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Chapter 21 Enter Ivy
That afternoon the phone rang. It was Lance.
"Hi."
"Hi, Love," he said. "I called to ask you about tonight."
"Okay. What about it?"
"Everyone would like to join us tonight at the restaurant."
"Everyone? That's a lot of people!"
"Well, not everyone, but Ste, Mark and Christian, Darren and Daniel, Nick and Aaron, and of course, Justin, JC, Chris and Joey. I told them I would call you and ask you. I think they want to get to know you better."
"Why in the world would they want to get to know me better? I'm just your average ordinary guy."
"That's part of it. You are not obsessing over them like others do. But, to me you are not average or ordinary. I think they see the wonderful things in you that I see."
"Aww," I replied. Lance was so sweet to me.
"So, do you want to have dinner with them? Or do I get to keep you all to myself tonight?"
I could hear the grin in his voice.
"We could meet them for dinner. Later on tonight you can have me to yourself."
Lance chuckled a bit.
"You know I'm going to have a hard time concentrating on the lyrics and dance steps now."
"You did great with the lyrics. And you are awesome with your moves, whichever they may be."
"You are bad! You are such a flirt!"
I started laughing hard.
"Talk to you later. Stan is on the rampage. I'll be home in about an hour."
"Give him a big kiss for me."
"Yeah, right," Lance said as he laughed. "See you soon."
We hung up and I went upstairs and looked around for what I was going to wear. For some reason, my mind kept going to the Bat-suit in the closet. I was going to wear that. It would just reveal too many secrets. Then, it hit me, wear something with long sleeves and wear the Bat-suit underneath. I would be hot, but I could do it.
An hour later, Lance came home and came upstairs to the bedroom where I was.
"How was practice?"
"It was practice," he said sitting down on the bed.
"Is that for the Save the Children conference?"
"Yeah. We have many in our industry who care about children. Ever since kids started harming themselves because musicians' music would tell them to, many of us decided to be more responsible. Helping children is a big part of what we do as music artists."
"That is great. I'm so proud to be your boyfriend."
"Me, too. I'm proud to have you as my boyfriend."
I leaned down and kissed him. I moved down further and pulled off his shoes.
"You are exhausted. Are you sure you want to do this dinner tonight?" I asked.
"Yes. I do. I'm just beat. A nice shower will help me with my exhaustion."
"Let me help."
I unbuttoned his shirt while we kissed. Then I moved down and undid his pants and pulled them off, followed by his socks. I pulled his underwear down lastly. Then he undressed me.
We went into the shower and washed each other, kissing each other as we cleaned. When we finished, we got out and dried each other off. Then headed to the bedroom.
"What are you wearing tonight?" Lance asked.
"I'm not sure. I'm thinking of something long-sleeved. That restaurant may be a little cold for me."
"Good idea. Of course, we could sit real close and cuddle to take care of that chill."
"As wonderful as that would be, being in a public place would only raise suspicion."
"I don't care if the world knows I'm in love with you. The rest of the world should be so lucky to have someone as wonderful as you."
"You better watch what you say," I replied, "my ego is going to get pretty bad listening to you."
Lance laughed and pulled on his underwear. He walked over to the closet and pulled out some slacks and a nice, short-sleeved shirt. Then he went over and pulled on his pants.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" he said. "Oh, hi, Darren. Yes. Yes in about an hour. Okay. Bye."
Lance hung up the phone.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Darren is going to be a little late, that's all."
Lance finished getting dressed then looked at me.
"You better hurry up. You are not even dressed yet. Not that I don't mind seeing you move around naked. But nudity is not allowed at the restaurant, no matter how pleasurable some of us may find you."
"Get out of here," I said. "You are just as bad as me with flirting."
Lance grinned.
"I'll go get gas in the Lexus. I'll be right back."
Lance left the room and when I heard the car leave, I grabbed the Bat-suit and put it on. The material was made out of a material that didn't get me too hot. And it was easy to conceal the cape. It folded nicely and wasn't bulky. I donned on my regular clothes and was walking downstairs when Lance came back.
