Standing in Joey’s hallway, dressed in a pink tutu, white tights and pink dance slippers, complete with pink satin ribbons crossing their way up his calves, Justin is past embarrassment, he’s pissed off. “Damn it JC, you said *Ballet Dancer*.”
Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly!”
“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion.
“Ballet dancer,” Justin corrects, his arms folded sternly as he eyes Bri’s pink tights and tiny wings.
“Fawee!” Bri shouts in glee. “Dada, where’s Unca Jussin’s wand? He needs a wand, then we can go and make good fawee spells.”
“I’m a ballet dancer,” mumbles Justin, pouting.
Joey’s hand pats him on the back, then corrals him, sending him toward the staircase. “Well, tonight you’re a fairy. And no objections either. Bri says you’re a fairy, so a fairy you will be.” Joey can see Justin’s about to voice further protests, so he cuts him off quickly. “Unca Jussin’s a good fairy, just like Bri. Time for all good fairies to go upstairs and pick out their magic wands. Come on Justin, Bri has handfuls of them.”
Justin plants his feel firmly until he sees Joey kiss Bri’s cheek and watches Bri giggle with delight.
Candied Chris (part one)
Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly!”
“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion.
“Ballet dancer,” Justin corrects, his arms folded sternly as he eyes Bri’s pink tights and tiny wings.
“Fawee!” Bri shouts in glee. “Dada, where’s Unca Jussin’s wand? He needs a wand, then we can go and make good fawee spells.”
“I’m a ballet dancer,” mumbles Justin, pouting.
Joey’s hand pats him on the back, then corrals him, sending him toward the staircase. “Well, tonight you’re a fairy. And no objections either. Bri says you’re a fairy, so a fairy you will be.” Joey can see Justin’s about to voice further protests, so he cuts him off quickly. “Unca Jussin’s a good fairy, just like Bri. Time for all good fairies to go upstairs and pick out their magic wands. Come on Justin, Bri has handfuls of them.”
Justin plants his feel firmly until he sees Joey kiss Bri’s cheek and watches Bri giggle with delight.