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“I’ve got to go,” I told my father. “Have mom text me Bruce’s number, OK? Love you both.”
Then I put the phone in my back pocket and walked over to the big stage, where I was going to have to get a golden bikini off a man who was at least 6 foot 4 with the wingspan of an eagle.
* * *
As I walkedinto the club with Bruce a few days later, I felt reasonably pleased with him. Not only was Bruce fairly tall and attractive, with a respectably buff body and all of his original hair, but he was also an oral surgeon, which seemed nicely stable for Liam, since there was no telling when Beau was going to get us shut down by the city.
“Where is Liam?” I asked Miss Min.
“I think he’s in the gym,” she said distractedly, the various accounting reports for the drag club piled all over her desk.
Strike one.
Now Liam would be all sweaty and disgusting, while Bruce was in a natty three-piece suit.
Maybe Bruce would like that though, I thought hopefully, as we walked down the hallway to the big, expensive in-house gym the queens used.
As I walked in, I saw that most of the queens were there, and I waved Liam over.
He walked over eagerly, and the two men shook hands. I thought they might look good together.
Liam was indeed all sweaty and disgusting, but his hair was attractively mussed and his eyes were bright.
Now, after a few introductory topics of conversation, I could melt gently into the background and they could get to know each other.
Then I heard Beau speak.
“Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” asked Beau, and he was looking at me with those mocking blue eyes, big arms folded over his chest.
I felt a sinking feeling as I saw him lean casually against some of the gym equipment. He was barely wearing a shirt and his shorts were short and tight, and the entire outfit showed off most of his taut, toned body, including outlining what looked like a stupidly big dick. Bruce’s eyes were practically bugging out of his head like an old cartoon character at the sight of Beau.
“No,” I said sharply. “I heard someone saying your deltoids were a little inadequate. You should probably go work on them.”
But Beau only laughed and walked over to us. “I’m Beauchamp de la Fontaine,” he said, using his entire name in what I thought was an unnecessarily sexy French way.
“I know who you are,” breathed Bruce, turning a bit pink.
“That French accent is fake,” I put in. “He’s really from Iowa.” But it was no use at all.
Beau shot me a scornful look, then he jerked his head toward the men’s steam rooms. “I’m done my work out, let me show you around.”
I couldn’t very well go into the men’s steam rooms, and I ground my teeth with annoyance.
Beau must have known perfectly well that I had brought Bruce as a date for Liam.
I watched the three men as they headed into the steam rooms, and I saw Beau put a big hand on the back of Bruce’s neck.
I gritted my teeth and left the gym.
Fucking Beau, of course he had to be one of those guys who looked good even after an hour’s workout.
* * *
I was changingthe display on the wall with our next upcoming performance, and Miss Min had just gone back to the supply room for more paper, when I saw Beau, Bruce, and Liam emerge from the steam rooms.
Bruce couldn’t have looked any more like a guy who had just had the best sex of his life. I turned back to the wall, ignoring them and stapling with sudden ferocity.
But of course, Beau would never leave it there when he could rub my failure in my face.
