Lyon said, "And I have one from the queen herself."
When they both started to laugh, Treston stuck the photo to his locker with tape and said, "He's actually a very nice man, once you get to know him. Of course he's not the kind of man I would get serious about because of his notorious reputation. But I did have dinner with him last night, and we did go back to his place and have a little fun in his bedroom. That's why I missed the show last night. Chad insisted I go with him and I couldn't say no." Treston never kissed and told, but this time he made an exception to his own rule and rationalized by telling himself he wouldn't go into details about what he'd done in Chad's bedroom.
Lyon tapped Treston's ass again and laughed. "Yeah, right. And I'm doing drag tonight."
"And I fucked Prince Harry," J.D. said.
The other guys who were listening started to laugh and murmur things to each other. It was obvious no one believed him.
This didn't bother Treston. He had proof. "I can get Mickey J. to confirm everything I'm saying. He was here last night at the door when Chad took me away in his limo. He saw it all and he told Chickey why I didn't go to work."
"Mickey J. got fired last night," J.D. said.
"Fired?" Treston felt a thump in his stomach.
Lyon frowned and said, "Chickey caught him dealing at the front door and he fired him on the spot."
"That's a shame," Treston said. He liked Mickey J. He'd actually slept with him once, right before he'd met Harlan. It had been raining heavily that night and Mickey J. had offered to drive Treston home. When they pulled up to Treston's apartment Mickey J. invited himself in for a drink. Treston had always had a weak spot for bulky weightlifters and guys with very large feet. "I'll miss Mickey."
J.D. laughed. "I'm sure you will."
Thanks to the fact Mickey J. liked to kiss and tell, everyone in the club knew Treston had slept with him. Mickey J. had even gone into details about how he'd fucked Treston upside down. It was all true, but Treston wished he hadn't talked about it to all the other guys. Thanks to Lyon, Mickey J. finally stopped talking about it. Lyon told Mickey J. if he didn't stop, he'd kick his ass. "I won't miss him for that reason," Treston said. "Mickey J. and I were only together one night. I'll miss him because he was always so nice to me."
Lyon adjusted his black leather thong and said, "I won't miss him. He was an asshole the time he told everyone what he did with you. I still wish you'd let me kick his ass. I hate guys that do things like that. It makes the rest of us look bad."
Treston smiled at Lyon. He was such a decent guy. "Well, at least Chickey can back me up. Mickey J. said he would tell Chickey I was with Chad."
"Chickey's away for a few days," Lyon said. "He went to L.A. to spend a long weekend with old friends."
This was getting frustrating. "Well, I was with Chad last night. He even sent me home in his personal limo and his driver dropped me off at my door." Treston pulled off his sheer underwear and reached into his backpack for a clean red thong he'd been planning to wear. It was going to be a simple night for him. He would put on the red thong, then put on his jeans and regular street clothes, then strip back down to the thong.
The music started to play and Lyon reached for a dark gray business suit that had been hanging in front of his locker. He did a routine the customers loved. He dressed like an average corporate businessman, in a suit with a white shirt and red tie, and he stripped down to a black leather thong. "If you say so, buddy."
J.D. was in the process of putting on his cop uniform. The customers loved watching a police officer strip. He put his arm around Treston and said, "We love you whether you had dinner with Chad Pratt or not. And don't forget it."
Now they were patronizing him, and he knew he would never get them to believe him. But as he was about to back down, one of the bartenders walked into the dressing room with the biggest vase of red roses Treston had ever seen. He had to carry them with both hands; there must have been three dozen, at least.
While the other guys stood there and gaped, the bartender set the vase down on a counter near Treston's locker and said, "A guy delivered these for you, sweetie. He said there was a card."
When he turned to leave, Treston pulled the card out and opened the small envelope. As the others continued to stare at him, he opened the card and read it to himself: "You're not going to get away from me that easily, Treston Fair Leigh. Love, Asswipe (Chad)." He read it again and smiled even more. At least Chad had actually put his real name in the card along with "Asswipe."