That
Monday Austin came home from work while I was doing bills on the computer, he
said he was taking me out for dinner and that he wanted me to go look at
something-but wouldn’t tell me what. I
was working so I didn’t look up when he came in the room, but the way he kept
modeling in front of the mirror just caught my attention, I finally looked up
and…
“What
did you do?” I asked as I saw his new haircut.
He
grinned, “It’s called a Caesar; do you like it?” I stood up and went over to
feel it. “Yeah, I mean, I loved your old hair too, but yeah, this looks hot…
But hell, what wouldn’t you look hot in?”
“Can’t
you ever just say ‘yes’ or ‘no’???”
I stuck
my tongue out and said “Sure ‘Michael’ whatever you say!”
“Bitch!”
He said as he stuck his tongue out at me before going to change into a brick
red jersey and faded denim jeans.
Thirty
minutes later we were eating at a Japanese restaurant in
“Ok,
after dinner I want to take you somewhere. And I don’t want you to freak out.
Promise?”
“Nooooo, not before I know what we’re doing and where you’re
taking me.”
“We’ll
go after dinner, just promise me you won’t embarrass me please!”
I just
gave him a scowl and purposefully ate a spicy tuna roll.
“Hey, if
you can make me eat raw fish on faith, I think I deserve a little credit here.”
He said taking my last spicy tuna roll and crunching up his nose as he popped
it in his mouth.
“Ok,
good point.” I said tipping my red ball cap to him.
After he
paid and left a handsome tip, he drove us to a seedier area and stopped in
front of a tattoo parlor, I just turned and gave him a quizzical “are you
serious?” look. He smiled at me and said
“Come on!” with a lot of enthusiasm. I
had no idea what to think, I certainly hadn’t thought of this before.
Inside
“Ok,
what the hell are you doing?” I asked as much confused, as I was weirded out.
“Relax
baby, I don’t expect you to get one, I know they kinda
hurt, but… you won’t mind will you?” He asked with his big blues sparkling away
at me.
“No, as
long as it’s not on your face or too big I guess not.” I said smiling… I knew I
could slip from sarcasm to bitchy real fast and was trying to stop this from
happening.
The guy
came back in and looked over at me without expression, “Alex, this’ll take
about two or three hours, why don’t you go find something to do while we do
this.” I looked at
They
were glad to see me and I came in and had a beer while we talked about the
upcoming bachelor party.
“Alex, I
know you’re kinda in charge of this party, I want you
to promise that you won’t let him get too drunk or let anything happen with a
girl, ok?” Korma asked after we’d been talking.
“Girls???
Honey, this is a bachelor party, what makes you think they’ll be any
girls?” I said screwing up my face.
“Well,
it’s traditional.” She said giving Phil, who was laughing, a stern look.
“Honey,
if there are any girls there I promise Phil won’t be interested.” I said with a
grin.
“Why
not?” She asked a little confused.
“Cause
they’ll probably be hung better then me.” Phil interjected with perfect
delivery. We all gotta good laugh.
“So
either of you know what
I
finally said goodbye and hugged them both, and went back to find out what my badboy boyfriend was doing to himself. On the way over I realized that between the
Seattle Scene and a new boyfriend, I had stopped having much of a social life
and realized it was nice just dropping in on friends. Since it appeared as though my relationship,
however weird it was, had become stable, I figured it was time that Austin and
I began visiting.
As I
arrived at the tattoo parlor, the guy who ran it was nowhere to be seen, but
“Hey
you.” He called over with a grin.
“Whatchya doing Mr. Secretive?” I shot back with a smirk as
I walked over planning to see what he’d had done.
“It’s
not a secret, it woulda been except Donno told me it would take a few more session to finish
this.”
“Well hell,
I coulda bloodied your arm up for you if that’s what
you wanted.” I said smartly.
“Look
closer.”
There,
beneath the blood and puffiness in beautiful script surrounded by Celtic knots,
was unmistakably; “ALEX”. I choked up and looked from it to his
sparkling saphires several times before my throat
would work, “
“It
means I love you ya big dambass, it means that… even
if for some reason I screw up and we can’t always be together, that I’ll always
carry you with me; unashamed and
proud.” He caught the tears welling in
my eye so he quickly added,
“Or that
I’ll have to date girls named Alexis the rest of my life.”
