he was too distracted by the man in front of him to look at the woman though he kept an ear out. when she gave pyce a firm 'no' he chuckled, "it is better that way, i am certain to get arrested if you go out like that, it is a crime to assault an officer afterall."

With faux dejection, Galvin went and complied with store policies. Back in his clothing he remembered that he could not wear the sex garments around France. He started to hunt around the store for more clothing that seemed somewhat normal to the average eye. Some how one wrong turn sent him in the direction of wiggling devices and various tasting gels. He was able to find a loose blouse and tight jeans ironically from a vampire novel strip costume. He came back to make his purchase and the young girl and Ambrosia were animatedly talking again.

he had hit gold with the woman. in her off time she waited at a burlesque club and though she did not strip she did buy from the store and could get him a good deal for his own joint

He put silently tucked his clothes into the others arms, and let the other pay for them with out realizing it. Since the man was still in conversation, Galvin walked outside the boutique in favor of finding another one with less specialized fetish clothing.

when they were finished and the other end was getting measures for his order he let the woman ring him out and bag the outfit pyce had found. as he exited the store he was given the first smile he had ever gotten from a french sales person and nodding his own smile back exited the store to find pyce

He heard the light airy chuckle along with a few more french words. Galvin folded his arms over his chest watching Ambrosia smooth talk with the French proprietor. He could feel the drivers small grin behind him. It was a testament to how well he knew the man. He walked over to the man still lingering in the door way. More of the flirtatious French escaped the mans lips before Galvin took the bag from him. Leaning forward he kissed the man on the side of his mouth and let his stomach answer as to why.

as soon as he made it to the door pyce was there to steal his attention away again and returning the kiss he chuckled again, "fine, i will feed you. i prefer my lovers chubby anyway"

Galvins brows contorted but he said nothing. Once again he resisted punching, pinching and kicking the man before him. "I think the mesh and smell of astro glide clogged your brain". Galvin retreated to the car and was in his seat before the driver could assist him.

the chuckle became a laugh at the words and in his mirth he could offer no snide remarks, happily he got in and directed the driver to find them food

His life as of late seemed to revolve around drag, sex and food. This place while simplifying his life seem to epitomize it. He watched the swirl of cross dressing belly dancers moving across the windows. The place reeked of Indian spice. Galvin was instantly lured by the smell alone. They were lead to a plushly decorated low lit table and served by a waiter/dancer, whom offered them many of Kamasuitras delights and even to teach them a forbidden dance or two.

driver was two-for-two tonight. the skintight flesh-tone unitards almost did not matter for the gyrating efforts of the entertainment and he felt his eyes gravitated to a pair to the side of the room posing against equally erotic statuary

Galvin watched as Ambrosia's eyes drifted from one erotic sight to the other. He flagged down their dancer and began to order for the two since Ambrosia's mouth was not functioning. He felt happy when the man left with their orders, and another person brought them complementary chai tea and Nann. He twisted the bread into little chucks savoring his first taste of food in a while.

there was something beautiful about the two and standing from his seat he crossed the room to talk to the dancers

Many small bowls of food were sat in front of Galvin, and he let himself indulge as he watched the dancers hypnotic movements around him. His eyes were able to follow the movements easy enough and when his dancer returned he abandoned his meal in favor of fully learning how to do it properly.

the boy spoke no language in kind with him but the girl spoke enough backwater french that he was able to get his message across and with a wink and passing of bills left her to finish her shift. he wondered as he walked back to the table with a grin if she minded large notes

He watched from the side of his vision as the man flirted with the young girl. Galvin turned his attention back t mastering the dance. He realized that the man could not give up variety even when he was in France. It also dawned on him that this was how Cirro and Eva must have felt. He would let the man have his cake and eat it too, it seems he was spoiled and used to it. He continued to dance with the other magnificent bodies, forgetting that he was not employed to do so. It had been a long time since he could simply feel the rhythm for himself.

in the time he spent waiting for pyce he managed to eat a little of the meal set aside for him but it was growing cold and not so appealing to begin with. it did give him time however to figure out what to do with pyce

He walked back to the to table and bounced along the pillows. The other calmly leaned forward and tactlessly told him of his plans with the girl and how there was no emotional attachment expected. Galvin was a little shocked to hear the blunt words. A smirk crossed his lips as he laughed,.“Dick, you have my cell phone number.” He did not see the other as he responded. *and if i called from anywhere for no reason at all?" Silently, Galvin slipped his cell phone from his boot. “I will answer.” The man seemed to return "then go the fuck away galvin pyce, i want to get laid tonight" With that blessing Galvin slipped from the table in order to find more dance partners.

