Gay Blades

March, 1990

Nigel was rouging and powdering my cleavage; George was blow-drying my bangs; I was wriggling."Ow!""Stay still," said George. "Do you or do you not want to look like Christy Turlington?""Christ, now I've rouged your collarbone," said Nigel. "Stop fidgeting. There. You look fabulous.""Fabulous," said George, "stunning.""So would either of you like to fuck me?""I would, but I must condition my chest hair," sa...