Chapter 6 – Tickle Me Pink
by Backseat Devil
He had circled the block three times and is sitting in the parking lot of a dark pink building with his hands seemingly glued to the steering wheel. There was a weeks worth of phone calls, downloaded videos, online stories, and medical chart diagrams laying out the inner workings of the lower gastrointestinal system of the male anatomy. He had incidental sex a few times in the past year, usually from the Galleria in totally innocent situations.
No wonder the obscene phone caller came from the Galleria. These people are wanting sex all the time.
After each incident James would run home and analyze everything like a football play book. He would go minute by minute in furious scrutiny trying to understand the physical aspects as well as the mentality of those using intentional online “looking for now” rushness or the incidental mid-shopping “I wouldn’t mind some of the sex this afternoon, let me just purchase these jeans, grab a latte and… are we going to your place or mine?”
Who has a life so leisure that they can just haphazardly reassign an hour of the day for spontaneous sex and coffee?
He does, apparently while trying to mind his own business shopping for clothes. But for what he is trying to achieve, he’d rather be a little more scheduled than random. Being a perfect child meant his life is compartmentalized into equitable groupings so as to accommodate everyone’s expectations adequately, and then to exceed them with minimal effort. He is much more comfortable with the idea of working at a place where anything of a sexual-type nature is in a rhadamanthine setting in the reserved rooms of a fetish facility recently converted from a dentist office.
The old large intricately carved wood panel door with a horizontal spiral handle is less of an issue since the front of the establishment faced Westheimer Road, meaning someone is going to see me, move your fucking ass inside. Entering the Tickle Me Pink box of a waiting room meant sanctuary… a sanctuary with an overstuffed love seat, a wood occasional chair, fake banana tree, a pepper of small tables salted with magazines, a hidden camera bubble, and a receptionist sliding glass window with a ledge. Behind the window sat Ozzy.
Hello. Welcome to Feathers. How can I help you?
(Cast of Characters.)
Ozzy: A 26-year-old six-foot tall slightly goth thin-frame obviously out guy with medium length brown hair sometimes combed close to the head and sometimes slightly awry, but always with a bleached streak of bangs running across his face and behind his ear. He is a costume designer wearing various hand-constructed clothes and unique alterations to store bought apparel accompanied with deconstructed accessories. His smile is as captivating as his poise. Even the way he eats his sandwich is in distinct grace. He has opinions about everything from Madonna’s recently famous Gaultier cone corset to the suits and hair in the Nine Inch Nails “Closer” video James is currently obsessed with.
The eloquence of his current persona is somewhat of an achievement. As a young child his mother had killed his father with an ax for cheating on her. She was still a free woman by reason of insanity as she made a pitcher of iced tea before calling the police on herself. In high school he and his best friend ditched the band trip they were suppose to go on and instead took a bus to New Orleans. After enduring a hideous stench in the room for two days and countless complaints to the hotel staff, it was discovered there was a dead body under the bed. He didn’t see the body, but he did notice her red patent leather high heels that were nice, but entirely too cliche for the situation. The police were called and news cameras followed. They left New Orleans thinking their parents had seen the story on television. They had not.
William: (Called “Billy” most often) A 24-year-old six-foot-two thick but muscular straight frat boy from Rice university with dark wavy hair dangerously close to the “mullet” direction. His big brown eyes sparkle with amusement and bewilderment as everything in life excites him. He is going to school for theater and often brings his books to work. He is currently trying to produce and direct a one-act version of Blood Wedding. Although his ‘jock’ appearance and presentation would suggest he is of limited depth, reality states he is insightful of the world around him and is captivated by the symbolism and metaphor used in this particular play.
Though he is straight, he understands the idea of mechanics in sexual situations and is usually mystified by the gay culture as culture. He enjoys a boyish eagerness to experiment without crossing the boundaries of being “too gay.” He is hardworking and paying his own way through college. His loyalty and determination are matched by his compassionate sense of unyielding ethics. For such, he often engages in moralistic right/wrong discussions when it comes to the gay men, culture, the community, and etiquette.
