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Ryland's show from Tarts After Dark April 2024

Contents NSFW! %t = my current target at the time

A translucent, white partition suddenly shimmers into existence near the back-middle of the stage. From the side of it hangs a very swanky, designer black suit, with matching polished oxford shoes sitting nearby. With the sight and sound of running water coming from behind the partition, it becomes obvious that you have all unexpectedly become voyeurs to a shower scene! Oh la la!

A rear spotlight flicks on, illuminating the faint silhouette of a well-proportioned, obviously naked man standing within the shower. He hums an imperceptible tune to himself while his body rolls and hips gyrate sensually to some personal beat. The water shuts off before he reaches for the shower curtain, abruptly yanking it fully open as he stares out into the crowd. Yes, folks, he is absolutely STARTING this show the Full Monty! Naked at the day he was born. In his Birthday suit. Stark nude, buck naked, au naturel, exposed, in the buff, and wearing only a smile! How risqué, what a way to start the show!

At first, Ryland looks taken aback by his unforeseen oglers, but that expression quickly turns mischievous as that trademarked, charming grin spreads over plush lips. Arms spread to either side as he leisurely turns in a circle to give a tantalizing view of every angle before taking a welcoming bow. The man is an exhibitionist and a hedonist through and through, as is often made obvious by any encounter with him, and for damn good reason too!

The water glistens against and drips from his nude flesh beneath the stage spotlights, highlighting the dips and swells of just about everything he owns - and BOY HOWDY does he own some lovely, desirable things. The water is, most definitely and without a single doubt, quite warm. However, the startlingly erotic scene is cut short with a playful wink before he closes the shower curtain.

A familiar, classic tune begins to blast over the speakers as his silhouette rocks with the pounding rhythm. He picks up what appears to be some type of undergarment, stepping into and sliding the scanty garment up over those toned calves and robust thighs. He *snaps* the waistband into place before bits and bobbles are adjusted, likely hiding away some of those lovely and desirable things.

Ryland fully steps out from behind the partition with some truly dramatic bravado: Arms extended to either side and revealing himself to only be wearing a pair of rainbow, cheeky briefs that leave very little to the imagination! *Especially* since they are made of a thin mesh that are easily seen through - while also putting the remainder of that athletic, enticing physique on full display. Turning around to smooth a hand over and admire his posh suit, everyone now gets a full on stare at that voluptuous ass; gold coins can be and have been bounced off that beauty. In fact, it almost taunts you to do just that should you have a coin on hand!

He swivels around to the audience, an impish gaze scanning over them before he full on sprints towards the front center of the stage and jumps forward with outstretched hands. It almost seems as if he’s about to leap smack into the crowd itself, but instead a floor to ceiling silver pole unexpectedly materializes out of thin air that he grips onto at the last moment. The momentum allows him to repeatedly whip his body around the device, with legs flared out in perfectly controlled rotations; much like the movements of a breakdancing flare.

Ryland ceases the revolutions with his back pressing against and hands clutching the pole tightly overhead, the slowly rotating device giving an alluring view of this libertine’s every angle. He raises both legs in a tuck, positioning the pole in the crook of his neck as he settles one foot flat on the apparatus below his hands. Pushing outwards with that foot, he straightens his arms and planted leg, then stretches his opposite leg straight out, parallel to the floor, into a perfect split. He arches his back even further to over-extend the split, showcasing that extreme flexibility he’s known for.

He shifts his hands further apart all while maintaining the deep split before removing the planted foot from the pole and extending it outwards to join the other in a ‘flag’ position. Using his core strength, he holds the agile pose for a few moments before gracefully touching down to return to his attire. The dress pants are removed from the hanger, and with his back to the audience he steps into them, pulling them up and over that shapely rear with a couple jumps. Fitted and fine, he may be putting ON clothing (a first for him, truly) but it certainly accentuates all the right places!

With his back still to the audience, he kicks up into a balanced handstand, fully intent on testing the fabric’s flexibility - and providing an inviting view. Legs ease down to either side in a controlled center split, effortlessly shifting them front and back into a front split, back to center, then the opposite leg front split. Both feet point once more towards the ceiling as he carefully walks on his hands down the steps until (hand)standing just before the audience. Legs part once more, and his body drops, basically right onto %t’s lap, but first catches himself with his feet and knees straddling them before he’s able to put any amount of weight atop them.