I looked
at him as this giant bubble of emotion swelled up in me and as I looked into
his smiling face he said “Don’t you cry on me now, don’t you dare embarrass me
asshole.” Of course he was smiling and teasing as he said this, but I knew he’d
be embarrassed so I just gasped out, “I’ll go wait in the Jeep.” And I almost ran out as the tears ran down my
face. I sat on the passenger’s side as I
always did when
We drove
for a few minutes before either of us said anything, I finally asked, “What
does this mean
“It
means, that I know you’ve been worried about me going out and meeting women,
or…” he shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe even another guy… And I’m not so good
with words, not like you are, I don’t sing, can’t sing really. And I wanted to do something to show you
that…” He paused as we pulled up to a light, “That I’m serious, that I’m
committed. And despite what Phoebe told
you, I don’t see myself going out and cheating on you.”
“Can I
cry now?” I asked through welled up tears and a choked up voice. “Yeah baby, go
for it.” He said reaching over and holding my knee.
“Why the
tattoo though?” I asked later on.
“Well,
I’ve been looking at these other body builders and some of the club guys at the
Parliament house, and tattoos seem to be kinda in,
and some of them look pretty hot. And
since I’m your leather wearing badboy… I just got ta thinking…”
“”I like
it.” I said smiling over at him.
“Yeah,
Thought you might.”
“So, you
want me to get a tattoo?” I asked suddenly thinking of it.
“Only if
you want to, I mean, I know you won’t cheat on me.”
“Oh? I
asked curious, “How’s that?”
“Easy,
on one hand you know if I ever caught anyone on my property, I’d beat them so
bad with my slugger you’d need a wet vac to clean
them up.”
I
smirked, I knew he was only half joking, but I also knew there was no need to
worry. And I knew without having to ask
him that he would indeed go all hulk-like at anyone assuming his position.
“And the
other hand?” I asked.
“And on
the other hand I take a magic marker every night after you go to sleep and
write, “This is the property of Austin Camble, so back off!”” across your ass.
And we
both laughed and carried on the rest of the way home.
After a
particularly acrobatic and intense “work out” that night, we lay in bed, me
cradled in his massive arms, feeling his chest hair on my back and relishing
the goatee his boss had given him permission to grow as long as he kept it
neat.
“Alex,
can I ask you a… weird question?”
“Sure
baby, what?” I said as I took his hand in mine and wrapped it further and
tighter around myself.
“How do
I… I mean, DO I do it for you? Am I any
good or are you just…” He was stuttering and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.
“You
mean, HOW do you compare to Jason?”
“Well, kinda, but I mean, all of them, to the guys who’ve been gay
longer.”
“Well
answer me this, which of your girlfriends was the absolute best sex?” I asked
hoping to get him to see how silly his question was.
“Well….
You! And then… well… maybe, Sarah. She
gave pretty good head.” He said with no thought or hesitation.
“God I
love you!” I said as I rolled over to kiss him.
“Listen,”
I said “Each guy I’ve been with, I mean for any time, not just one night
stands, has brought a different set of skills and strengths to the table,
including Jason, he was a passionate and very smooth lover, but honey, who am I
with? Who does everyone we know, KNOW I
should be with? Who has made me cum
hands free? Who can give me an aching
erection with just a small glance and a half smile?” I asked him warmly.
Because of the dark, I couldn’t read his face.
“There’s
no comparison
“So
you’re not upset cause I’m not… experienced?” He asked earnestly.
“EXPERIENCED???
“Nooooo, Alex, I never felt that way, I think of you as my
teacher… Like all I do is try to find new ways to please you” I could hear his
doubt dissipating, his ego had been stroked and his insecurities banished. Tops and straight men…. God help me they have
delicate egos.
“You do
baby, all the time.” I said as I snuggled closer.
“So
you’re not… you know, Comparing me against your old girlfriends?” I asked
curious as I snuggled into his arm pit.
“Hell
no… well, no, not really” He said oblivious thinking of something.
“BUT…” I
offered.
“Well, I
uh… I kinda liked how they were always depending on me…
I liked feeling important, like they needed me.” He said softly, trying not to
upset me.
