip this, take a load off. My treat." He smiled again, watching Brendan closely.
 
"I'm just so starstruck, this is like a dream come true! Thank you so much...I'm sorry if I'm rambling." Garret is being so nice to him, it's unbelievable. This famous star is wrapping his arms around him, with made his face as red a tomato. He must think that he is girl because he invited him, and now he feels crappy for lying.

He is given a pink daiquiri, and he accepts the drink without question. "So, what brings you here? Besides rescuing girls from drunk guys?*
 
"Yeah, I see it all the time." He started, still giving Brendan a positive look as his eye lids lowering just a bit. "Just remember: I'm just another guy. A person too." He tried to help Brendan understand why they could relax on the whole starstruck thing. After a shrug, Garret swiftly picked up a clear cup with a strong scent around it. Clearly a heavy alcohol beverage. "But, do keep apologizing. It's pretty cute." He complimented 'Brenda', demonstrating how fooled he was into believing the cute young adult was actually a woman.

Over half of the clear cup had been consumed with a speed that was unnatural. Even heavy drinkers would complain of a burning sensation after swallowing a drink like this, Garret merely licked his lips. "How are you sure you didn't leave the frying pan only to fall into the fire?" He mused, clearly not playing innocent. "My manager called me out here, but didn't show up. She does that a lot."
 
"Right, I'll do my best." He nods as he takes a sip of his drink, and he will tries to make things as normal as possible. "I'm too polite...so you might hear me say that a few times. It might get annoying for some people, I should know." He sighs, as he tries not to look at him like a pervert, but he still feeling a but bad about lying.

"Oh, maybe she is trying to make some kind of plan work, maybe it is just my opinion." He only guessed, this manger sound like a schemer.
 
"I think it's too cute." He began, repeating himself before finishing his drink and setting the empty cup aside. "You really need not worry about being annoying when it comes to apologizing. I've got some Canadian friends who are quick to apologize as well. I adore them for it." For a guy like Garret, it shouldn't be a surprise that he has all sorts of friends. Even if his face made pinning his nationality almost impossible. His silver eyes glared over the small table of drinks, not enjoying his lack of heavy stuff to guzzle down. The same almost shiny orbs turned back to Brendan. Garret's face was near to his own, almost demanding eye contact.

His free hand reached over to Brendan's drink, playfully running a finger tip against the rim. "We'll be playing a game, Brenda." He started, now looking down at her drink. "Every time I think you're taking too long to finish that sweet little drink, I'll touch you."
 
Brendan would suspect that he would have friends from around the world, and it has made him wonder if he has anyone special. "Thank you, you have been very kind to me." He said in a almost whisper, looking at his drink for a bit, trying to breath. He noticed that Garret is becoming close to him, and his becomes more red than ever. "Oh my gosh...* He almost gasp, as he trembles just a bit. "A game? You actually want to be close to me?" That is something he never thought he would hear that.
 
"Of course I want to play with you." Garret raised an eyebrow and paired it with his handsome smile. "You need to drink more, I think that nervousness of yours is tying your mind up too much." He glanced back at the cups and glasses on the table, still having trouble figuring which one he wanted next. There was surely enough booze here to kill a man, but Garret wasn't an ordinary man. And yet, none of the drinks interested him in particular. He knew he wanted this cutie to be a blushy mess as soon as possible, but they seemed quite skilled at casually drinking. Most girls Garret got this involved with would drink to calm their nerves automatically. Perhaps this fan of his was different, and he could respect that. He laughed softly to break the building tension in his chest.

"Let me put it this way, then." He then cleared his through, briefly. "You are holding a drink. One that contains a substance necessary to facilitate more adult interactions with little effort. One could avoid drinking, I don't oppose the idea myself." He spoke matter of factly, as though he was suddenly Brendan's teacher, but not an uninterested one. "My hand." He raised his free hand to show him his palm. "Will be right here." He explained as he took the space between Brendan's knees just under the dress. His big hand groped and fondled Brendan's inner thigh. "Brenda, Darling. I'll be feeling up this leg all the way to your crotch if you take too long to move on to your second drink. A game of strategy. For me, this is win win. But, for you, you stand to gain the most by thinking quick and making choices."
 
Brendan looks at that handsome face, has he really been that nervous all this time? He didn't think he would be that nervous, being around his favorite idol after all. "I am going to drink, it's just that I'm having a nice time with you." It is true, he would rather speak to him than drink really. He might as well follow this game along, but then his heart stood still when giant hands found the inside of his though, and threaten to make their way up his dress. "What?! You can't!" He is now blushing madly, because if he reach up there, his secret would be exposed. Brendan quickly drinks, but he gasped when he is halfway done. He wants to be done with this quickly.
 
