Poor Les

By JerseySue

Not mine. Not making any money.

"Les! Stop being such a girl and get out here!"

"Nope. Not coming out."

I sighed and looked over a Lula. "Lu, what did you buy him?"

"Well, you told me to make sure he would look hot!" She pulled out the, Bad Boy's Gone Wild, catalog and showed me a picture of Lester's outfit.

"Uh, Lu, don't you think that might be a bit much?"

"Nah, white girl, they ain't gonna know what hit 'em once they get an eyeful of Super Stud in this here outfit!"

Well, that's probably true and to be honest, I was kinda looking forward to seeing Les in his new duds myself. Now, we just had to get him to come out.

"Come on Les, it can't be that bad! I'm sure with all that manliness you have going on and your delicious uh, confidence, you look hot!"

A low, "You think?" came from inside the bathroom. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice. I tried not to laugh as I pictured him turning this way and that in front of the mirror.

"Absolutely Les! Who could resist all that Latin sexiness?" I told him as I smiled at Lula.

She was nodding her head. "Yeah Les! I bet your ass looks good enough to bite! Come on out and show Lula that ass!"

*groan* "That's not going to help Lula!" I hissed!

"That's it! No way, no how am I wearing this!"

Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and he stomped out of the bathroom and across the apartment. As he went by my mouth fell open and drool instantly started dripping from my chin! Standing there in my living room was Lester Santos, Latin Lover Extraordinaire, dressed from head to toe in butter soft black leather. It lovingly hugged every hill and valley of his perfect, muscular frame. He was wearing a tight black leather vest that was sculpted to his very impressive chest and drool worthy abs. A pair of super tight, black leather chaps that screamed ride me, hugged his legs and a black leather thong rounded out the rear view deliciously. HOLY HOT BUNS! Did someone turn up the heat in here? I glanced at Lula and I'm pretty sure she was thinking along the same lines as she was wildly fanning herself with the catalog.

"Steph, I don't care if the skip is gay, it's not the first time I've had to lure out a player from the wrong team, but this, THIS is just WRONG!" At this point he was pacing back and forth, looking a little crazy. " It's February for God's sake! My ass is hanging out! Do you know how cold the leather car seat is gonna be?" He turned back towards us with a look that was a cross between pain and disbelief and said, "How in the hell do you wear these things?" ….as he tries to pull the thong out of his tightly clenched butt. Nice visual Les. Lula and I curled a lip at each other, eww! "Plus, NO straight guy would walk into a gay bar dressed like this! EVER!"

Poor Les, you could see him trying to weigh his duty against the physiological damage this outfit could bring. Panic won out as he turned to me with wild eyes. "I'm gonna get mauled!"

I sighed. He was right. It WAS a bit much. I mean, with an ass like that, every woman and gay man who saw him would be fighting to get their hands on him!

"Alright Les, you're right. Why don't you just go change back in to the sexy construction worker costume and we'll go."

Les' shoulders slumped as he headed back towards the bathroom. Just before the door clicked shut we heard him mumble "Someday Steph, you will pay for this. I don't know how and I don't know when but someday, you're gonna pay."

Lula looked at me and winked. "Don't worry white girl, the first time he sits down in those work jeans the seams are gonna bust. I ordered the break-away ass version so we'll still get a show!"

Both of us tried to hide our laughing as we made our way down to the waiting SUV. This is gonna be fun!