“
“I know Alex,
and I’ll never be able to repay what you’ve done… But,… I need… NEED to stop
relying on you like you were my parent or something.” We were both quiet a few minutes lost in
thought, but pressing against each other and caressing each other.
“We need
to get a place that belongs to both of us, and not just me, don’t we?” I asked.
“Hadn’t
really thought of that, but it might help,”
“And
Austin, if it helps, the one time I was defenseless you were there, I don’t
need defending from physical stuff, guys don’t scare me, but words, nasty
little queens, assholes who want to pray on my emotions, that’s my weakness.
And when that guy at the P-house made fun of me, you were a raging tiger and I
never felt so… protected in my entire life. Honey, all those years of being
picked on and teased did two things, it forced me to find a way to defend my
body, and it left big insecurities… I need your protection for those more then
any girl has needed her honor defended.
Ok?” I asked
“Yeah
baby, and thanks.”
We were
quiet a few minutes when
Then I
felt his finger tracing something on my ass and he softly said, “This is the
property of Austin Camble…” Then we both started laughing.
Wednesday
after I got home I found Austin and Mrs. Tremere in our kitchen cooking away at
some chicken in a cream sauce dish that smelled amazing. I was sitting on a stool bantering with them
when I got a phone call.
“Alex?”
It was Natasha.
“Yes
Love, what can I do you for?” I responded glibly.
“I need
to ask your permission before I do something.
I know it’s a big deal so I want your permission first.”
“What is
it?” I asked my curiosity totally peaked.
“Well,
on the weekends, our lead male dancer slash stripper just quit. And I was thinking that since you’re so busy
at the
He
didn’t finish, he didn’t have to, it was obvious he was thinking of
“Honey,
I know you’re apprehensive, but you know I’ll take care of him, I wouldn’t
let Jake
hurt you and I sure as shit wouldn’t let
I was
quiet a second before saying, “You promise me you’ll keep him out of trouble?”
“Alexander,
nothing goes on that I don’t find out about, no one scores, no one hooks up, no
one farts without someone telling me. I
know EVERYONE that works there and all the regulars. Trust me, Austin won’t
piss without me knowing about what colour it is. And I’ll put out the word that he’s off
limits.”
“I just
don’t know Natasha, He’s so new, and so young.”
“Who’s
so young?”
“You
are, you’re a fucking gay tadpole!” I said back to him as I got hit with a
pillow.
“I need
to know today Alex, we have to find someone before this weekend, they need to
train.” Natasha said in my ear. I
closed my eyes and my head swirled as I tried to figure out what to do, finally
I said,
“Austin,
Natasha wants to talk to you; she needs to ask you something.” And I handed him
the phone and went out to the kitchen to get a beer and talk to Mrs. Tremere.
“So,
“If we
can find a place we can afford and maybe a little closer to
“With a
mother in law apartment of course, that’ll be the selling point.” I said
quickly, She laughed her hardy laugh and
waved me away dismissively.
“You are
an incorrigible young man, this you know, yes?” She laughed. I just smirked and
reached a finger in to touch the sauce for a quick taste.
“No fingers!”
She said sternly swatting at my quickly disappearing hand as I ran to the other
side of the counter.
“So what
is this phone call that has you upset and your boyfriend so excited?” She
asked. She knew to ask this because his voice was very loud and he’d whooped
and hollered a few times. And let’s face
it I was as hard to read as a stop sign.
I made a
face, “
“And
this bothers you Mon Cher?”
“It
worries me,
“Dear,”
She said stepping up to me and placing a hand over mine.
“While I
have no doubt that there is plenty for
I
thought of his taking drugs, of eating up attention, and his desire to make
more money then me, I could see any one of these leading him down a path away
from me.
“Faith
Mon Cher, in your boyfriend and, maybe also, in
love.”
“Oh my
GOD, ALEX!!!! Can you believe it???” An overly excited
I really tried to be happy, I tried to burry
my worries but my smile wasn’t convincing.
“Yeah,
that’s great Baby, now we both have jobs here and there, performing.” I said
smiling.
“Ok,
what the hell’s wrong then… I thought this was great news, why am I getting the
“Go ahead and go out with your buddies” message my girlfriends used to give me
when they didn’t mean it?
“I will
go get the bread and tea from my apartment boys, you need to talk.” Mrs.
Tremere said as she went to our door.
