Guys and Trolls: Guys and Trolls 1

It was a big ask. So far Gus had failed miserably at transforming the clumsy footed troll into anything even remotely approaching erotic. Even less the aesthetics of stripping. They had managed to purloin the use of the theatre to rehearse. Paul set up the sewing machine they’d borrowed from the tailor on board on a back table together with enough fabric to spin quite a few fantasy costumes. Someone on board had raided the trannie closet when they’d stocked up on costumes and fabrics for the various parties that were to take place on the high seas. The only problem Paul could see was a shortage of Velcro to enable swift and smooth removal of the costumes. His mouth watered when he took Einarr’s measurements. While the others were absorbed in technicalities of the act, Einarr had pulled Paul’s head to his crotch until his lips kissed the hardening weapon.

“Ooh, you are a bad boy,” Paul giggled as he kissed the prick before taking the opportunity of clamping his mouth around it for a few quick deep throatings. Then he released it with a sigh and a finger wave. “Don’t you go telling tales out of school.”

Einarr laughed. “I won’t if you won’t.”

Paul took it for what it was. A gesture. A gesture of thanks in the only way Einarr knew how. And one that Paul would treasure for years to come. It’s not that he and Stewart were totally faithful to each other, they’d both had their slip-ups, but never with a specimen like this one. Even just to wrap his lips around Einarr’s cock was more than he’d ever hoped. Einarr also knew it would make him fiercely loyal and more inclined to work harder for the success of the act.

Down near the stage, Stewart had taken Gus aside. “I’m not trying to interfere, dear boy, but may I make a suggestion or two?”

“Go ahead, please. You must be able to do a better job than I am.”

“Einarr is totally inexperienced, am I right?”

Gus nodded reluctantly.

“Without meaning to sound rude, you have no experience at putting together any sort of entertainment, have you?”

Gus shook his head. “I work in advertising.”

“Dear lord. Might I suggest then, that we all put our skills to their best use. You head off, track down any VIPs aboard, generally get the buzz happening. I guarantee I can have your two left footed Viking at least passably choreographed by tonight although don’t go expecting a Gwen Verdon…” When Gus looked blank at the reference, he tried again. “Chita Rivera?” Still blank. “Lady Gaga?” That brought the light of recognition. “Good, I was running out of references.”

Gus left Einarr in Stewart’s capable hands. He was not sorry to go because he was close to losing his cool with Einarr’s seemingly total inability to grasp even the most basic dance moves. Einarr was just as pleased because he knew he was disappointing the man he most wanted to impress and the stress was making it even more difficult.

Stewart called him over. They chatted for a while, until he felt the big man relax.

“Just stand up and move your body to the music. Any way you want. Don’t be embarrassed. There’s no right or wrong.”

Einarr tried to feel the music in his body. He was awkward at first, acutely aware that he was being watched. Because he didn’t have to follow any moves like when Gus was drilling him he enjoyed himself a little better.

Stewart was delighted. “That’s it. That’s good, really good. Now, pretend you have been out in the snow all day, you’ve just got back to your house and you’re taking your clothes off. One by one. Slowly. Slowly. It feels so good. Yes. Yes.”

From the back of the theatre where he was sewing Paul watched the transformation. Einarr was no Chita Rivera, but then who was, the men on the ship hadn’t paid to see her strip, they’d paid to see a hot muscle stud. As long he could do it with a little panache he would be fine.

“Right, now you’re down to your underwear. Take your undershirt off really slowly, that’s it, rub your hand across your chest, feel your nipples, pump up your bicep, ooh, that’s great.” Unbidden, Einarr had licked his own bicep. That would produce wood on many in the audience.

“Now, take your underpants off like it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done and you want to make love to the audience.”