“Alright ladies! You know what to do!” The Boss of Fashion Fiesta sassily snapped his fingers, swishing his hips as he made his way to the office, dancing to some musical tune as the rest of his employees sassily did their work in according to beat.
“Whatcha doing boss?” One of his male employees spoke, sassily swished his hips as he smiled at the millennial hipster in his late twenties.
“Gonna tell daddy how many sales we made today hun! He’s gonna be so proud of me!” SLAM! Goes the door, as the gay trendy young man dashed to his beige colored sofa-which was in place of an office chair. Usually whining and eating ice cream due to his previous dumps by his ex-boyfriends, but this time he’s sure that Tristian is gonna be his sugar daddy!
“Oh Tristian!”
Mark Gust laid back on his drama sofa, in his favorite position and hoping that someone would paint him like one of those french girls. Very tall, reaching a 6ft 3, but incredibly slender due to intense ballet lessons and specific diets-specially since he was sometimes used as a model for dresses.
“Who said all models gotta be straight hun!” Was his motto, besides the occasional cross-dressing, he was mega trendy, today being casual formal Wednesday. He would wear those gorgeous pink and blue rose suits, if only he were buffer or at the very least more stocky.
In a pair of stylish Gust-styled skinny jeans compressing against his cute perky ass, black formal high-rise boots with pointed edges to accentuate and enhance his hidden-manicured 7 footer. Hips encased with a black belt with a golden buckle, his almost-hour glass figure and smoothed flat, faint asian-Caucasian tanned chest pressing against his ballet-skin tight, short sleeved black tee.
Wrapping against his shoulders and arms was a grey formal suit jacket, collar popping off as his high-octave neck was gently supporting his rectangular-angular head. With gentle stubble donning the fashionista’s pointy chin, reaching up to his light brown side burns which rose up to his messy, gentle breezed short spiky-wavy hair, bristles evenly brushed all over his hair.
His pointed nose pointed in the direction of his desk-top, his office table having a black remote in which the flaming homosexual grabbed with his right hand, containing a casual men’s watch with a black strap.
Pressing an array of buttons as a large television screen descended downwards and flicked on-to his favorite gossip channel. Light brown eyes watching behind his rectangular frameless specs, the host began to speak some jokes and celebrity gossip, before shifting to the announcement of Jack Burton’s and Jessica Bling’s engagement, with their words spoken out loud for the whole media to hear and see.
“We thank God we were made for each other~” The sexy debonair of a Hollywood A-list star spoke in his deep voice, charming gays all over the world, luring into the curse’s trap as he continued-“Wouldn’t go gay for any faggot that isn’t a girl, you listen ladies? Dykes! You can turn straight for the Burton!”
“Not that I was ever a filthy dyke~” Jessica ‘flirted’, which actually caused ratings to flood up even further due to her not even being mad at her playboy of a boyfriend, even more so her fiancé! In fact, she encouraged it and the homophobia with a “Maybe if you gays turn straight, you’d be hot and buff enough to even stand a chance with the JessicAAAAhhhhh~!”
She did her signature moan, arousing Jack Burton as he licked his lips and tackled her on the red carpet as-
INTERMISSION!
“OH MY GOSH! WHAT THE FU—-!” He immediately recoiled, grabbed his smartphone and immediately texted his boyfriend a list of complaints and how the famous movie stars was homophobic and how he was NOT going to be designing their outfits in the future, like a handphone warrior-he spammed the paper airplane digital button and then let out “UUUUGHS!” In between.
As for why he didn’t call his boo immediately...Ask the curse why, idk honestly.
After finishing his typing spree, he laid back at the couch momentarily, flipping up to pictures of his sugar daddy Tristian, and even daring to fantasize Jack Burton gruffly doing it to him. Fantasies always calmed him down.
Though when he tried to imagine the dirty kink scenes, his mind instead recalled the sexy moan of Jessica Bling, replaying it in his mind as his member throbbed simultaneously. He merely assumed it was just the fact he found Jack hot and loved how he tackled her.
Must be that haha! No way was he finding that gorgeous, curvy homophobe hot!