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Ah, an accountant. Now his demeanor made sense.
“Thank goodness for pen names, right?”
He chuckled, nodding in agreement.
“Here we are,” he said, coming to a stop in front of a closed door in the middle of the hall. He pushed it open. “You can get changed in here. Ignore the body glitter and women’s undergarments. This is one of the dancers’ changing rooms.”
Women’s undergarments? He wasn’t going to get any complaints from me.
“Thanks, man,” I said, stepping inside the room.
“No problem. I’m going to hang around for the first few minutes of the shoot, but then I need to leave. My husband will have my head if I’m not home for dinner.” He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance but the cheesy grin on his face said otherwise. “See you in a minute.”
I closed the door and looked around. Individual stations with separate chairs and separate mirrors lined the rectangular room. It looked like the Tasmanian devil had torn through here. Various colored wigs and sparkly scraps of lace littered the station countertops, while extremely high heels cluttered the floor. Tucked in a corner of the room was an aging leather couch. On it was a white box, which I presumed was for me.
The name Beauty & the Boutique was embossed on the top of the box in feminine, pink and gold font. I recalled Paloma, the author Kelly and I met at the mixer that first day, telling us her sister would be supplying clothes for the shoots. But what I found waiting for me inside the box was questionable, regarding whether or not it could be called ‘clothes.’ A black, shiny sequined bow tie and matching…shorts? Very small black spandex shorts at that.
I dragged my hand across my face, shaking my head. My dick was going to hate being crammed into these little things, but hey, I had a job to do. And at least it wasn’t a thong. Thank God it wasn’t a thong.
After getting changed, which took all of two and a half minutes, I lathered the provided coconut oil all over my body. The shit smelled amazing and gave my tanned skin just the right amount of shine.
I felt self-conscious as hell walking back out into the club, finding myself holding my shoulders more stiffly and my arms further away from my body in an attempt to make myself look and feel more masculine.
There were more lights turned on now, highlighting the all-black décor of the club. Jordan was fiddling with a small radio on the bar and Leonard was standing on the stage, talking to the makeup artist from the last shoot and someone else. His back was to me and it was blocking the other person from my line of vision. Then I heard her voice.
Kelendria.
I quickly made my way onto the stage.
“Ah! You’re ready,” Leonard said happily. “We can go ahead and get started. We have to be out of here as soon as possible so they can get ready to open for business tonight.”
His words were muffled, sounding like he was talking to me through a closed door because I was too busy staring at Kelly in awe.
Lani was fussing with her hair, which instead of its usual natural curls was straightened today. It was long and silky, stretching down to the middle of her back. Her makeup was dark—I think my ex used to call it a smoky eye or some shit like that—and her lipstick was a bright red, a nice contrast to her ebony skin tone.
Finished with her hair, Lani stepped back, allowing Kelly to stand up. Seeing what she was wearing, I found myself transfixed—completely and utterly transfixed—like the proverbial deer in headlights. It was a sheer leotard. Through the black mesh, I could see a red thong covering her pussy and also her lack of a bra. Instead, her breasts sat perfectly with red tape over both nipples in the shape of an X. Glitter glistened all over her body, giving her an ethereal glow. Unlike me, she wore shoes: high, skinny heels that made us almost the same height.
I tried to swallow but my mouth was so dry, my throat seemed to have temporarily closed up. All I could do was stand there and try to remember to blink and breathe.
Kelly eyed me, smirking at my outfit.
“Well, don’t you look cute, Channing.” She laughed at her own joke and that snapped me out of the spell she unintentionally had me under.
“Please,” Lani said, walking a circle around me. “He’s way cuter than Channing Tatum!” My co-model didn’t say anything, but I could tell from the look on her face she agreed.
“Er…thanks, I guess,” I replied, finally finding my voice.
Kelly smiled. “So, you ready for this shoot?”
I nodded. “You?”
I was surprised to see a wave of nervousness sweep over her face, disappearing just as quickly as it had come.
Still, uneasiness peppered her tone when she responded, “I guess. This is my first time in…in a place like this.”
I wasn’t surprised by that.
I donned a confident smile and stepped forward to rest my hand on her bare shoulder. Her skin was warm and soft.
