Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 23:38:47 EST
From: DanBriggs3000@cs.com
Subject: PIF 19

Hi-Ho Nifty Readers one and all! I am here with another piece of the puzzle
called "Passion in Fashion". As always I continue to thank you all for your
support and readership. I'd like to welcome Mike to my fellowship of
readers. I hope I continue to please you and all of you in my quest for
literary romance!


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This work of FICTION is for the pure pleasure of me, and my readers! If you
are offended by my words, Don't READ THIS!! Gay love is no different than
Hetro love. We just do it with more semen....


"Passion in Fashion" - 19


DRESSING FOR SUCCESS

Jaime and Danny continued to load the rack of Lance's clothes. He marveled
at the amount of clothing that Lance had for ONE show! A few moments into
his hurried racking, he turned to Jaime and started up a conversation.

" Wow! Does Lance need this many wardrobe changes for one show?"

Jaime laughed, " The reason we have so much is in case they change their
minds on what they're wearing." He continued to rack and sort in sections
as he spoke. " One time two minutes before the curtain lifted, Justin
wanted a new sweatshirt, because the one he was wearing was too loose, and
he wanted to show off his nipples!"

Danny stopped and looked at Jaime, " His nipples?" He asked slightly
shocked.

Jaime nodded as he continued his racking. As he finished with the rack, he
got behind it and began to push it towards the door. As the rack neared the
door, he motioned to Danny to open the door. Danny shot past him, and
opened the door.

"Yeah, " Jaime answered, " We had kittens when it happened, but we got thru
it." Jaime pushed the rack out the door and towards the loading dock. Once
both men were out of the small room, Danny closed the door and looked
towards Jaime who had stopped the rack, and motioned to Danny to take over.

" Here," He grabbed his hand and put it on the rack, " Take this out to the
truck, and I will meet you back here in a few minutes," Danny nodded as he
began to push the rack in the general direction that Jaime had been
pushing. After a few minutes he arrived at the truck loading area. The bay
was opened and a truck was open and waiting for him. He wheeled the clothes
in and secured them in the hold. As he placed the last fastener on the rack
he turned to go and was momentarily shocked to see Escobar behind him,
leaning on the wall of the doorframe, legs crossed, arms folded and looking
very relaxed. Danny started with a slight sound of surprise.

" Oh Es. You startled me. " He said slightly out of breath. " What's up? I
thought you left with the others a while back?"

Escobar remained in place as Danny walked back out of the truck and turned
to close the door. He had a moment of trouble getting the rope, but
suddenly Escobar reached past him and yanked on the rope. The door slid
down and set with a metallic clank. Danny bent over and secured the lock
and banged the door twice to signal the driver to head off. The truck began
to pull out and Danny returned his attention to Escobar.

"Thanks." Danny said respectfully. " I didn't know that door was so heavy."

Escobar smiled and continued to look at Danny from behind those glasses. "
Anytime, and anyplace."

Danny looked at him for a moment with a slight glint in his eye. " I'm sure
of that. I bet you say that to all the girls." He began to move past the
leaning accountant, but Escobar put up an arm to bar his way. Danny turned
to face him and he was face to face, mere inches from the man's face. Danny
could smell the essence of him, the light musk, intermingled with a hint of
cologne Danny thought smelled like one he recognized. Es' eyes were like
siren calls to his soul. Calling for him to venture deeper into their
depths. He struggled to find the right words. But Escobar beat him to it.

" I wouldn't say that to the girls, besides, " He inched his face closer
towards the now stunned Danny. Danny was so caught up in his eyes that he
didn't move. Es inched closer as he continued.

" You're more lovely to look at, and smell better too."

Danny broke the eyeing to respond, " Speaking of aroma; What is it you're
wearing? Smells familiar?"

"Boucheron." Escobar replied; ever so slowly continuing his advance." I
think it is light enough to wear well."

"Among other things.' Danny retorted as he eyed Escobar's ensemble once
again. He looked back at Es as he said. " You must have spent a few bucks
on this outfit. At Nieman it would have set you back a few hundred."

Escobar broke into a wide grin. " Well if you want to look like a mint, you
have to spend a mint."

Danny scoffed, " Well in any case, you wear it well."

The hunk of an accountant leaned in for the kill, " Well if you think I
look great in them.." He trailed off just as his lips made contact with
Danny's. At that precise moment that the two men's lips touched, A loud
cough could be heard from a few yards away.

" Danny! There you are? I was wondering if you went off with the truck?" It
was Jaime, fits on hips with a look of glazed over surprise. Evidently his
look of shock was not about Danny's loss, but to what found Danny. He
looked past Danny to the now fully retracted Accountant.

"Es? I think Greg wanted you to ride back to the hotel with him and the
guys, but they left without you." He said in mock pity.

