Unfamiliar Passengers in a Railroad Carriage
Two Complete Strangers' Hidden Lives
Discovering each other's secret professions on a train ride.
The train was running late by ten minutes as I took a seat next to a passenger. We had reserved seats in the last carriage, and I ended up sitting with a man named 'Toni, with an 'i' not a 'y' - I should have recognized this immediately.
Toni wore flashy, eye-catching clothes, which was perfect for London but out of place in the small town of Wick where I lived, closer to the Arctic Circle than we were to the south of France. Locals, though not prudish, would keep an eye on him due to his unconventional style. He handed me his business card: 'Toni Erotic Dancer, Sexologist, and Party Organizer.'
I replied with my business card, 'Donald (Don), Builder & Carpenter.'
I inquired, "What do you do?"
"I perform a slow striptease while erotic music plays, encouraging guests to touch me as I dance naked among them. As the night goes on, everyone joins in. We move to private rooms, walled gardens, and other secluded areas where they can try out various interesting sexual positions."
"I've heard of these parties before. Locals sometimes claim they're hired for general duties, and a few brag about being paid for more personal services," I explained.
Toni sought my opinion, "Is being a builder as fulfilling as that?"
"It can be."
"Would you tell me about your secret life?"
"Recently, I renovated an extension in a 300-year-old fortified house, complete with murder holes and walled gardens. I arrived at the site with my truck loaded with building materials, as it was a summer with unusually warm weather, I wore shorts and boots. The owner, named 'Ricky,' a photographer in his early forties, had a Porsche parked outside. He insisted on helping me remove the damaged roof once I had set up my ladders. This was a fairly demanding job, but it left me needing macho-looking photography for a dating site.
Ricky wanted to photograph my work as it progressed, so he grabbed his camera and went to capture the process. Throughout the day, I lifted damaged roof panels, tossed them into a skip, and when I took my break, he showered and made our lunch.
He asked if I'd like to see the pictures he snapped, connected to his docking station. Despite them not being artistically processed, I thought they were extraordinary. Ricky had some of his artwork showcased on a gallery wall, each one portraying naked men; not explicit or pornographic.
Eventually, he invited me to see the photos he had taken of me while working naked. He intended to create artworks showcasing the moments and would pay me a commission. We worked together for several days, occasionally posing while working, and he used time-lapse photography to immortalize these moments.
After finishing the project, he invited me to accompany him to his next art exhibition in Berlin. This would display the photos he had taken during my work.
I told you about my secret life, would you share yours? Toni wondered.
"A few months ago, I was hired to renovate an extension in a 300-year-old fortified house. It had a murder hole and walled gardens. Once I arrived at the property, I noticed Ricky, the owner, waiting outside. His Porsche parked in the driveway. Wheeling my truck up, I began working, and he insisted on helping me. After a couple of hours, me assists, I took a lunch break.
Opening my coffee flask and grabbing a packet of builder sandwiches I made from the leftovers from last night's dinner, I accepted his assistance. He inquired if he could photograph while I worked. I asked where I should start pulling roof panels off. While we worked, taking off old ones, we bonded over our mutual interests. As the day wore on, we ate and took a break, and I got to shower and change into some clean clothes.
While we worked on the roof, he took over 300 photographs of me, some in stills, others as video, capturing various moments of my work. By the end of the day, I was ready for a change, so I agreed to go to Berlin with him, so he could showcase his artworks featuring me. This opportunity gave me the chance to explore Germany, an experience I'll treasure forever."
His face lit up with excitement, "That sounds incredible."
"It was," I agreed, amused by his enthusiasm. "I've always wanted to visit Berlin, and it was a blast getting to work together."
A couple of months later, while we were in Berlin, Toni had finished processing and displaying his art. This drew in plenty of potential buyers, which resulted in the prices being significantly increased. At first, I was embarrassed to see pictures of myself and Ricky completely naked, as everyone looked and commented on them. He managed to sell all his artwork.
I was curious, so I asked him, "Were there any repercussions at school? Was it that bad the first time around?"
During our college days, he had a friend named Jack. His mom was a dance teacher, and Jack helped him renovate their old barn into a dance school and studio, even installing dance poles. Jack set up the camera equipment in a separate studio and editing room, but kept it hidden away. The place became quite popular with locals who were usually very secretive about their activities.
One day, while they were hiding in the control room, they saw people they knew engaged in naked pole dancing and erotic dancing. To make things more interesting, they decided to stream it live and charge viewers. It wasn't just pole dancing, there was actually live sex going on. They were surprised by the locals' behavior and thought they were not as innocent as they claimed.
