Smile For A Good Time | François + Ludwig
It was early evening when François noticed the man in skin-tight leather exiting the building. Now, considering New York City -and the clubs and the cultures and the anonymity of it all- this might not be too unusual.
Unfortunately for the man, who walked with a soldier’s stride that’s doing wonderful things for his ass, there’s fresh blood, thick and glossy, on the leather. So François wrapped light and reflections around himself, and followed, speeding up a little so as to catch up.
Finally matching pace with him, but still a little behind, François threw off the glamour, looking the stranger up and down. Yep. Just as skin-tight up close.
“So, mon lupe, did things get out of hand today, or have I just been going to all the wrong clubs?”