Stick with me

"Here me out here baby." You say to Carrie quickly. You revise your original plan. Instead of just disappearing, you want to be around Carrie as she does it - and you knew just the way to do it. "We're gonna stick together."

Carrie, oh so sexy in her black dress, seems befuddled. "How's that baby?"

"Act like I'm your gay bestie. Like, I'll be around you, but I'll be flamboyant. Troy always did call me a fag." You say. You feel your hardon forming in your pants as Carrie giggles.

"That's ingenious. Well, I hope you're good at acting. Let's get some martini's to sell the picture to everyone." Carrie says as you both approach the bar. You had dressed for the occasion, raiding your wardrobe to find your best 'gay man at the club' outfit, whatever that meant. Tight silk pants, some even tighter boxers and a pink sequin laced button-up was your outfit. Carrie had loved it. Carrie and you both drink your martini's, working on your story, and eventually, you notice Troy approaching her.

"Quick babe. Gay mode. Not my boyfriend while he's around." Carrie says with some mirth. You, meanwhile, try to scrounge your best acting abilities together.