Couple has sex in a dressing room while others listen.
She slicked my hair down and made my whole appearance seem like I was some sort of fluff boy. She added a touch of rouge to my cheeks and put on a little clear lipstick on my lips. Kissing my own lips I felt the unfamiliar yet highly exciting moisture. Highlighting my eyes just a tad, I checked myself out in the mirror. I felt utterly ludicrous, totally absurd and completely laughable but I didn't look too bad. I couldn't deny that I was very turned on.
"Remember to act really gay or the boss will know and I'll get fired," she said as she drove us to the party.
"How am I supposed to act? I don't know how to be gay." My nervousness was beginning to become very apparent.
"It's easy. Bat your eyes at the good looking hunks, swish around showing off your cute little butt, touch and flirt with the guys. You know, act like I do."
We met Paulo at the door and Barbara rushed into his arms and they kissed passionately like they were old lovers.
"Remember, it's not real. We have to pretend we're a couple," she whispered to me as he reached around her and squeezed her tightly. Their lips met again and it looked to me like his tongue entered her mouth. Her cheeks puffed a little like she was welcoming it. Her throat constricted like they were exchanging fluids.
"Do you have to be so convincing?" I whined as we entered. I was following behind them as they held hands.
"It's important to our future, sweetie." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "If you're really good tonight, if you're very convincing and we pull this off, I'll let you spend a half hour back there." She laughed as she saw my reaction. I blushed and nodded. She knew I couldn't resist the temptation. I lived to kiss her there.
She got me situated behind the bar as soon as we entered. It was difficult serving drinks and trying to keep an eye on her and Paulo. I didn't like him. He was so macho, too macho for my beloved. Tall, with a broad, muscular frame, he towered over me and I felt small around him and a little intimidated. He was probably bigger everywhere compared to me and I didn't like that a bit. As he held her hand or placed his arm around her waist I realized they made a very attractive couple but I still didn't appreciate the fact they were posing as a couple. She belonged to me.
During a slow and sensual dance I watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They held each other tightly. His large hands were grasping and squeezing the ripe globes of her gorgeous ass. This made me mad and at the same time got me highly excited. They seemed to be engaged in an obvious dry fuck as they rubbed and pushed together like a couple of lust driven teenagers. They kissed again, their lips locked together as their tongues darted back and forth. Between the humiliation of being treated this way right in front of me and the erotic display I was watching, I was highly aroused. I was becoming very uncomfortable in my tight little pants.
Barbara finally disengaged from his clasp and came over to see me.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked jealously.
"Not as much as you seem to be," she answered as she nodded at the bulge in my pants. "Did we cause that? You seem to get very excited watching me with another man. I hope I'll feel the same watching you." Her brows arched. "Watching you with another man." She laughed as she walked away at my obvious embarrassment.
The evening went along all right and I kept busy filling everyone's orders. One guy kept hanging around seeming to delight in my outfit. I tried to ignore him but soon Barbara was insisting I convince everyone that I was interested in him.
"Play up to him," she demanded.
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"Act like you're interested. The boss has been watching and I don't think he's convinced you're queer yet. Let him seduce you, play along."
It was bad enough that she was talking like this but it was worse because she was saying these things in front of Paulo.