“Honey,
I have all the faith I could possibly have in you, I don’t trust the predators
that hang out in gay bars though, I’m scared they’ll see you, realize you’re
new, and eat you alive.” I said trying to smile up at him.
“Austin,
Natasha already told me how you felt, and she said that we should go there
tomorrow night so she could take us around to meet everyone at the bar before
work and she’d convince us both that it would be safe.” He said holding my hand in his.
“Besides”
Austin grinned, “Not only would you be dating a male stripper, which is kinda like dating an underwear model,” He added with a
knowing look, “BUT, I’d be eligible to
play on the P-house gay softball team then.” He said this with a puffed out
chest a hint of an evil “I’ll wipe the ground with those other teams,” grin.
“Ok,” I
sighed as I relented, “We’ll go see Natasha tomorrow.”
“I’m not
gonna fuck up what we have baby, I haven’t looked at
another fucking person since I’ve met you.
Well, I have, but… only to see what I want to do to make myself better
and more attractive,” He said fingering his unfinished tattoo. “Alex, I never
had that with anyone before, I always felt I was talking what was available and
looking for something better.” He said pulling me close and wrapping his
anaconda like arms around me.
“I love
you Austin Camble,” I mumbled in his sweet smelling chest.
“I know,
now will you do something for me?” He asked warmly.
“Anything
baby…”
“Go set
the table, the Chicken just started to bubble.” He said reaching over to stir
the sauce.
“Yes
Sir!” I said knowing what kind of reaction I was going to get.
“Yeah
Baby, THAT’s what I’m talking about!”
Dinner
was fabulous, but just to be a brat I looked over at Mrs. Tremere and told her
how wonderful it was, even though she had barely helped.
I played
innocent when
I knew
As Mrs.
Tremere was leaving, she turned to me and said, “You do such a good job of
winding that poor boy up, thank god I won’t be home tonight.” I was suddenly intrigued as she was always at
home at night. But as I started to ask her what she meant she waved me off and
said I had other concerns at the moment.
I wanted to ask her all about it, but I felt
“Yeah, hon?” I asked as I turned to face him. With his most serious face, he said, “Ok,
strip, and hand me your clothing.” I was about to protest when he suddenly and
loudly said, “NOW!” I know my ass
clenched involuntarily, and I was sure he had an erection already. God almighty,
his eyes were just dazzling. But wordlessly
I began to strip. My heart beating on
double speed in anticipation of whatever he was planning.
When I
stood before him naked, feeling very vulnerable, he just looked me over then
said, “Clean up the table and the kitchen, all of it. You have 20 minutes. When you’re done knock
on the bedroom door and wait.”
23
minutes later I knocked on the door.
“You’re late!” he called out as I heard the VCR click off. “Sorry, the pan was really hard to…” “I don’t
want excuses, get your ass in here and prepare for your punishment.”
“Yes
Sir” I said as I entered the room. As I suspected, he was decked out in his
leathers and had a few things piled on the bed.
These included my collar, handcuffs, a few leathery things, and links of
chain at the head of the bed. I was
stunned, and looked up to his eyes, worried about what he was planning. All he did was hold my gaze and say “Trust
me!” So I nodded my apprehension palpable.
“Come on
“God,
what a perfect ass!”
A few
more open handed swats and he lifted me up suddenly and laid me on the
bed. How he could take an act like
spanking and wearing leather, and make it tender, and loving, was a tribute to
his honest nature, and my trust in him.
I acted nervous just for the dramatic effect, but he knew I loved it and
I knew he knew this. So I wasn’t
concerned when he chained my hands over my head and my feet to the
footboard. I wasn’t concerned when he
sat at my side and smiled down at me with an evil smirk. I was only mildly concerned when he grinned
down at me and asked, “You know I love you right?”
But I
was in hell when he took a finger and wiggled it in my armpit and dragged it
slowly down my side to tickle me. And
from there it got worse, and no matter how much I yelled or pleaded or
struggled, he just wouldn’t stop tickling me.
I bucked and laughed and squealed and panted and finally when no more
sound was coming from me and he became worried that I’d pee on the bed, so he’d
stop. And a minute later, after talking
sweetly to me, he’d move his fingers to my feet and start all over. After he was done, hours and hours later
(well, maybe 30 minutes) he made me promise on Gloria Gaynor
that I wouldn’t get him back after he’d released me.