Both Jack and Toni had been to dance classes before, and they became curious about these acts. They decided to try pole dancing and eventually convinced Toni to do it naked. For amateurs, they were quite good, but Jack made a mistake and accidentally broadcast their performance, along with their antics, live.
Jack's mother found out when she was editing a Saturday morning show. When Jack was away for work experience, she showed Toni how to dance properly to avoid any more embarrassing situations. When Jack returned, he discovered their videos had been posted on a pay-as-you-view website, causing a major problem for both of them.
In the meantime, there were a lot of energy and oil workers in and around Wick. One of them, a fixer, was given a copy of their videos by a college lecturer named Olly, who was also Australian. The fixer invited Toni to attend a private gathering of civil work companies. He advised Toni to go, to make some business contacts.
When Toni arrived, they all talked about his uncle's tender for work, which was crucial for their survival. Instead of listening, they asked him to do a live pole dance striptease for them as a condition for his uncle's contract. They had a dance pole set up in a separate room, where they gave Toni some clothes to change into. In that room, he performed a striptease, combining it with an athletic pole dance.
After finishing, he was left naked, waiting for them to say something. Being high on drugs, he was about to get aroused when one of the fixers handed him a second envelope. He said, "This is yours if you entertain one of the higher-ups."
Toni knew what was expected and decided to go along with it. This wasn't his first time, as Olly had already groomed him for these situations. He walked up a cold, soulless fire escape to the bedroom of a well-known politician, who reminded him of that meerkat character wearing glasses. The politician barely said a word, only started banging Toni, concluding the encounter.
The fixer returned with Toni's clothes, the two envelopes, and his contract. He told him to wait for an hour before leaving. While Toni was waiting, he saw the fixer leave in his electric limousine. He opened the envelopes, which he intended to use for his truck replacement fund. He reflected on how he ended up in this situation.
Later on, Olly offered to tutor Toni at his apartment, where he was about to take his final exams. They had a casual conversation about his college sex life, which yielded no results. Olly then touched his hand and motioned for him to follow him into his bedroom. After undressing him, Olly gave him his first blowjob. Toni was thrilled and climaxed. He and Olly then proceeded to have a racy romp. As Toni finished, he realized that Olly had been grooming him for years.
I was guided onto the bed in a back-down position, with my legs hooked over his shoulders. He started probing, and it took only a moment before I could feel him inside me. I was numb with fear, excitement, and trepidation. My ecstasy increased with his pace, and when he stopped, I could feel his release leaving him and then me as he withdrew. I lay there drained, in a erotic euphoria, and smiled submissively.
The next day, I was still high when I sat for my exam. It was the same questions they'd tutored me on the night before, and I had two more exams scheduled with similar pre-exam sessions. Both of these included a naked walk of shame about their house, as they ogled and photographed me before taking me to their bedroom.
A week later, while still waiting for my results, Olly texted me with a hotel address. This came with my first brown envelope. As expected, I had passed all my exams, and received contributions to my truck renewal fund, which became a regular occurrence in the following months.
It all ended abruptly when Olly's twin brother, Craig, came into the picture. He was also a college lecturer doing something similar down in Glasgow, but on a grander scale. One of his students shopped him, and both ran away. People asked questions, but nobody wanted to open that can of worms. The community closed its doors to protect its own. My second life's shit storm was swept under the carpet, just like my first experience.
Toni asked, "What made you go south? Was it Ricky?"
After we tore out the damaged interior walls, a particularly dirty and dusty job, we showered. While we washed each other, we started body rubbing. We ate our evening meal on the patio naked, and I suggested we go for a naked drive. I had done it before, including round the NC500. Ricky let me drive his Porsche, driving it over 20 miles in daylight on open roads, through hamlets, and cars passing in the opposite direction or us overtaking them.
If someone saw us, they didn't acknowledge it. I turned off onto a dirt track heading to a secluded parking spot where I had been used for sex as a student, overlooking the Pentland Firth with Orkneys in the distance. It was then he said, "I have never willingly been with a guy before, even though my persona and artwork might imply otherwise." I put my arm around him, laid his head on my shoulder as he shared his story.
