Free Take My Dress Off by S. Gilmour Page A

fact, I think it’s pretty fucking sexy,” he smiled and narrowed his eyes. I blushed and chills tingled down my spine. I thought about him running his hands through my crazy hair.
    When we got to the stylist’s room I ran up to the mirror at Trent’s station. My long hair’s length had been reduced by a few inches from the crimping. It was huge and full. I looked like the freaking MGM lion!
    “Wow,” I said and ran my hands through the kinky strands.
    Trent came up behind me. “Don’t wash it for a few days, honey. The iron dries it out. It needs to build up oils again.”
    “Okay, thanks,” I replied. Thank you for turning me into a lion, Trent. He picked up his tools and began cleaning up the work station.
    When we were given the go-ahead to leave we picked up our vouchers and dragged ourselves to the limo waiting in the tunnel. Donny and Danielle crawled onto one side, Chaz and I on the other. Donny leaned his back against the dark window and threw his black jean-clad legs over Danielle’s knees as she slumped down in the seat.
    Chaz draped his arm around me and I snuggled against his strong body. “How are you doing, kid?” he asked.
    “Okay,” I sighed as my heavy eyes closed.
    “These hair shows will be the death of me,” Donny grumbled. The limo ascended out of the cool darkness of the tunnel and into the harsh light of the bright July Sunday. Donny slipped on his shades and we were all asleep in a matter of minutes.

Chapter Seven
    Chaz crawled into my heart that summer. He made me laugh to the point of tears and he loved to cruise the mall with me. I think he loved shopping more than I did.
    “Are you sure Chaz isn’t like, bisexual?” dropped Danielle casually one day when we were lying around drinking cherry limeades from Rocket’s and watching videos on MTV.
    “Danielle, don’t be such a dork. Of course he’s not. Why would you say such a thing?”
    “Oh my God, Reflex is on! Turn it up, I love Duran Duran!” she squealed. I fumbled with the remote. “John Taylor is so gorgeous I can’t stand it!” she cried and sat closer to the TV. “Dillon does look like him, doesn’t he?” Danielle dug around with the straw in her drink for the cherry.
    “Could you not say the D word?” I scowled. “Actually,” I squinted at the TV. “Donny looks more like John Taylor than…you know who.”
    “Donny’s bisexual.” She popped the cherry into her mouth.
    “What?” I gasped.
    “Donny. You know, Dillon’s brother, senior babe of the Hunter brothers?” She plucked the cherry stem from her teeth.
    “Yes, I am familiar with Donny, duh? Who told you that?”
    “No one, it’s a given. He’s not trying to hide it.”
    “He’s just flamboyant…and dramatic,” I scowled. Though it was beginning to make sense as I mentally scrolled through every encounter I’d ever had with Donny. Most recently, dressed as a transvestite at the drive-in.
    “All of those cute guys he brought with him to the summer show…fags. All of them. They’re not shy about it either.”
    “Victor Munoz?”
    “Gay.”
    “Jeff Mackey?”
    “Gay.”
    “Rob, Bill, Chris?”
    “Gay, gay, gay,” she said in between mouthfuls of ice.
    “Oh. My. God!” I gasped and pursed my lips.
    “Hey?  Didn’t Chaz show up with them?” she smirked.
    I tried to process what she had said. “That doesn’t mean anything. Dillon hangs out with Chaz and he’s definitely not like that.”
    “Dillon tolerates Chaz because he’s Donny’s friend.”
    “Danielle, I’m not having this ridiculous conversation with you.” I slid off the couch and stormed into the kitchen. The phone started ringing and I tossed my cup into the trash.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” greeted Chaz.
    “Hi Chaz,” I glared over to Danielle putting emphasis on his name. “Danielle and I are hanging out but she was just leaving,” I smirked over to Danielle. She responded by flipping me off. I turned into the wood paneled wall, twirling the