"So what are you up for tonight?"
Kelli took a sip from his cosmopolitan, enjoying the citrus taste, then he looked at his new roommate. What had happened before? There was something strange about Jon, and Kelli didn't know what it was. The way he looked when he came in, the way he was so much more clear, so much more crisp than the rest of his surroundings.
Then, when Jon had shaken his hand, it was as if an electrical shock had hit him, but not a painful one. It had been extremely pleasurable! Was this a side effect of the sensitivity cream treatment Kelli had been given? Kelli hoped that he wouldn't have to get used to that kind of reaction. He'd almost pitched a tent just by shaking another dude's hand!
"I'm not really sure," Kelli finally answered the question, "She had brought me here. I was kind of following her lead."
"What was her name, anyway?" Jon said, receiving his drink from the bartender, taking a long drink. "You two, you know, a thing?"
"What, us?" Kelli asked, incredulous, "We'd never, I mean, we're more like friends. Actually, I don't even know her name. She's been taking care of me during my stay, getting me settled, but I keep forgetting to ask."
Kelli watched as Jon downed his drink and ordered another. Kelli, not wanting to be shown up, followed suit. A new song began, this one more seductive than the last. Kelli's hips swayed, but he noticed so did Jon's. One more downed drink, another well begun, and the pair couldn't help themselves.
As if on a hidden queue, although completely unspoken, the pair wiggled their way onto the dance floor. The music was alive, the lights were dizzying. Kelli found himself lost in a sea of booze, movement, and sweat. He couldn't help himself, and neither, it seemed, could Jon. Only stopping to drink more cosmopolitans during song changes, Kelli and his roommate were owning the dance floor.
Men all around were appreciative, too, often encouraging them by slapping their behinds, rubbing up against them, even giving them cool nicknames like slut and skank.
Then a slow song came on. Kelli, tired, needed a break. Jon fell in behind him as he headed to the bar to rest on a stool. The crowd gave them room as they made their way through, both men and crossdressers alike. Kelli figured the crossdressers were being extra nice because Kelli was spending time with one of their own. Not that he had a problem with that. However Jon wanted to dress was up to him. Kelli just wanted to be more careful how he looked on this vacation. He was there, after all, to get laid.
"You dolls are running up quite a tab," the bartender said when they ordered another round, "How are you planning on paying for these drinks?"
"Paying?" Jon said, "I thought this resort was all-inclusive! I haven't had to pay for anything so far!"
The bartender got a serious look on his face. "Most of Girl World is in that package, but this bar is what we call Premium Content. You've got to pay if you want to play."
Kelli quickly looked in his clutch. A key, some make-up, a couple condoms, a small bottle of perfume, and a tampon. No cash, no cards, nothing to pay with. A look at Jon who was riffling through his purse showed that he was in the same condition.
"Didn't our lady-friend set something up?" Kelli asked in a smaller voice.
"Yeah, we know her, but if she wanted to put something on account, she would have said. Again, no pay, no play. And you two have been playing all night."
"I don't know what to say," Jon piped in, "We didn't know. Is there something we can work out?"
The bartender looked the two men up and down with hungry eyes, the kind of nice look, Kelli realized, that made a man know that he was among friends and that everything would work out just fine.
"I think we can come to an arrangement. Follow me to the back room."
