Paul rushes right out to get there on time

Without any time to spare, Paul removed the Gadget, plugged it in, grabbed his keys, and headed out to make it there on time.

Paul had to keep watching his speed & nearly caused someone to rear-end him with the large sole shoes on. His driving seemed reminiscent of brand-new driving with two feet. He kept trying to slink into his car to avoid the judgmental stares and obscene gestures.

He managed to make it to the parking lot right at the top of the hour barely making it on time.

Opening the car door, he slid out and stood up on the heightened sneakers, and habitually sashayed into the salon.

“Wow, hi, Paul,” Gina intoned, surprised by his green, lady’s workout outfit.

“Hey, Gina,” Paul replied, out of breath from rushing he continued in a breathy tone still mimicking Molly a bit, “made it in time, right?”

“Um, yes, head on back to room 2; they’re ready for you.”

“Thanks!”

Gina couldn’t keep her eyes off Paul as he strutted back, watching his ass bounce.

As he passed by the front office, he saw the manager and waved, “hi, Brooke!”

“Hey...... Paul....” Brooke dashed up from her desk as he walked past. Totally surprised by his outfit, it took her a moment to process what she was seeing.

Once in his room, Paul folded his clothes off to the side and got ready for his sessions.

They proceeded through the cleansing, prep, and tanning as usual.

After the final session, Brooke came as Paul was about to get dressed, “Paul, a word?”

“Oh, uh, hey, Brooke,” Paul responded trying to cover up his exposed nethers, “wassup?”

“Uh uh uh, don’t touch the tanning solution, it's still setting. Keep your hands out.”

Paul reluctantly left his hands out, nervously exposing himself.

“Well, glad to see you can at least fall some of the directions.”

Paul looked at her quizzically, “thanks, Brooke. Can I get dressed now?”

“NO,” she cut at him abruptly, “that’s part of the problem?” She moved over to get between him and his clothes.

Holding up the thong, booty shorts, and top, “these are a bit too tight, but miniscule enough to be acceptable,” she said handing them to him.

“However, this,” holding up the corset vest, “is WAY too tight and covering” throwing it in a bag.

“And these,” holding his wedged sneakers, “while a bold choice, would just cause perspiration and become ruined and I’m sure they weren’t completely cheap.” Tossing them in another bag.

“And these anklets would be cuter with a ruffle, but would be stained in seconds, so they’re out,” into the bag as well.

Berating the nude man before, “in case I didn’t make clear last time, I will NOT have you making of our facility. You AGREED to be an ideal client; a poster board advert even.”

“Well, yes.”

“And now you bring in a mockery of a corset and high heels?!?”

“No, they’re part of my train...”

“I don’t care if they’re court order medical, you WILL adhere to maintain yourself in the utmost appearance.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Glad to see your willingness to listen, but I can’t have it happen again. Now get dressed.”

“Certainly, but, uh, what about my shoes?”

“I’ve asked Nancy to get you a set of our temp pedi shoes for you to wear and I’ll send her in once you get dressed.”

“Oh... thanks, Brooke.”

She continued to just stare at him.

“Anything else?”

“No, get dressed so I can send Nancy in,” she said spreading her stance & crossing her arms getting impatient.

“Oh.” Paul turned around to pull up his thong and put on his shorts before turning back around, and pulling on his half tank top.

“Much better; I’ll go get Nancy.”

She turns on her heel, and opens the door where Nancy is waiting, “ah, good, you got some.”

“Umm... not exactly,” she responded with her hands behind her back as she walked in. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have any of the temporary slippers in his size.”

“Oh, well, can’t have him barefoot, was there something close?”

“I did find these in the lost & found,” Nancy replied holding up a pair of open toed, 3-inch slip on mules.

Brooke took them from here, “hrmm, well, those will work. Here, Paul”

“Umm, I don’t know about that.”

“Well, you better know. They’re lower than your sneakers so you should be fine.”

“But they’re so.... girly.”

Nancy looked up and down at his outfit, and raised any eyebrow at him, “Put.... them....... on....... NOW!!”

Paul sets them on the floor and slides into them.

“Perfect. Oh, your balm is wiping off,” Brooke grabbed his chin and put some clear lip gloss on his lips. “Now, remember no gripping with those fresh nails,” she says as she lifts up one of Paul’s hands and slides a bag down to his elbow before doing the same with the other bag on the opposite arm.

“A better outfit next week, right, Paul?”

“Right.”

Paul then very self-consciously strutted out of the salon with arms bent up, wrists out, hips swaying, and shoes clopping. He felt like every eye boring into his tight shorts or the gut he couldn’t quite shake as he tried to be nonchalant. As he made it out to the sunlight, he could feel the heat beating down on more skin than he was ever used to.

From within the salon, the frozen, silent gazes at the exit doors as he finally left was only broken by Teri’s comment, “is it just me, or does that look like a beach volleyball player leaving Rodeo Drive?”

It was met with a chorus of affirmation and giggles.

Paul felt completely ludacris in the outfit and tried to slink away in his car with minimal notice, but picking his shorts out of his butt crack after putting the bags in his trunk, was a reminder at just how silly he probably looks.

Trying to keep in control and maintain his composure, he clopped back to the driver door, plopped in, and tried to minimize the lead foot from the high heel on his way out of the parking lot. He nearly got in a wreck when his foot slipped out of the mule into the other peddle. However, after kicking the shoe out of the way, he found the barefoot driving to at least be close to his normal feel.

After finally reaching home, he quickly looked for neighbors, slid the mules back on to protect the treatments, and strutted quickly inside.

Once inside, he had a mini-breakdown from the stress and absurdity he just went thru. Tossing the mules in with his training clothes, he took off his outfit and put on some loose clothes. And sat in a recliner in the living room gathering himself before moving into the kitchen to cook up some steak dinners before Molly got home.

As she arrived, she caught him cleaning up and made a comment of how it always makes her to see her big strong man in the kitchen, and was sorely disappointed she couldn’t ravage him tonight, but offered him a rain-check.

“Oh, I think I’ll be cashing that in this weekend.”