Es smiled again and looked at Danny then at Jaime, " Oh I can hitch a ride
with you and Danny." He returned his attention to Danny. By thins time
Danny had recollected him self, and went towards Jaime and began to
apologize.

" I'm sorry for keeping you Jaime, but Es had something He wanted to go
over with me."

Jamie eyed him wearily, " I know what he wanted to go over you with.' Jaime
thought. He shook the thought from his head and spoke, " Well its ok. We'd
better get a move on if we're gonna catch the ride back to the hotel."

Danny looked back at Escobar then at Jaime, " Lance said he was going to
send a car for me."

Jaime answered him. " Well before they left, Greg asked me to get you back
there. He talked it over with Lance." He glanced at his watch before
continuing, " We should be done in a half hour. You can ride with Es, and
me back to the hotel." Jaime glanced past Danny towards Escobar, who was
now approaching the two dressers. He had chagrin and quickly interjected
his thoughts.

" Sounds like a plan." He said with a hint of glee. " Well, Daniel, " He
held out his hand for Danny to shake it. Danny returned the gesture
slowly. Jaime continued to eye the pair with suspicion. ' I better set the
record straight.' He thought. Escobar nodded at Jaime and headed off
towards the offices. Jaime and Danny watched him go until he was out of
earshot. Jaime motioned for Danny to follow him. The salesman quickly
followed the dresser and eventually caught up with him.

"So did you and Es have a good talk?" Jaime asked with a tone of a
prosecuting attorney.

Danny looked at him with annoyance. " Umm He just has some stuff to go over
with me, that's all."

Jaime let out a "HA" As they came to the next rack of clothes to be taken
to the waiting truck. Jaime collected him self as he continued, " Danny
it's time I set you straight to Escobar, and of his ' reputation'."

Danny leered at the fashion coordinator, who was now busy moving racks to
the trucks.  "Do tell." Danny said as he again chased after Jaime. He let
out another chuckle as he began his narrative, " Well let's start at the
beginning."


DRIVEN TO LOVE

The limo was waiting in the same place that just a few hours earlier had
deposited the band for its concert. The door was open, being held by the
real chauffeur. One by one the members of the bad piled in to the waiting
luxurious depths. Joey and Justin were the first to arrive. The piled in
with playful chatter. A few minutes later, Lance and Greg piled in. And
after a few more minutes, Chris and J.C. brought up the rear. As the last
two men got in. the door closed and the car began to roll. As they exited
the underground parking area, all of the men began to engage in mindless
conversation. Mostly about the concert and their individual take on the
show. As the stretched car whizzed south on Harbor Boulevard, Greg spoke to
the men.

" O k guys another knockout show! I hear the Box office was the best they
ever had."

The young men were all smiles as Greg continued with his plaudits. " I am
surprised we didn't have any trouble with fans like some other times."

Joey broke in to Greg's report, " Yeah, but we had a wacky photographer try
and sink us, and he almost got away with it. Yeah I'd say we had a smooth
ride." As usual Joey's response had a sarcastic tone to it.

Justin nudged him in the arm. " Oh c'mon Supes." He chided him. " He was
caught, and everything was great. Don't go givin' Greg a migraine."

Greg flashed Justin a wan smile as he replied, " Thanks Justin. At least
someone is happy with my work." He let out an audible sigh as he continued,
" Its not easy work keeping the five of you out of harm's way and in a safe
environment."

Chris broke into the discussion, " Guys, we all had a long day, and a well
deserved day off tomorrow. Let's put today behind us and relax."

Greg chose that moment to ask the men the question he has been holding back
for the last half hour." Chris and Joshua said that you men don't need a
meeting tonight?"

Joey, Justin and Lance looked at the two other singers, then back at
Greg. " Well I don't think we need one." Lance said matter-of-factly.

Joey and Justin chimed in with similar responses. Greg wiped his brow with
a handkerchief. " Fine, have it your way guys." He retorted. " I just
thought that we needed some clarification, and earlier today you men were
seemingly in agreement."

"Well now we are in agreement that we are fine." Chris said. " So, thanks
Greg, but no thanks." And as he finished his sentence, The limo came to a
halt in the back of the hotel. The driver opened the door, and all six men
exited the car and headed back to the elevator. There was extra hotel
security present, an added necessity given the events earlier. As they
entered the waiting lift, Greg again addressed the men.

"O k guys, tomorrow is a free day. I think it would be best if we all had
time to do what we wanted."

Joey smiled as the doors closed. " Greg." He put a hand on the manager's
shoulder, " That's the best thing you've said all day!"


TO BE CONTINED...

OK folks, Another chapter, setting up the next thrilling installment of
Passion In Fashion, Coming soon to a PC near you! Ciao!!