Retracting his hand from Brendan's leg, Garret laughed and looked back to the drinks on the table. "Somebody doesn't want to be groped." He mused, snatching up a fancy looking glass with a silly straw that lead into a frosty mixture. "Ah, spend time with me?" He mumbled softly as his silver eyes scanned the top layer of frost on the drink, trying to identify what this odd thing was. Clearly it had to have some percentage of alcohol in it. That'd be what he paid for, after all. "Some people would think that working to spend time with a person like me wouldn't be worth the effort." It would be quite clear by his shift in tone that he wasn't happy with that idea. "If I were to take a public lover, their face would be all over magazines. Their families would he hounded and harassed by information. The monetary value for being the first to expose such things would be far too great in the eyes of the paparazzi."

The sipped the straw before frowning and setting the drink down. "Too cold." He'd mutter, his silver orbs catch Brendan's daiquiri. "Only half? Mmh. Someone's a light weight." Garret's smile would return as he teased, wrapping his hand around Brendan's and guiding the smaller boy's hand such that Garret could gently finish off the drink without allowing Brendan to let go. "Ah. That's a nice drink. Too bad it's a little weak." He slipped the glass from Brendan before setting it on the table. "Well, if getting your panties tickled isn't on the table, and you're a light weight, I suppose that shots would making talking easier." He reasoned this out calmly as he turned over two tiny glasses and snatched a big bottle of yellow, almost hickory scented liquor from the table. With lethal accuracy, he filled the glasses almost entirely without wasting a drop or taking his time.

"This way, you can keep up with me and we can chit chat without wasting valuable time that could be spent drowning my dark thoughts away. Fair? I think it's fair." He laughed, snatching his little glass and tossing the warm scented and cold liquor down his throat. His big hand set the glass down as he watched Brendan. "Better game. I have a superb idea for my darling light weight." He laughed a little before picking up the other full glass and handing it to Brendan. "We both take shots, and for each we get to answer a question that the other person must answer honestly." He smirked, looking up and down Brendan's body. "Mine first. Did you come alone?"
 
That was a close.one, at the very least Garret didn't go through with that game. It would be humiliation if he discover that Brendan is a man instead of a woman. "You surprised me!" He is indeed shocked, and took a moment to realize what he is saying. He guess that game would ruin a person, and he doesn't want that, but he still want to talk to Garret. "It's just a friendly talk.and after this...I'll probably never see you in person again." He frowns, as he wants to spend these precious minutes with him.

He is right, Brendan is a lightweight,but he does enjoy drinking sometimes. He can handle shot glasses though, and he does seem to agree. "Okay, that does seem fair." Be said, and then takes a shot down his through as the game begins. "Well, I did had some guy friends, but I think they abandoned me." He frowns,as he tries to think of a question."Hm, do you think about owning a private island?"
 
As Brendon mentioned probably never seeing him again, Garret shrugged. "Don't be so sure about that." He'd mumbled. Perhaps that wouldn't serve to lighten up Brendan's mood any, but Garret didn't see it that way. After all, 'Brenda' was positively dripping in cuteness. Though she'd be lacking in womanly traits to fill out that dress better, Garret already mentally accepted the fact that he could spend all night kissing Brendan's sexy face. Level-headed fans were impossible, and finding a new partner to drink from while having some kinky sex would be a dream come true. As it were, normal actresses with lots of money and an entitled attitude would just break up with him and reveal his dark secret. Maybe not right away, but he'd have no means to keep them quiet about it. Brendan might prove to be different. "I'm not doing anything all weekend. Maybe you can come back to the hotel I'm staying at tonight?" He mused, but the offer would be genuine.

Gathering their glasses together, he would begin to pour again. The kicker about shots is that they are an easier way to consume high alcohol content rather quickly. They were deadly in this fashion as the bulk of alcohol's effects on the body are delayed and it could be difficult to measure when someone has had enough with shots. This was key to getting someone pass out drunk, if you had the money for it. Not that Garret would find too much fun in molesting a sleeping Brendan. This was simply a means to ensure at least one snack tonight, whether they'd find a relationship or not. "I already have one." He responded with the same nonchalant attitude as someone would use if they were declaring if they already had breakfast. Setting the bottle down, he tossed back the shot again and set it down. Even now, he'd seem impervious to the alcohol he's consumed. "Would you swallow if you gave me head at my hotel room?" He grinned, bringing his index finger to Brendan's chest and drawing lines up and down his abdomen.
 
Brendan is starting to be the effects of being tipsy, he groans as he couldn't believe that he is getting drunk too quickly. He cannot drive like this, so he will decide to call a cab if necessary. "Hmm...what really?" Did he hear that right? He invited him to come to his hotel room? If he were sober, he would decline because of.obvious reasons. "Oh, then they must be paying you a lot than a lot of people believe." It's kind of wild that he has his own island, a billionaire would have that. He drinks a shot, and that's when the room starts to spin. "I would...love to..." He tries to say as he leans to the side a bit. "I mean, that is an inappropriate question!"
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom