sex tourist from planet glitter
page 1 of 4iggy’s standing in back of the bar before queene anne’s fishnettes go on, sucking on a cherry lollipop, when he gets that special psychic intuition. somebody’s looking at his butt.
he cocks his hips and stands akimbo, one hand halfway between hip and inner thigh, and sashays himself around, giving the guy a wink.
his admirer is a tiny fey creature, silver glitter glinting from high cheekbones and elegant eyebrows that make iggy jealous. that oh-so-cool san francisco look of a short skirt over pants, one pant leg rolled halfway to knee revealing argyle knee socks. usually iggy likes them a lot more butch. but he gets a twinge looking at the elf-boy, and he makes eye contact, pulls the lollipop slowly from his mouth, and sticks his tongue out to give it a long, leisurely lick.
elf-boy’s eyes widen and he smiles a wide guileless smile. iggy strolls on over.
“hi, gorgeous,” he drawls, letting the virginia accent come out strong and clear. “i’m iggy. wanna come outside and smoke with me?”
a look of confusion crosses elf-boy’s face and he glances quickly around. “you can call me maxwell. but I see no smoke. where is smoke?”
iggy takes another long slow lick of the lollipop. he lets his eyes flicker to maxwell’s crotch, then back up to those clear blue eyes. is this boy a hobbit or what? “outside, there are great billowing clouds of it. i am about to add more and hasten my demise. want to come with me?”
maxwell looks joyous. “yes! yes, i want to come with you.”
iggy leads the way, casting sultry glances over his shoulder. maxwell may be weird, but he’s still checking out iggy’s butt.
outside iggy drops his lollipop onto the gritty sidewalk and produces two clove cigarettes. “care to join me?”
louds drift across maxwell’s guileless eyes. “i have joined you, yes?” he asks. “so sorry, i’m new to your—how do you say, planet? but i do want to come with you.” again he offers that open-book smile.