It seemed Marlon wasn’t so quick with the lies. The knowledge relieved Vahin somehow, as did Marlon’s willingness to play along. At least for now.
“Doesn’t look like a….” ManDonna’s expression creased in confusion, and then she let out a laugh. “Oh!” She turned from Marlon and faced the crowd. “School’s in session, ladies. Here’s a little Drag 101 for you, as I doubt Marlon’s the only meathead not up to date.Fishyrefers to a drag queen like Ariel here”—she swept her hand up and down toward Ariel, who struck a sultry pose—“one who can pass as a gorgeous biological woman.”
ManDonna cocked her brow at the crowd. “And I may not be fishy myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gorgeous or that I’m not a lady.” She grabbed her crotch. “As many of you know.” More hoots and hollers.
“Nor does it mean Ariel looks like a fish. Though she is a rather stunning mermaid, wouldn’t you agree?”
Mary’s burst into applause, and Ariel did a little Marilyn Monroe shake while blowing the audience a kiss.
She turned back to Marlon. “Understand now?”
He nodded.
“Hmmmm… I think you might need more of a lesson, actually.” ManDonna called toward the back, “Put on Shania’s ‘Man, I Feel Like a Woman.’” Then she turned to face Vahin. “We’re about to molest your man. Oops. Sorry ’bout it.” She took a step back. “Ariel, my dear. Teach away.”
Trumpets blared from speakers, followed by the twang of bass, and Ariel moved behind Marlon, completely hidden by his mass. Her sparkling long-nailed hands shot underneath his arms and began to run over his chest and stomach.
Marlon’s eyes went wide and found Vahin.
Again Vahin wondered how to fix this. This was more punishment than he’d bargained for. He didn’t see any way to rescue Marlon. He shrugged in a way of apology and mouthed, “Sorry. Dance.”
Impossibly, Marlon’s eyes bugged out even more.
Ariel’s fingers moved to the top button of Marlon’s shirt and popped it free. Before she could move to the next one, Marlon grabbed her hands.
For a second, Vahin feared he was going to crush them. Marlon sought out Vahin once more, visibly pleading. Again Vahin mouthed his apology, then realized what Marlon needed him to do. He took a deep breath, stood, and began unbuttoning his own shirt and shimmying his body. He kept his gaze trained on Marlon’s. Vahin’s shirt was completely unbuttoned before Marlon released Ariel’s hands and gave a tentative twist of his hips.
Ariel’s hands remained where they were until Marlon’s hips began to swivel more loosely, and then Ariel continued freeing each button. Within ten seconds, Marlon’s shirt was open as well. As she gripped either side of the fabric and began to pull it down his shoulders, Vahin saw Marlon tense again. Vahin slid off his own shirt, barely hearing the roaring of the crowd as they went wild. He walked toward the stage, never breaking eye contact as Marlon’s shirt disappeared.
Vahin stepped on stage as Ariel reemerged from behind Marlon. She held out a hand toward Vahin, stopping him in his tracks. She flipped her blonde hair, bent over, and began to twerk against Marlon’s crotch. Vahin couldn’t help himself—he smiled and lifted his chin toward Marlon in what he meant as a “Come on, I dare you” gesture.
Marlon must have gotten the message, because he hesitantly put both hands on either side of Ariel’s hips, then gave a halfhearted thrust.
ManDonna let out a squeal and slid behind Marlon, taking control of his hips. “Let me show you how a real man does it!” She forced him into gyrating, exaggerated thrusts. After a couple, she released him, but Marlon never lost his rhythm.
And, damn if Vahin didn’t get turned on by the sight. He reached out, gripped one of Ariel’s wrists, and gently pulled her behind himself. With his free hand, he ran his open palm over Marlon’s rippled stomach, then gave a slight pull on his chest hair.
Whatever had been holding Marlon back broke free, and he reached out and pulled Vahin to him, then continued his thrusting.
From the hard, thick jab against his hip, Vahin realized he wasn’t the only one turned on.
Within moments, ManDonna was gyrating against Marlon’s backside as Ariel did the same to Vahin. Their combined motions pressed Marlon’s and Vahin’s bodies firmly closer, the sweat of their skin causing their bare chests to slide together in a way that reminded Vahin of the night before.
Another blare of Shania’s trumpets, and Marlon blew Vahin’s mind by wrapping the crook of his elbow behind Vahin’s neck and pulling him into a lip-crushing kiss.
Whether Vahin should’ve tested Marlon or not, the man had passed a billionfold, and Vahin was going to reward him in every way imaginable when he got Marlon back to his place.
As Marlon plunged his tongue deep into Vahin’s mouth, keeping a rhythmic time with the music that matched his constricted erection’s thrusts, Vahin felt something slip inside him—a melting, a crack, maybe. Whatever it was, there was a flitting second of fear as he realized Marlon was a man who could hurt him. Break his heart in a way he hadn’t allowed in years.
Vahin let the sensation float away, as well as the blare of the music, the pressure of Ariel at his back, and the occasional scrape of ManDonna’s nails. The only thing that existed was the push of Marlon’s hard body and the heat of his kiss.