"Wow, you look great," he complimented.
"Thanks. So do you."
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"Your chariot awaits."
I hooked my arm in his and we left the house.
A figure pulls on his overcoat and fixes his flower in his lapel. He places his cigarette holder in his mouth, grabs his umbrella. He turns, his long nose silhouetted by the moonlight. A knock comes at his door.
"Come," he says.
The door opens and a man in a tuxedo enters.
"They are arriving, sir."
"I'll be right down."
The man closes the door.
"I will be right down," he mutters again.
Lance and I pulled up to the door. We both get out and the valet takes the keys.
"Everyone should be here by now. Except Darren and Daniel."
We walked together side by side, not wanting to show the rest of the world we are gay. Not that we were ashamed, just protecting each other from many of the world's insecurities.
"Can I help you?" the maitre de asked.
"Yes. Lance Bass. There should already be a table with some of my friends here."
"Yes. They have all arrived. Follow me."
We followed the maitre d to the table, our hands brushing up against each other's ever so slightly, just to touch each other.
The restaurant was decorated in whites and blues with an Antarctic theme throughout. In the middle of the restaurant was an enormous round, in the floor pool and an iceberg floating in the middle of it.
"Your table."
"Thank you," Lance responded.
The maitre d walked away and Lance pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and he sat down beside me.
"Hello, everyone," I said.
They responded in like manner.
"Did you guys read the paper today?" JC asked.
"No," Chris responded.
"I guess there was a break-in at the old teen center last night. Can you believe it? Batman showed up."
"Batman?" Nick said.
"Calm down," Kevin replied. "You have Derrick, remember?"
"I know. And I love Derrick. But it's...never mind. You guys couldn't understand."
Aaron looked over at Nick and smiled.
"Shut up, twerp," Nick said to his little brother.
"Did I tell you guys Eric wants to fix up the teen center?" Lance said.
"No," Justin replied. "Why is that?"
"He wants to...well, you tell them."
"I want to reestablish the teen center and help the teens in the area. It will be much more open and accepting of all teens and will give them a place to get help and understanding."
"That's a good cause," Brian said.
"Thanks. Teenagers are close to my heart. I remember what it was like to feel so alone in the world. I had no one to talk to."
"What's this?" Christian said.
We all turned to see an elevator door open up. A tall, very well built man exited wearing a tuxedo and overcoat. He carried an umbrella in his hand, a cigarette holder in his mouth and flower in his lapel. What stood out most about this man was his long nose and slick-backed hair. He headed right over to our table.
"Hello, gentlemen," he greeted. "I'm Percival Nicloai Gwynn. Most of my friends call me Percy, though. I'm the owner of this establishment."
"It's a great place," Howie said.
"I like the décor," AJ added.
"Why thank you. I do hope all of you enjoy your meals."
"Thank you," we replied.
"If you will excuse me, I have other guests to greet. Perhaps I will stop by in a while. We can taste some wine together."
"That would be great," Ste answered.
Percy walked away toward another table. I looked over at Aaron who was trying not to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked him.
"He looks like a penguin!"
"Don't make fun of people's looks." Nick emphasized his words with a punch to Aaron's shoulder.
"Ow!"
"It serves you right for being stupid."
"Look guys! Here comes Darren and Daniel," Christian said.
We turned to see them enter the Lounge, however, the heterosexual men at the table were looking at the lady behind them. She had short red hair and a tight, sequined green dress on with green high heels. She would be considered a great object of beauty and lust, judging by the reactions of the straight guys at the table.
"She's gorgeous!" Howie said.
"I'm in heaven!" Joey replied.
"Oh, brother," I added.
Her looks were attractive, not that I would want to have sex with her. Having sex with a woman turns my stomach...because it's unnatural for a homosexual to be with someone of the opposite sex.