As he
stripped and climbed into bed beside me and snuggled close, he wrapped me in
his massive arms and made me glad I was so much smaller then him.
“You
learn your lesson now?”
“Nope.”
I said as I pressed back against him.
“Good
boy!” he said very pleased before rolling on top of me.
The next
day we came home from work and changed and headed down to
My
spider senses were going wild as soon as we saw Michael sitting there waiting
for us, SMILING! Now he had several
faces I had come to expect anytime he was expecting me, bored, impatient, mad,
pissed, and let’s not forget sarcastic bitch face, but smiling??? Something was
intrinsically wrong with Michael smiling; it was like a rabbit chasing a fox or
a statue shitting on a pigeon.
“All
right, who’d you run over?” I asked as I sat down opposite Michael. Michael stuck his tongue out at me and
sneered a minute. “Shut up, why are you
always trying to ruin my good moods?” he said a lot less snappy then his usual
retorts.
“Michael,
dear, love of my life, YOU don’t have good moods, so what’s up?” I asked.
“Ok, so
spill it, I want to hear every detail!” I said as
“It’s
still too early to know how it’s going, but…” Michael gave me an odd look I
didn’t understand. “Let’s just say
I’ll tell you everything once I know what’s going on, ok?”
I was
about to push for more info when Julie came over smiling, “Hello Alex, Michael,
“So
“Only
for you big guy,” He teased back.
“Hey!” I
protested.
“Shut up
Alex, if he wants to dance for me that’s his choice.” Michael interjected.
“Like
hell it is!” Austin laughed as he nudged me playfully. “I gotta
go get permission to shake this grove thang when we
leave here.” He said smiling sideways at me.
“Alex,
stop being such a bully.” Michael said in uncharacteristically passive terms.
“Ohhh, I gotta meet the man that
has you all blushing and coy.” I teased as I finished dipping my summer roll in
peanut sauce before popping it in my mouth.
Michael
gave me a weird look and then rolled his eyes, “freakin
drama queen!”
So we
bantered and Austin told Michael about our starting to look for a new place and
about Ryan and Michael’s impending wedding.
After dinner Michael said he had to go and meet the new guy for dinner
plans. It was weird seeing him so… sooo… attentive to somebody else? I wasn’t sure yet what was going on, but my
antennae were tingling.
So
Floppy, (god he hated that name) and I went over to the Casa del P-house to see
Natasha.
“Well,
well, well, if it ain’t Bullwinkle and his flying
squirrel.” Natasha said only half in her costume so far.
“Hey
Rocky, watch while I pull a faggot out of my hat!” I said as I put my hand on
her head.
“DAMN
I’m good!” I said as I spun around and sat on Austin’s lap in her chair.
“Honeycakes, don’t make me stuff you in my bra.” Natasha
said fixing her wig on. Finally she
turned to find us kissing.
“Will
you two cut it the hell out, y’all look like somethi’n
Norman Rockwell woulda painted if he were rolling on
X.” Natasha teased.
“Hmmm,”
I said, “Tom of Finland by night and Norman Rockwell by day,” I then arched my
eyes playfully at Austin who was laughing.
“Darling,”
she said to Austin, “Why don’t you go find Quin and
ask him to show you the costume room and what I picked out for your number
tonight, then change and come on back while your wife and I talk?” It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and he
laughed at me being called his wife as he went.
“Now,
are you really ok with this or should I keep looking for a permanent male
lead?” Natasha asked me.
“You
know what I’m scared of hon, he thinks its all games
and that everyone will respect him because of his size, he can’t believe that
there are more people like that asshole in Gainesville out there… or even just
creeps who want to seduce him away.” I said folding my arms over my chest.
“He
will, and sooner then you might think, he’ll have me around him most of the
time he’s here, and I’ve already spread the word among all other employees that
we treat Austin like a kid brother, a ‘married’ kid brother. Cause Alex, honey,
after all the work I done getting you away from that faggot Jake, I ain’t about to let anyone else hurt you. I’ll teach him all about the people and
crowds and who he can trust and who he can’t…
But Alex, I gotta tell you, I don’t think you
have a damn thing to worry about with him, I wish to hell I had a boy looking
at me the way he does you. Chirst Almighty!” Natasha said standing up to fix her eye
make-up.