she was busy for another twenty minutes but when the lithe body passed by his table he was still ready and leaving his card for pyce to pay for the food he followed her into a back room to show him his own personal page

Gavlin made his way back to the table and when he returned he saw a receipt and Ambrosia's card. He slipped the piece of plastic into his safe spot, disappearing to rejoin the others. They had promised him a good time at one of Brest, best night clubs. Fruity cock tails and booty shaking were two things he could not pass up.

he was pleased as pie but he was certain to be sore come morning. her contortions were more impressive in the quiet back rooms umong the boas and glitter than what was on show but more even than he would credit pyce with being able to manage. not bothering to hide his grin he dug the man's phone out of a pocket and called

He slid out of the sweaty throng of wild erratically gyrating bodies and found himself in the long dark walk way leading to the private rooms. He finished the phone out of his boots surprised that the man actually called. “Adrian has the address when you are ready. He also has your card.” He spoke more breathlessly then he intended, smiling at the man that was offering him a drink.

pyce certainly had a knack for finding holes in the wall and as he entered in through the small door and was enveloped by loud music and strange bodies he looked for the phone again to shorten this game of marcopolo

As Galvin ready himself to answer his phone, his wrist was captured by whom he considered the bread, of his little flesh sandwich. The man leaned forward dipping his ear into Galvins receiver while another one from behind took liberties squishing their bodies together, and letting her hands roam around the front of Galvins slacks. After mere moments the man knocked Galvin away creating a wave among the bodies. He told him to go by the bar, as he squirmed to find another dance partner. He took his leave licking his lips at an excuse to get yet another cocktail.

a blind man at ten feet could see galvin was drunk and excited and though he knew better the idea of running his hands down the damp lithe body seemed like the best option. standing up he weaved his way to where pyce was looking around

The hands that traced a path along his body were unmistakable. They climbed with the same pressure and caressed the same spot until they came to rest along the barely concealed happiness. He twisted to kiss one of the limbs and could not tell if he was drunk but his mouth said “You are glowing.."

"am i now galvin pyce? i would say you are consuming light not reflecting it....." he breathed low into the man's ear, "i want to dance galvin, show me something new"

He kissed the light and then laughed at the request. "New is for behind private doors." He grinned. "Now is for while erratic grinding." As if to make his point he pushed his rump into the man and rolled it across the front of Ambrosia's pants in a firm figure eight. "Care to dance?"

he was growing used to pyces' lack of stamina though it shamed him to think he was growing just as lazy and quick to tire. languidly he waved of the driver and hefting pyce into his arms carried his dozing lover up to their room so they could both sleep

He was unaware how long he had been asleep, but when he woke every muscle protested last night activities. He hissed rolling over on to his stomach intending to do nothing but stay in bed.

he was woken by pyce shifting and rolling next to him and reaching out laid a hand over the moving body, "for fucks' sake pyce"

He was not in the mood for the mans bickering this morning. He paused at the feeling of the hand over his sore muscle. It seemed to radiate warmth were he needed it most. “Ambrosia...”He said wondering if the man was awake. If he was still asleep there was no shame in his asking. “Will you rub my back?”

snorting a laugh he rolled to loosely cuddle the man. he felt certain if pyce was awake he would not be stupid enough to ask and so felt no shame in kneading a palm down the man's side." ...i am not your damn masseuse, why would i?"

He was about to give his surly answer when his breath was taken away by the knuckles rolling over his skin. Galvin forgot for a moment to breathe in and when he finally did, all he managed to say was “A little to the left please.”

he had only just grown comfortable in the lull of touching bared skin when the other spoke again and snapping out of it he pulled his hand away. "you asshole, you were awake.... what are you trying to prove?"

Galvin did not laugh. He had nearly been lulled into a sleep again until the man started talking. He merely grunted shifting in the mans arms again.

he grew angry when he was given no real answer but it left him when he realized anything else would have gotten pyce fucked or kicked out of bed. silently he conceded to his defeat and took up kneading pyce's side once more

He twisted under the touch surprised that Ambrosia had stopped talking completely. Even more surprised when an unexpected stifled moan escaped his lips.

the sound pleased him and working his palm down the man's hip he leaned in, "if you wont tell i wont mind galvin pyce"

Galvin swallowed. Who was he going to tell, the maid? He twisted his body far enough that his hand could reach the side of Ambrosia's face. He pulled him down cloaking his body in the freckled flesh. "I like happy endings." He said kissing the man.