The dressing room

Lana led Michel into the next room. It was a relatively small dressing room, or at least what he could assume was small for a dressing room. It was dimly light with a hard tile floor and light tan walls. Located on one wall was a light mirror, the kind you saw in all those Hollywood movies with the large light bulbs lining the edges, a small white desk, and a black barber's chair. On the other wall was a tan love seat and a wooden door leading to what Michel could only assume was a small walk-in closet.

Once inside Lana locked the door behind them, so that they wouldn’t be disturbed then pointed Michel towards the closet. “You can get dressed in here dear,” she said with a soft purr to her voice.

Michel did his best to hide the blush on his cheek and made his way into the closet. It was about as big as a small restroom. It had just enough room for him to move around as well as have a place for his clothes and a bench for him to sit on. As he took one last look at the skimpy swimsuit, he let out a sigh before removing his clothes.

His body was slender yet fit due to his time running track. He was not able to get on any track teams but the workout helped him keep his figure. As he took off his boxers, he blushed brightly when he saw his six-inch member standing at attention. Undoubtingly a side effect of being around such a lovely woman like Lana, even her voice was sexy. As if to confirm his suspicion his boner gave a slight twitch when he thought about her.

“Damn, no way this won’t show in this suit,” he muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to focus on calming down. At least a minute had passed, and he could feel his shaft softening a bit, but then he heard a knock on the door.

“Everything alright, dear?" Lana asked from behind the door. “Do you need any help?”

“N-no,” Michel replied in an almost high-pitched voice. “I’m fine, just give me a moment.” Realizing that he was on the clock, Michel decided to try to slip on the swim trunks hoping that his member would not show through. When he first saw the swim suit he thought that it would only show off his legs and hug his body a bit. After putting it on he found that it was far worse. Not only did it hug his body but it left very little to the imagination. He could clearly see the outline of his boner as well as that of his ass, what little of his ass the cloth covered. At least it was comfortable despite how snug it was.

He took one last deep breath as a last attempt at calming his member, he stepped out of the closet and back into the dressing room.