Now straddling %t’s lap with his ass essentially inches from their face, he lowers his chest, braces his forearms against the ground, arches his back to provide a more rousing scene, and begins to pop and shake that rounded posterior provocatively to the beat. With a knavish glance over his shoulder, he gives his current target a teasing wink, encouraging them to play that booty like a set of sultry bongos! After a few moments, he removes himself with a forward roll, popping up to his feet and moving back towards the stage.

He returns to the pole, firmly leaning his back against it while hips continue to suggestively undulate to the beat. Hands grip high above his head and with the device once again in the crook of his neck, he gently lifts up onto his tiptoes. He takes a ‘step’ upwards onto the thin air, repeating the process to make it appear as if he’s walking on nothing until his body is parallel to the ground. With one hand over the other, he continues to pull and ‘walk’ himself skyward, demonstrating and flaunting the complete mastery he has over his nimble physique.

Nearing the top, he drops one hand to grasp beneath himself and shifts his torso to face away from the pole, all while holding the same position. Once facing the crowd, he flashes that dazzling grin before both hands loosen their grip and he begins to plummet towards the ground! Just before he slams into the stage, he tightens his hands to swiftly halt himself, only to release them once more to fall the remaining inch onto the ground - right into that irresistible, lounging ‘Jeff Goldblum-esque’ pose. You all know the one. So smooth.

He rolls up onto his feet and returns to the hanging garments, freeing the white button-up shirt from its hanger and slipping it on. Of course he leaves it unbuttoned like he’s on the cover of a cheesy romance novel, with a well-timed gust of a nearby fan dramatically blowing the shirt to add to the beguiling effect.

He dashes towards the pole and takes a leap! Hands briefly grasp the apparatus up high, aiding to swing his body forward into a dextrous, high-flying backflip. He lands in a crouch just before %t, stepping on either side of their thighs dropping to his knees as fingers comb back through the sides of his still-damp hair. With torso seductively grinding to the beat dangerously close to them, he takes their hands in his own and directs them to grope along his chest and torso as they please. Fingers press to his lips and he blows them a sparkly kiss with a wink before moving on.

He moves back to the pole and over hand he climbs the beam, and about halfway up he spaces his grasp far apart. One foot raises and extends along the pole above the top hand, while the other settles below his lower hand. Feet effortlessly slide apart until he’s in a full center split flush against the device. He tightens his core so those sweat-slicked, prominent abdominal muscles pop out as he holds in place; the devilish expression suggests that this man knows exactly what he’s doing.

Ryland eventually bends his knees around the pole to draw his legs closer together. Once about shoulder-width apart, he presses his bottom foot against the prop and hooks his top ankle around the back. From there, he ‘stands up’, extending his body directly out to the side to make it appear as if he’s standing on the apparatus and parallel to the stage. Fingers deftly begin buttoning up his shirt, leaving the top few undone, and tucking it into his pants - all while maintaining this challenging flag position and looking out over the audience with a smug grin. He makes it look easy!

He casually hops off the pole while fixing his cuffs, then snags the final hanging garment: That stylish suit jacket. Flinging it around his shoulders, he smoothly slides into the sleeves and flattens his hands down along the lavish material. Suit fitted and sleek, this man looks every part the rakish scamp ready to charm and seduce.

With both hands and feet, he ascends and crouches against the very top of the pole. There’s a brief bounce before he pitches his upper body backwards while forcefully pushing off with his legs, propelling himself into a backwards flip. Arching his back, hands quickly grab the apparatus as he revolves around, slowing his rotation so both feet land delicately against the device and not once allowing any part of himself to touch the ground in the process.

He hugs his legs around the pole, stretching his torso backwards and downwards with arms extending gracefully out to the side. Now upside down, he briefly loosens the grip with his thighs and plummets down, stopping himself with his face just a breath's width above the ground! Tucking his head down, he forward rolls off the prop and lands in a center split. There’s a bobble of his eyebrows and an air smooch before he gets to his feet and moves to the back of the stage one final time.

With his back to the audience, he slips into his dress shoes, straightens his shirt, buttons up his jacket, and slides his hand into the inside pocket to retrieve a pair of sunglasses. Pivoting to face the audience, he dons the sunglasses and sleeks his hair back with both hands while flashing that magnetic smirk. Sharp Dressed Man indeed! Tipping his head and sunglasses down, he gives a wink before strutting off the stage.

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