“I
know,” I said blushing, “like I said, it isn’t him or you I’m worried
about.”
“Honey,
you just let someone think they’ll get away with picking him up in my club,
before he can punch their lights out I will be on them like a whole mess of
angry bees with hangovers and bad hair!” She said slipping further and further
into her gospel roots and picking up on that Martin Luther King Cadence when
she proclaimed her beliefs.
“Ok,
OK,” I said laughing and holding up my hands in surrender. “Just make sure he
gets the tips first!”
“Whoring
your boyfriend, you ain’t right you little Pimp
daddy!” Natasha teased.
“Hey, we
gotta find a place and we’ll need more money to do
that.” I laughed.
Natasha
turned around and looked at me with an ‘ohhh I got a
great idea!’ look crossing her face. “Honey, tell mama what you’re looking
for.”
“Well,
we want to find a place that’s ‘ours’ and not just mine. And also something a little closer to
Orlando, DeLand is just too damn far to drive all the time.” I said.
“So what
about College Park, would that be too far?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.
“College
park??? Honey, we’re talking about renting, we can’t afford college park, hell,
we can’t afford to rent a front porch in college park.” I said
“That ain’t what I asked, what I need to know is if it would be a
good spot for you?” She asked again, I knew she was getting at something, and I
knew she had a plan, but damn if I could see where she was going.
“The
only thing, aside from price then, is that our weekday jobs are in Deland
still, and though it would be nicer going against the I-4 traffic jam, that’s
still a bit of a ride.”
“Honey,
if you lived in College Park, you could get a thousand better paying jobs than
you can find in DeLand, or just transfer your damn bank job down here, they
only have fifty thousand branches down here.”
“And we
come back to the affording problem again unless you’re planning to let us move
in with you and Cole.”
“Good
GOD no!” She said turning to face me with her hands on her hips. “But that
mother in law bungalow out back is gonna be empty
soon, Rachel and Ronda are moving to Portland or somewhere all Birkenstocky. Cole
was gonna put it up for rent again, but I’m sure we
could work something out; plenty of room for a couple.” She sang in her deep
alto.
“What?”
“Wanna come over tomorrow and see it?” She asked.
I was… flabbergasted,
“Are you
serious? Of course I want to see it,
Jesus H Christ!”
“Yeah,
it’s not nearly as nice as what Cole and I have now, but it’s not like I’d
throw you in a shit hole.” She said with
a laugh. “What do you pay for rent now?”
“Six
forty five a month.”
“Hmmm,
well I’ll have to talk it over with Colie, the girls
were paying twelve hundred a month.” Natasha said, I choked and looked at her
with huge eyes.
“Well
obviously I’ll get you a better deal, probably eight a month until you can
afford more. Sound good so far?”
“Hell
yeah! Natasha, I-I can’t even believe
this.”
“Honey,
who ALWAYS takes care of you when you need help?”
“My big
sister.” I said grinning
“That’s
right baby.” She said giving me her Diva face before she checked her rouge.
“Ummm, Nate, could you not tell
Austin about it just yet?” I asked softly.
She turned to look at me suspiciously.
“I know
he ain’t the sharpest crayon in that box, but don’t
you think he’ll realize you’re not coming home after a while? Besides, you know
how bad an idea secrets are don’t you?”
“It’s
not like that; I’m thinking… this might make an awesome Christmas present.” I
said grinning like I’d won the lottery.
“Oooooh, you got the Devil in you Alex Camble!” I grinned as she’d used Austin’s last name.
“Oh
that’s for sure Mrs. Natasha.” I said in my best southern cadence.
“What’s
for sure?” Austin said coming back in the room.
“That
your wife’s a nasty she devil!” Natasha said grinning at me.
“Ohhh, that’s DAMN sure right! You should see him acting all
Jezebel and shaking his ass at me.” Austin said as he came into view, wearing a
black cowboy hat, no shirt, insanely tight jeans, and boots. My heart stopped, my eyes bulged, and our
eyes locked.
“Wow!”
was all I could gasp out.
“You
like it huh?” He said coyly tipping his bat back a bit as if it were part of
his everyday attire. I just nodded affirmatively. He grinned and cocked his head boyishly to
the side.
