Shakedown Erotic Fan-Fiction, Part I

  The TNT stage sweats underneath fiery bulbs.

  ”Ladies and gentlemen…SHAKEDOWN!”

  The six performers bound onstage, youthful, lithe, to rhythmic applause. Nick’s funny graphic t-shirt (a tiger saying “wazzzuuuup?”) seems tighter tonight, somehow. Hector’s cargo pants seem to droop, almost begging to come off. Touching at their shoulders, the team lines up. 

  Matt Sheelan steps forward and raises his palm. “Hello ladies and gentlemen! We are Shakedown! Can we get a single-word suggestion, please.”

  ”Touch.”

   The members glance from one to another, but for a moment no one steps out. Their lips are tense and their limbs straighten. Breaking the tension, Joel vigorously takes the stage, as does Rene.

   “Hey dude, welcome to Wendy’s” Joel says, and places his hands flat against a fantasy counter.

   “I’d like some wine.” 

   “Then take some.” 

   As Joel pours and Rene luxuriously sips, the wine seems almost palpable. The audience can see it practically drip off of Rene’s chin.

   “Do you have any caviar?” Rene asks. Hector steps forward and tags Joel, but his hand unexpectedly catches Joel’s collar. For a moment the two try to wrestle it free, their hands interlocking, smearing one another. A seam tears, another, and before long Joel stands topless in the blinding light…

  ”I’m so sorry,” says Hector.

  ”I’m not,” Joel responds. They grapple and kiss. On the back line, Toni moans.

To be continued…