Chapter 8
Justin went with Annette to see Lance. *Chez le coiffeur*, like Annette said
and he knew that dork Lance loved to hear those words. They got there and
Lance greeted them.
"Hi darling! Annette you beautiful girl!" He said in his highly feminine
voice.
Justin shuddered.
"Bonjour cheri" said Annette.
"Do you remember Justin?"
Lance took a step back and eyed Justin from head to toe. It sure looked like
he wanted to eat him.
"No, I don't... Enchanté" he lied and spoke with an awful accent, extending
his hand.
Justin smiled and took Lance's hand, realizing he was wearing pink enamel.
// Jeez, this guy wears more makeup than Britney... He puts Bozo to
shame //
"Lance, Justin wants to ask you something. Do you think you can help him?"
"Honey, I'll do *everything* he wants..."
"Ok, ecoutez... I'm going to be over there with the girls, having my
manicure done. I'll let you two talk"
"Sure" Justin shrugged.
"So... what can I do for you, Justy?"
"Er... it's Justin... listen, um, Lance. I was wondering if you know anyone
from Maryland"
"Maryland? Hmmm, let me think..." he said, running his hand through his
bleached hair.
"What do you want to know about Maryland?"
"Well, there's someone new in town who comes from there. I want to see if
maybe someone you know can give me some information"
"Why don't you tell me who this person is? Maybe I know who he or she is"
"Um, I don't think you know him..."
"Oh, so we're talking about a guy"
"Yeah, well..."
"Are you gay?"
"What? That's none of your business!"
"Believe me, Justy. Everything in this city is my business"
"I think this was a mistake"
"You know what, Justy? I know you and I've heard several people talk about
you and your *sexcapades*"
Justin got angry.
"You should mind your own business"
"Yeah, Justy. I should. But then you wouldn't have come to me" he said
batting his eyelashes.
// Fucking albino bitch //
"So, can you help me or are you just bullshiting me?"
"Actually, I think I know what your problem is, Justy"
// Why won't he stop calling me Justy? //
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, there's this new boy in the city called Joshua Chasez and you must be
lusting after him"
Justin's jaw dropped to the floor.
"How can you know that?"
"I'm telling you that everything that happens in NY is known by me"
"Ok, ok, so what can you do for me then?"
"Well, I think I know someone from there"
"Great, are you going to tell who it is?"
"Maybe... what's in it for me?"
// What? //
"Uh... what do you want? Money?"
"Oh no, Justy. See, I ain't got lots of money, but I don't need more"
// Fuck! //
"What is it then?"
"I think I want to get to know you better"
"Um, I'm not following you, dude"
"I want to see if everything I've heard about that crazy little cock of
yours is true"
// WHAT??? //
"What?"
"I want you to f-u-c-k me"
// I can't fucking believe this! //
"Er, look... I'm not what you think"
"Really? I've been told wonders about you"
// Goddamnit... //
"Are you sure you don't want anything else?"
"Of course, Justy. I think I can really help you out if you just let
yourself go"
"I don't think I want to..."
"Suit yourself then..."
// Fuck! He's my only chance right now //
"Um... ok, Lance. But I'm only a top"
"Sure, I don't want anything else but your hot dick up my hungry ass"
"Let's go to your place then"
// How many people am I gonna have to fuck before getting to Josh? //
"Come with me, Justy"
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One hour later, Justin was in the shower scrubbing himself frantically. But now, he had a good contact. His name was Mark Barry.
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