It was certainly shiny - and smelled like vanilla. Smiling sourly, he poured a handful of lube and started smearing it on his chest. He stepped out of the stall and stood in front of the full-length mirror against the far wall. A quick brush made his hair fall just past his shoulders rather nicely. He tugged the elastic from his hair and took off his glasses. They went up over his knees but he'd broken them in really well at the last competition. It was water soluble, so it ought to come off easier than oil. His skin was sensitive to oils, so rather than baby oil he figured the edible lube he'd picked up at `Presario's' would work on his chest and ass for shine. Crouching, he opened it and dug out his tall black leather pirate boots, the tiny leather pouch for his dick and a bottle of clear lube. Sighing, Trey walked into the biggest stall, the one with the handrails all the way around it, and dropped his bag. Probably because he was the only guy there. The men's room was huge, hospital green and pristinely clean. He must have been out of his mind to agree to this. Trey gave her a thumbs-up and bolted into the men's room with his tiny bag. "Well go get naked, we'll put on the music when you get on the stage." "That's quite okay, I'm good!" Leonora set her hands behind her and pouted. Good God no! Trey threw up his hands, his smile tight with alarm. "Okay, do you need help getting ready?" She winked suggestively. Looping her arm through his, she led him all the way to the back, where the men's room was. Leonora came out of the crowd wearing a slinky red dress that almost contained her boobs and butt. He looked around at all the seriously drunk women. Stage fright was something that happened before a performance, never during, but this. Trey hit the aged bar for a shot of scotch to get up the guts to go take his clothes off for them. However, despite his glasses, and ponytail, the ladies seemed happy to see him, in fact he had to dodge more than a few enthusiastically groping hands. It looked like he was the only male there, beyond the staff anyway. And all of them were deep into getting blitzed out of their minds. There were a lot of women there, a whole lot.
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