Page 37 of Forfeits

“No, The Muppet Show! You weren’t even alive when it was on television.”

“Well, I’d like to introduce you aging gents to something called the internet,” Robin stated. “It’s where I get all my info.” He tossed his head in an insouciant manner.

“All your porn, you mean,” a man said.

“Well, of course. That, too.” Robin said, winking. “All right, quiet down. Why is Santa’s sack so big?”

“I can’t even guess!”

Robin struck a pose with a saucy smile. “Because he only comes once a year.”

All during this, Sebastian played little riffs on the piano to accompany Robin’s performance. It was very entertaining to watch a vivacious, curvy twink dressed in Victorian undergarments prance about on the stage. Robin’s British accent and plump figure made him all the more adorable.

“All right, you lot, one more,” he said. “What gets longer when pulled, inserts in a hole and works best when jerked?”

“Your cock!”

“Penis!”

“A dick!” Aiden shouted, much to my surprise. I broke into laughter, covering my mouth.

Robin gave Aiden an incredulous look and put a hand to his choker. “Well, I never! Mr. Thompson, you have a very dirty mind!”

Aiden shrugged and laughed, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“The answer is…a seatbelt,” Robin said, shaking his head and descending from the stage as if he was very disappointed in the bunch of us. “Dirty buggers, all of you.”

“Oh, hell yes, we are,” a man agreed.

“You know it, lovely boy!” someone else said.

“Well,” I said, throwing back the last of my whiskey sour and grinning at Aiden. “That was interesting.”

“I haven’t felt this entertained in ages.”

“How is your Sazerac?”

“You know, it’s pretty good.” He lifted his glass, and we brought our drinks together with a clink, just as Robin came up to us.

“So, did you enjoy the show?” he asked, eying Aiden as if he wanted to climb into his lap, then turning a similar gaze on me. “And you, Mr. Marin? Was it everything you’d dreamed of?”

“Oh, yes,” I said.

“Loved every moment of it,” Aiden agreed. “Especially when you did the yoga.”

Robin gasped. “Oh, you scoundrel! Next thing, you’ll be wanting a peek in my chemise,” Robin said, leaning forward and gaping the material above the corset to flash his nipples.

My cock swelled, and I cleared my throat, trying not to look, while Aiden leaned forward.

“Oh hello,” Aiden said, giving himself an eyeful. “May I just say, Robin, that this entire establishment is absolutely delightful.”

“Why thank you!” He straightened up and fixed his chemise. “But you should see what we have in the back.”

Aiden and I exchanged a glance.

“You mean the kink room,” Aiden said.

“Oh, you’ve heard of the Bordello! I can ask the bartender Jacob if anyone’s using it if you’d like to give it a go.”

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