“Alex,
you better leave till we go on later, I don’t wanna
clean up this dressing room after the two of you go all bucking bronco sex
maniac on me.” Natasha said though she was equally transfixed on him, he of
course was devouring our looks.
“Uummm, yeah, I gotta go talk to
Henna and Jorge for a little while anyways, I’ll be back after practice so I
can uhhh…” I hesitated as he undid his top button
while staring at me suggestively with a smile just this side of pure seduction.
“Protect
him form the crowd?” Natasha offered.
“No!” I
said making a face at her, “tease him till he rapes me.” I said as though it were
the most obvious thing in the world. Then I got up and went to Austin for a
kiss.
“So I
should wear this home?” Austin asked as he scooped me up for a kiss.
“Just
the hat,” I said after he’d kissed me. “We are so going to have to get you a
few of those.” I said weakly as he gently set me down and I left all air-headed
and disoriented. The two of them laughed
at my awkward departure.
Fifteen
minutes later I was at the Seattle Scene drinking an Iced Latte talking to
Henna as Jorge wasn‘t there yet.
“Ok
Henna, what’s going on? Why’d you call me this morning?”
“Well,
several reasons, we need to talk about a contract between the Tellers and this
shop, and I want to start offering you more money for playing, I also wanted to
tell you that Jason is back in town and he was asking about you.” She said this
carefully to see how I’d react.
“I’ve
been thinking about him a lot Henna, I don’t know if I’ll grow out of it, or
just have to learn to live with it, but I still feel awful about how everything
ended… Even Austin feels bad for Jason.”
“I don’t
know what to tell you, it was a crazy situation… but Jason told me he’s the one
who made you go see Austin. Anyway Alex,
I just wanted to tell you he was back and he was checking on you…” She said
with a warm smile.
“Now,
let’s talk contracts awhile…” She continued as she got out a legal pad.
Although
I had no authority to sign anything as the group hadn’t talked about a “leader”
or a manager for the group yet, I did talk things out and had a tentative plan
worked for the other to look at this weekend.
Basically, we were bound to eight nights a month, which would be the
normal weekends we worked now or if we got more business, which was looking
very likely, we’d do some combination of those nights with the option for more
if we wanted.
Our
popularity and show presence was such that Henna and Jorge were already looking
at expanding, either building onto their place, or possibly buying a new place
with more room. The Tellers had already
done three weddings and a birthday party, and we were turning down Christmas
jobs as we were already booked solid through New Years.
At nine
o’clock I went back to the P-house and got in free, as Natasha had made sure
the doorman knew me. I didn’t want to
disturb Austin or Natasha so I got a drink and wondered around till the show
started at ten. It was a typical drag
show and I was basically bored except when Natasha would come out and do comedy
and harass the audience. That was until
a short white drag queen named Jasmine La’Tour came
out in a flannel country girl garb and started doing a Reba number, and at her
chorus Austin strode out with his body oiled, his jeans unbuttoned partially,
his black cowboy hat pushed back on his head, and his smile plastered across
his face. My god he was just a totally
stunning man! I got a huge thrill
knowing this man, this cowboy icon, was going home with me and that regardless
of all the men here, I was the guy he was smiling at.
They did
a coy teasing and backing away routine and finally as the song ended Jasmine
fell in his arms. Both of them had done
quite well tip wise.
At the
end of the show Natasha came out and introduced the other Drag queens and then
said, “And replacing our former lead male Paulo, and coming to our aid is a
personal friend and a truly stunning man, please help me in welcoming former
amateur strip winner Austin Camble to our stage and to our happy little
dysfunctional family.” And Austin walked out still in his cowboy get up with
his thumbs stuck in belt loops and his face all smiles and blushes. And the
audience gave him a loud round of approval.
A while
later as I danced by myself in the club area, a tall guy came from behind and
starting grinding his crotch into my ass. “My boyfriend’s gonna
kick your ass!” I said loudly over my shoulder. “He should keep better track of
you then!” Austin said in my ear as he bent over and wrapped his arms around me
and stood up spinning me around. Finally
he sat me down and spun me around to pick me up in a big kiss. He was still wearing the cowboy hat.
“Sooo, uhhh, you wanna stay and dance ooorr…”
Austin was saying in a teasing tone as he gave me a knowing look and smile and
ran his finger from my collar down my chest.