RJ: A very straight five-foot-eight 33-year-old impeccably well defined man with dark brown hair, deep grey/green eyes that beams glimpses that something naughty is going on in his mind all the time. He is ruggedly beautiful in almost a model fashion and scruff that makes him look as if he just walked in from a orgy with all the Playboy playmates for that year every time he enters the room. He is furry, but trimmed perfectly… not too smooth, just enough to give off a very down to earth sexual charisma. He is quite intelligent and well-spoken making him an engaging person to talk to regardless of the subject. This natural quality helps in his line of work as an escort for women, and a non-sexual escort for men.
His girlfriend works at the Gold Room which is the long-established ‘mother club’ of Feathers and she suggested this particular job to him. He is not attracted to other guys at all, but has no problem with them in sexual situations since he and his girlfriend were swingers and male-to-male contact is something of a regularity, but not boner-inspiring. He is a good hearted being and lacks spurious intent both to himself, and those around him. To complete the picture, he rides a Harley motorcycle that he takes as much care with as he does his body and his woman, and often enters work with a leather jacket over a tight button up shirt.
Sterling: A six-foot-two-inch 42-year-old skinny greying mustached out-and-proud gay man, and the largest penis in the building. At first glance he seems like the typical smoking homo-left-over-from-the-80s, possibly a background extra for Marlboro Country one would find drinking his grievances away in the corner of a gay dive bar in the middle of the day. As a human being, he is the antithesis of the first perception although he had been known to slip into the stereotype on occasion.
He is beyond kind and gracious, he is knowledgeable with humility. He has lost many friends while others were barely in grade school watching the first waves of AIDS on television. He gains charitable delight in his volunteering and helps the community in various aspects. His sharp, keen sense of perception combined with his observation skills makes him fun to be around whether in private talking about the news, or people watching at a sandwich shop. There was not a part of the gay community he does not have an intimate understanding of, and a warm appreciation for.
Derrick: A five-foot-nine-inch well-built muscular broad-shouldered and freshly out 19-year-old with reddish-brown hair in a buzz-cut that is about the same length as his chin-strap beard. He has limited experience with men and still likes women thus putting him in the ‘transitional bisexual’ phase many questioning teens go through. He is quiet, soft, gentle, and with his deep set brown eyes tries to absorb everything faster than he is able to digest it. He carries a lot of worry and secrets with his walk, presumably with his family. The result is that he is a man of few words who always seems to be pouting in a relatively cute manner.
He doesn’t drink or do drugs. He works out, eats well, and always protects himself, even so much as bringing his own bottled water from home. There seems to be a troubled past that was beaten out of him and his reclaiming some foundation after such exhaustion makes his steps and movements purposeful and assured. Though he is still working with matters of morality and justice, matters of heart and romance are kept under lock and key.
Brittany: (is not her real name) Is a transplant from the Gold Room and stands somewhere between five-foot-ten and six-foot-two, depending on the heels she was sporting. She has a massive head of blonde curly hair and the largest natural breasts most people will ever encounter in their lifetime. In high school she was a large girl, and everyone made fun of her. She usually kept a jovial attitude about the situation never showing how much it cut her. By the time she was 24 years old, she had lost a considerable amount of weight and flaunting a rock-hard, albeit still curvaceous body. The one place where she didn’t lose any weight… her tits.
As a person on the outside, she is a confident, hot, blonde bisexual bombshell who purchased her own town home, drove a new Mustang convertible, filled her life with fun and adventure from fine dining to evenings at the theater. She is insistent on being honest on her income tax. On the inside she was pure effervescence on a sub-atomic level. She is observant of the world around here, and is eager to help strangers should they need assistance. In high school she was listless and passive. Once she started a work out regimen, the neurotic scheduling became part of every aspect of her life, including how she was saving to pay for college. She doesn’t drink or do drugs. She finds the good in everyone and a silver lining is always to be seen no matter what situation is thrown at her.
Feathers is a fantasy and fetish establishment that caters to gay men. We have a variety of themed rooms you can choose from, you pick your model, and you have a good time.
So… is there sex involved?
We are not a brothel or in the business of selling sex. We just provide the fantasy or fetish, and any particulars you would like can be discussed between you and your model.
Are you hiring?
James P. Perez © 2013