Rub It

You've taken off your pants so that you could get a better look at your leg and now Steve sits on his hands and knees just staring at it, a pensive look on his face. You do the same at first, but you find actually watching it progress too hard to bear and have to turn away just as it nears the top of your leg. Looking for something to keep your mind off of it, you turn to Steve, noticing that you hadn't actually gotten a chance to get a good look at him yet.

He's a fairly handsome guy, probably in his mid-twenties, with a head covered in muddy, mid-length hair. His eyes are a stony grey, and his slightly pointed chin has a thin beard that matches his pate. Looking over the rest of his body you can tell that he's fairly thin, but beyond that, it's hard to really see anything about him through his clothing. The only parts of him left to look at are his hands, the left one adorned with some sort of class right. Probably a cheap one, you think, spotting the slight discolouration in the skin around it. Then you look at the rest of his hand. It isn't just near the ring - all along the edge of his hand, his skin has a brownish tint to it.

"Um... Steve? Your hands."

"Hmm?" He lifts both hands, staring at the palms, and his jaw drops. "Oh shit."

"What? What is it?!"

Steve turns his hands for you to see, and you can immediately tell what's got him so worried: the fronts are now completely covered in latex, black "pads" sticking out of the palms and parts of the fingers, the glistening brown you'd seen coating the rest right to the sides and beginning to work its way over the rest of his hands.

"We're going to have to come up with something FAST."