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It wasn't that he had never been to a masked event before; no, this was the first time he would be attending one in cross-dress. He was seriously into costumes and cross-dressing, having been known to rock a skirt or two when he was in high school. He knew he had the legs to pull off short skirts but growing up in a narrow society like Lima's hadn't allowed him much opportunity to express his feminine side. Now, though, having lived in New York for the past eight years, he had been able to give free reign to his inner diva. There were photos in the archives of magazines, both online and print, of him at various events over the years, resplendent in anything from a Marie Antoinette ball gown to Dorothy's gingham dress, complete with the ruby-red shoes.
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Having the penthouse suite in one of Manhattan's finest buildings was a perk he had not expected when he became Arena's leading escort. Fleeting thoughts of his high school dream of being on Broadway no longer brought the twinge of pain they used to. His life was so interesting and so different from what he'd expected that he didn't have time to really dwell on the past and 'what might have been'. He nodded to the doorman of his building and stepped out, wrapping his coat about him and strode across the pavement to the waiting limousine. His 'date' for the evening would already be in the back seat, he knew and he nodded politely to the chauffeur as the man held the door for him.
Kurt slid into the back of the expensive-smelling vehicle and allowed a coy smile to flirt with his lips. His partner slid a hand onto one of his knees and then pressed his nose between the collar of Kurt's coat and his neck. You look delicious tonight," the deep voice breathed against Kurt's neck and he repressed a shiver but let a smile come through in his voice. Who would have thought that, having been made fun of almost all his life for his feminine voice, a time would come when he would be paid handsomely for its effect on people.
The hand on his knee tightened before sliding up his muscular thigh and coming to a stop on his hip. His Highness Prince Fayed, a scion of one of the Middle East's oil-rich families, was a very hands-on man although he was gentle with it. Kurt smiled as he settled back, enjoying the attentions of the handsome, dark-skinned man who was dressed tonight like a certain British double-O spy. Would anyone really have thought the man would turn up dressed like a dessert sheikh? They chatted desultorily as the heavily-armored vehicle made its way towards the site of the evening's entertainment. Eventually they joined the long line of vehicles waiting to pull up before the red carpet cascading down the numerous marble steps to disgorge their privileged passengers.
Paparazzi lined the sidewalks, every one of them hoping to get the best photos of the night. Kurt shook his head as he relaxed, knowing that once again, come the morning, his features would be plastered all over the tabloids. Finally, it was their turn and once again the chauffeur was holding the door open for them, Kurt sliding out first and twitching his coat in place so as to cover his costume. Prince Fayed stepped nimbly out and then took Kurt's elbow although Kurt had a good few inches on him in height. Old-world courtesy seemed to be ingrained in Fayed and his ilk because they all seemed to treat Kurt as if he were an honorary girl.
Well, who could blame them with Kurt looking like a cross between a dominatrix and a Japanese anime character? Inside, the noise was terrific; guests milled about, some already with champagne glasses attached to their hands. Kurt looked about with his usual serene expression, his eyes glittering like gems in the overhead light. Prince Fayed puffed himself up as he helped Kurt remove his coat and hand it to the coat-check staff. He drew in a breath when he took in the entirety of Kurt's costume and he ran a hand up Kurt's half-naked naked back.
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Fayed reached the couple, the Beekermans, who happened to own nearly a third of the city and he introduced Kurt to them, smiling proudly. He knew he had the most intriguing person in the room on his arm and he watched the older couple intently for their reaction to Kurt's stunning appearance. Irene Marchison Beekerman held out her hand to Kurt in such a way that he wondered if he should kiss it but he simply held it firmly, murmured how happy he was to be here and smiled into her eyes. The washed out blue eyes smiled kindly at him as she welcomed him to the gala.
She had been around a long time and she sensed that Kurt was no ordinary guest of the prince's. Kurt released her hand and held his out to the other man, smiling inwardly as the man's wide eyes crawled from the top of his head to the tip of his pointy boots. The poor man's cheeks reddened as he stared at Kurt's chest and everyone could see he was wondering what exactly Kurt was. The fact that Kurt sounded like a girl didn't help matters at all. Unfortunately, he still wasn't enlightened even after Kurt murmured a soft, lilting, "I'm pleased to meet you. He took a glass and handed it to Kurt before taking one for himself, still holding Kurt's elbow as if he thought he would float away.
As Kurt sipped the cool, delicately fizzy wine, he looked about the room, nodding every now and then to whomever he recognized. Fayed led him over to one of the many love seats dotted around the room and Kurt sat, crossing his long legs in such a way that Fayed's fingers itched to stroke them.
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