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Post by GASTON RAOUL DURAND on Feb 2, 2011 8:33:00 GMT -5
Gaston sipped his red wine lazily as he watched the forced beauties prance around the stage. His posture and expression could be compared to someone who was sitting in his living room, flipping through the channels on the television in hope of finding something interesting to watch. While other men in the strip club drooled over the strippers, Gaston sat there, expressionless, occasionally nodding curtly at the women that took special interest in him. He had seen it all before and to say that he was bored right now was an understatement.
The young player had certainly been through his share of women. Not much surprised Gaston anymore or turned him on as much it used to. Finding women that intrigued him proved to be difficult now days, thus resorting in him seeking out women in strip clubs. Not his first preference, but hey, he was a man and he most certainly had needs. What hadn't occurred to Gaston yet was that it wasn't his physical needs that needed tending to, it was his emotions. Deep inside was a decent man, longing to have someone that knew him emotionally and mentally. Only when that miracle occurred would Gaston be able to be fully satisfied in the physical manner, when he had someone he could genuinely love and be loved in return.
An aura of power and confidence reflected brightly from the exterior of Gaston. However Gaston constantly found himself attempting to fill the empty void that surrounded his life with sex, partying and money. He would not dare to show any form of weakness. He feared that if he did, the respect and fear that others held for him would vanish off the face of the earth. And he couldn't let that happen...oh no...he could never let that happen. Just like he could never allow any person of importance to see him spending time at a strip club. His father would absolutely hate that, knowing that the family name and reputation had be wounded due to his sons sinful ways. However, Gaston figured that if he did not get caught, it didn't matter how he decided to spend his time.
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