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Torrid : A Shounen-ai Romance

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y sister asked me to find a good looking guy

that can actually dance to be a male stripper

for her bachelorette party. Want to do it?” Leonora,

tall, elegant, raven-curled and blessed with curves for

days, smiled from behind her broad desk.

Trey set the last aluminum chair against the

whitewashed wall and looked up the long studio

floor at the ballroom dance school’s proprietress

sitting at the far end, close by the double-door

entrance. “Your sister wants a what?” He sauntered

across the heavily waxed dance floor to perch on the

edge of her desk.

Leonora tapped the leather-bound appointment

book before her with her decorative green and yellow

ballpoint. Her red nails gleamed under the studio’s

bright lights. “She wants a male stripper.”

“Huh.” Trey pulled at the elastic holding his fine,

straight hair in its customary tail. He freed it long

enough to comb it through his fingers, then bound it

neatly back again. “So, why not hire one from the

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phone book?” He stood up and turned sideways to

tuck his discreetly pleated tuxedo shirt back into his

snug black dance pants.

That afternoon’s salsa class had been pretty rowdy.

A bunch of excitable housewives had brought their

less than enthused husbands. The husbands had

warmed up as soon as they saw how hot all the hip-

shaking got their wives.

“Forget the phone book.” Leonora scowled. Not

pretty with all that red lipstick. “My sister wants a

man that knows how to dance. Most male strippers

suck at it.”

“Oh.” Trey frowned and folded his arms. “So you

think I’d be better?

“Look, you’re amazingly cute, long blond hair,

blue eyes, you’re built, and you dance like raw sex

when you’re in the mood. You’re perfect.” Leonora

held out his gold, wire-framed glasses. “It’s worth

five hundred bucks.”

Trey froze, hand outstretched. “Five hundred

bucks?”

Leonora smiled broadly. “For twenty minutes of

your time.”

“Wow.” Trey took his glasses and put them on.

The world abruptly dropped into focus. He could see

long distance just fine without his glasses; it was the

middle distance and up close that gave him problems.

“That’s quite a bit of money.”

“All you need to do is show up here.” Leonora

scribbled an address on the back of one of the

ballroom dance school’s business cards. “Bring a g-

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