It took so long for the new guy to collect the tips the men had thrown on the stage for him, Treston and Lyon didn't actually go on until midnight. Treston had been hoping this wouldn't happen. He didn't want Cooper to see him shooting ping-pong balls out of his ass. But he couldn't say no; Lyon and Chickey were depending on him.
There were so many men in the club that night Treston couldn't see anything when he danced onto the stage in Lyon's arms. Lyon had decided he wanted to wear something more formal for the beginning of the act and he'd chosen tight black pants, a white shirt, and dressy black shoes. Treston wore the same identical outfit. Lyon wasn't the best dancer, so he'd decided to do a mock version of the tango to a classic song with which everyone was familiar. As an added bonus, they'd agreed to undress each other before they climbed up on the platform and did the ping-pong ball act. Lyon thought it would garner them more tips if they undressed each other. He also said Treston was the only guy he would trust doing this with. As a straight man, he had lines he refused to cross, but he said he knew Treston wouldn't take advantage and touch him or do anything to him that was inappropriate.
The first part of the act went smoothly and the customers applauded several moves they made. At one point, when Treston's cheek was against Lyon's cheek and they were gliding across the stage, Treston said, "Aren't you glad we rehearsed so much this week? They love us."
Lyon said, "I can't even believe I'm doing this. I usually just come out and swing my ass around, dude. I never thought I could actually dance, and not with another dude."
One of the things Treston loved most about Lyon was his humility. He truly was one of the few fantastic-looking straight men who didn't know it or use it to his advantage. "You're a wonderful dancer."
Then they broke away, did a few more complicated turns they'd rehearsed that week, and the music started to get faster for the second part of the act. This was where the actual stripping began. After they each kicked off their shoes and pulled off their socks, Treston danced over to Lyon and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking great care to be sure he didn't touch him in an inappropriate way. They continued to move their legs to the beat of the music the entire time and the men in the audience went silent and watched each move they made. When Lyon was down to nothing but a black silk thong, he reached forward and he began to undress Treston.
Only he didn't undress Treston the same way Treston had undressed him. As if he could sense the energy in the audience and the natural chemistry between them, he wrapped his naked legs around Treston's body, ran his hands up and down Treston's ass, and even pulled Treston in front of him and made bucking movements. At one point, when Treston was down to nothing but his black silk thong, and Lyon was behind him bucking, he tilted his head and said, "What on Earth are you doing? If you get any closer you're going to be inside me."
By that time the men were screaming for more. Lyon held Treston's waist tighter and said, "They love us. I'm giving them what they want. Look at all the money they're throwing on the stage. Just trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Though Treston felt awkward doing this with his best friend, a straight married guy no less, he threw his head back and laughed. He felt the energy and chemistry, too. He was having too much fun to complain. And he did know it was all in good fun and there was nothing serious about it. He kissed Lyon on the cheek and said, "You're the boss."
Lyon gave his ass a gentle slap and he said, "Just follow my next move and jump into my arms, buddy." Then he shoved Treston forward, turned him around, and pulled him back again so Treston could jump into his arms and wrap his legs around his waist. Even though they hadn't rehearsed this part, Treston followed his moves and wound up in his arms.
By the time the second part of the act was over, the front of the stage was stippled with loose cash. When the lights went down and two spotlights focused on the platform, a few men in the front row who must have seen Treston's show before started shouting, "Ping-pong," over and over.
Treston and Lyon climbed up on the platform and both reached down for the ping-pong ball shooters at the same time. Treston flung Lyon a quick nod and said, "Are you ready?"
Lyon made a face and said, "Ready as I'll ever be."
Treston noticed Lyon must have been practicing at home with the ping-pong ball shooter because when he inserted the clear plastic tube into his anal canal this time, he continued to smile. He didn't flinch, cringe, or lift an eyebrow. Maybe it was the music. In the past, Treston had always shot the ping-pong balls out of his ass to something like St. Louis Blues. But in order to claim the act as his own, Lyon had decided he wanted to shoot the balls out to The Star Spangled Banner.