“Race
you to the jeep!” I said as I darted past him and dodged my way through the
crowd. I ran right out of the building
and heard Austin laughing as he ran up and smacked my ass as his long legs took
him past me, then he stopped suddenly and turned to look at me.
“Ok,
where the hell’s the Jeep?” He asked grinning.
I walked
up and grabbed his arm and slung it over my shoulder and lead him to the
jeep. “Come on cowboy, I’ve got a job
for you back home.”
“You gotta Filly needs taming?” He said in his best southern
drawl.
“Nope,
but I’m hoping you’ll put some posts in a hole I have… Ohhh,
and I have this Colt that’s just impossible to handle…”
As he
swung into the driver’s seat, Austin looked over at me with a wink and tipped
his hat back as he smiled. “Well, hells bells!
That sounds like a job right up my alley.”
“Hmmm, I
was hoping it was gonna go right up my alley…” I said
absent mindedly, I didn’t look, but I knew the jeep suddenly picked up speed on
the drive home.
Austin
screwed me that night on the table, on the couch, on our bed, on the floor, and
in the chair in our room… And sure enough, it actually bruised my ass and the
next day, I was both dragging tired, and walking funny. James and Marika wouldn’t let up on me all day.
Later I
called Austin and told him I was going to practice then drove down to see
Natasha, it was funny to see Natasha outside the club, he was unsure whether to
go all drag all the time, or to dress as a man between performances… so he
compromised, he wore mans shorts, a tube top, some face make up and eyeliner,
though very toned down from his stage makeup… He wore no wig and his hair was
short and receding, and he seemed to shrink three feet in stature. Of course part of that was the heels and him
not being on stage.
“Hello
gorgeous!” I said when he opened his front door.
“Please,
Gorgeous is in five hours, now I’m just, ‘presentable” She said letting me
inside.
So
Natasha led me out back down a heavily gardened path to a patio that overlooked
the bungalow. It really was cute. So Natasha opened the French door and let me
look at the place. Although they were
Lesbians, the interior said “French country classic” and not “Home Depot.” The walls were either white, or a light
blue, there was a lot of white lattice work and a huge amount of wrought iron
through the place and hundreds of candles.
There was a master bedroom, a smaller bedroom, a small office, a kitchen
and pantry that led to a separate dining room over looking the patio and the pool. There were one and a half bathrooms, and the
closets were huge.
I turned
to face Natasha with a look of amazement on my face.
“So it
meets your approval then?” Natasha asked sarcastically.
“Ummm, yeah, I think we can make due…” I offered coolly, she
knew I was caught hook line and sinker.
What the hell is a sinker anyways???
She told
me that all the furniture was going with the girls and all that would be left
were the appliances. After talking over
what I was thinking about what to do with the place, and talking over when they
were leaving, we went back and Natasha fixed a salad and meat loaf with mashed
potatoes. Cole came home from work
shirtless and totally dirty. It was
almost impossible to tell he had blond hair and a goatee under all his sweat
and grime. Cole was a big construction worker. However, neither his tastes, his
appearance, nor his manner gave any hint that he was gay. He didn’t like going out, didn’t like clubs,
and had never danced in his life. But he
was totally dedicated to Natasha, and they made an impossible relationship
work.
Cole
wasn’t a man of words and all choices about renting me the bungalow were left
to Natasha. After dinner we talked a
while and then I drove back home, overjoyed that not only was everything
falling into place, but now I had a great present for my cowboy husband and we
were moving closer to Michael and Ryan and his Michael. We’d also be closer to our night jobs.
I got
home and walked in to find Austin standing in the living room facing me with a
strange expression on his face.
“Hi
baby!” I said still happy from all my nights conspiring.
“So
where were you tonight?” Austin asked with a strange edge.
“I was
practicing with Mari…” I never got to finish that statement.
“FUCKING
LIAR!” Austin suddenly yelled as his weird mood erupted.
“You
were with Jason! He left a message
earlier hoping he’d get a chance to see you!” Austin said through gritted
teeth. I was shocked right off my high.
“Nooo, I… I…” I couldn’t tell him where I’d been.
“So if I
go out and look at your gas gage, it won’t show me a trip to Orlando tonight?”
Austin asked trying to suppress his rage.