"If you'd follow me back here, I'll show you what we have."If you'd follow me back here, I'll show you what we have." She led him into a stark room with bare walls, a low bench, a bed and a closet. On the bed was a tux cutaway jacket, tux shirt, black slacks with a matching set of suspenders, and something that looked like bikini briefs, but with string ties on each side of the waist. She left while he stripped and put on the outfit. The "briefs" were just a thin piece of silky material in an hourglass shape, with barely enough elastic in the border to hold his cock without it spilling out. There were also a pair of thin black slippers, which he put on without socks. When he went back into the living room, the lights were down except for two ceiling spots aimed at the center of the room. He started "strutting his stuff", doing moves he remembered seeing at the ballet and some from TV -- the music was fast rock, and he spun and twisted as he got into the mood. With the lights trained on him, he couldn't really see the girls just outside his area, but they cheered him on as he removed, twirled and tossed the tux jacket. The music turned to Pink Floyd, Yes and King Crimson as he attempted to keep up the pace he had set. Those hours at the health club were paying off now, and he wanted to keep his audience happy. He undid one button of the shirt at a time, finally removing it completely to loud applause and whistles, and swinging it at arms length, feeling it brush against each member of his audience until he let it go. A voice (Ginny's, he thought) said "All right, now, let's really get to it!" He did poses, ballet leaps, kicks and turns for a short while, but knew these women wanted more. He started doing the twist in one spot, pulled the zipper down, and shimmied as the pants snaked their way down his legs to the floor. |