The lady walked passed the table. Darren and Daniel were shocked at everyone's reaction to their arrival until they realized it was for the redhead.
"I thought you guys thought I was special. I guess not," Darren replied.
"Of course you are special," Aaron answered with a grin.
"Ah, if you were a little older, boy, I can just imagine the possibilities."
Several of us laughed.
We enjoyed a nice dinner, talking about the teen center and how everyone else felt about teens these days. They all believed what they were singing earlier, that children don't have the kind of help any more that they need. They are being neglected and do not have consistent love, discipline and limitations. Many kids who do not have limits run rampant looking and hoping someone puts a limit on them. They end up doing things they shouldn't be doing and getting into serious trouble. Look at what happened to many schools in the past couple of years with school shootings and what not. Why are kids doing this? They don't have any help to work through their problems.
As we were sipping some wine I noticed the redhead walking over to a man at the bar. She had been moving from man to man most of the night. She would spend several minutes with one, kiss him, and then move on. I wonder what game she was playing. I guess it's true, being intimate with multiple partners encompasses both the straight and gay community. No wonder society accepts it as a whole. God, that bothers me so much.
The redhead left the Lounge through the front door. Just before she exited, she looked back and grinned a seductive grin.
Percy walked over to us.
"Gentlemen. I see you have already been drinking some wine. Let me ask you to sample this vintage that is one of my favorites."
Percy motioned a waiter over and whispered something in his ear. The waiter grinned and left.
"He will be back shortly with the wine. Did any of you have dessert?"
None of us had.
"Let me get us a cheesecake. It's fabulous with this wine."
Percy waved another waiter over and requested the cheesecake.
"Excuse me, please. I must use the little boys room."
Lance grinned at me then whispered, "Don't be gone too long. I'll miss you."
"I'll hurry," I answered.
I went over to the bathroom and did my business. When I came back out, I was met with a rather shocking view. The redhead was standing in the middle of the iceberg floating in the pool. She was no longer wearing her green sequined dress; in its place were a green strapless bathing suit, green tights, and knee-high green boots.
"Gentlemen! I now have you under my command! You will do as I say! I have finally built my army to serve my purpose!"
I went back into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes revealing my Bat-suit. I pulled on my gloves and flipped up my mask. Then I went to work.
I stepped back out into the corridor and looked beyond its entrance to the woman in green on the iceberg. I moved up to the entrance. Without warning, someone tackled me from behind. I fell forward and everyone turned to see me with this guy on top of me.
"Hmm, what do we have here?" the woman in green said. "A party crasher. Lift him up."
Several men stood up from their seats and came over to me. I noticed that some of the guys at my table were under her control, but some were not. Those not were Lance, Nick, Aaron, Christian and Darren. Everyone else was. Those five were gay. Perhaps homosexuals had an advantage over whatever she was using to control these goons.
The men lifted me up underneath my arms and guided me to the railing around the pool. The woman stepped down to a floating piece of "ice" and kicked off from the iceberg. The board coasted across the water to the railing. She grabbed it and leaned forward to me.
"So what do we have here? Batman, I presume?"
I nodded.
"Excellent. I can see if my potion works on you."
She pulled out a perfume bottle and sprayed it on her. Then she leaned in to me to kiss my neck. I could smell the perfume, though I did not recognize the scent. It was most unpleasant.
"Like it?"
"Not really. Turns my stomach."
Her eyes grew wide with fury.
"Insolent fool!"
She backhanded me. Then her demeanor turned rather seductive again.
"I guess it's true. You are gay. Female pheromones don't work on gay men. But they do work on gay women and straight men. And how much more butch can you get than that?!"
She slapped the railing and started laughing.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm poison, baby. Poison Ivy."
To Be Continued...
And now we know who the woman was at the end of the previous chapter. She is gathering an army, as she said earlier. But an army to do what? Only time will tell.
And did anyone recognize Percy's description? Yes, some things have been changed, but that nose always gives it away!
More good stuff to come! Keep reading!