"I was at a very well-known college for the wealthy and privileged, with many private clubs and cliques. I joined as many as I was accepted for. One night, at a party, I was used and abused by five of them. It was aggressive and demeaning, so much so, I ended up in rehab. The theme of my rehab was to draw what happened to me, and that's when I seriously found photographic artwork. They'd sent me a video of what they did, and because it was so humiliating, I created ten artworks from their video. Each perpetrator would recognise themselves by their traits, as only individuals know. I sent them unsigned artwork copies without a narrative.
I will not share it until our naked Berlin photographs become public. I will be recognized. My friends are now senior government officials, politicians, and media barons. They've said 'publish and be damned.' That is what I intend to do."
That night, we ended up in bed together, and I taught Ricky the ropes. Our relationship became more intense, and he was passionate about photographing us. His passion for Berlin drove his photographing of us, and no one knew about our relationship. When our relationship became public through his artwork, which portrayed our relationship evolving as we renovated his home, the media saw it as 'world-renowned artist and a builder from the Caithness wilderness.'
Back home, we were subject to an orchestrated abusive shit storm generated by the media, as we had stepped out of someone's comfort zone.
So, Toni, I shared my story. What's yours?
"My passion was and still is dancing. When I was 18, I went to a professional dance school in London's west end. My first year went well, and we studied various types of dancing, including erotic. I passed my first-year exams, and during the summer break, we were expected to get practical work experience.
My tutor managed to get me an audition for naked dancing at the back of a chorus line. I gave it my all, but wasn't good enough. However, I was offered a placement by a club entertainment manager who was present. Without thinking, I grabbed it with both hands."
It turned out to be a gay underground club featuring striptease and sex shows. I practiced my performance when the club was closed during the day, yet I still felt extremely nervous. My first night, I wasn't hidden in the shadows, my confidence returned, and it wasn't long before I was engaging with the crowd. I provoked them to touch me, which they did, and this was helped by a fellow employee who also performed on stage and danced with me. More people joined in, eventually making this the most popular event at the club. The owner, who was content with the performance, asked me to raise the club's ratings by performing a live sex show, offering me a significant amount of money to do so.
My college days included diving into the gay world, as it was a common practice for dance students. My friend suggested experiencing it firsthand to know what it entails. At his friend's club in Amsterdam, I was on stage alongside him, a dance sexologist, which was incredibly erotic—the audience cheering and watching us while we danced and had sex.
Consequently, I became a dance sexologist with the resident dancer, a performance that later evolved into engaging the audience to participate in the act. The first night was an absolute success, and I was making astonishing amounts of money as I went back to college. While in college, I continued working part-time for the club and embarked on sexologist tours, performing in European nightclubs, including one in Monaco for the wealthy. I was also hired to manage private parties in luxurious settings, such as country shooting estates and on extravagant yachts. One of my last jobs involved catering to an Irish billionaire, proving to be a series of unforgettable experiences.
So, after Olly left suddenly, and Mr. Fixer was no longer present, I felt somewhat lost. But I discovered that I still craved the rush from this world. I had to collect some construction timber from Aberdeen and waited in a hotel, where I was approached by Mr. Fixer with an invitation to a party that night. I underwent a makeover, including a haircut, makeup, and revealing attire that made me feel like a prostitute. Hired by six of us to cater to the guests' expectations, Mr. Fixer introduced me to an Oil CEO, a brutish man yet incredibly polite and frank—he found the outfit attractive. He groped me through my revealing clothes, then led me to his room. I was given a mind-blowing blowjob and wanted more. We had sex on his bed, and he had me catch up with him.
The following day, I met three more executives at the party. A few days later, there was a tombola, where each guest drew the number of a bedroom where I and the other attendants awaited in fresh makeup and see-through robes. Busy day indeed. Mr. Fixer wanted me to perform a pole dance and a live sex show, but I declined. However, I performed the naked pole dance, and Mr. Fixer managed to find someone else for the live sex show. The contents of the brown envelopes were more than what I would earn in a month plus an extra night with the CEO, which I genuinely enjoyed.
Toni persisted, asking whether I went on any more dance or sexual assignments after that.
"Yes," I responded, "a few more private dance shows and sex performances; one of them included Jack's mother."
When I reached London, I informed Ricky about the interview with Toni. Our conversation by the pillow revealed that his story would likely be featured in the Sunday papers under the title "Two Strangers on a Train," including details about my past. I still pondered over how we managed to have the entire train carriage to ourselves.
Meanwhile, I received a message inviting me to attend a dance audition at Toni's club the next day. Always open to new adventures.
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- Yes, Darling
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- Cherries with Magical Powers: Part 3
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