The Lust Project 2.6

Gibran serves a glass of black soda to Evandro (“without a drink, I have to drive”) and a cuba libre to Osmar. He wears a boxer blurry ahead, transparent the other half.

While he is backside preparing the drink, evandro makes again the signal with his left index and bold to Osmar.

“After work, my friends brought me to have a cebiché in Chorrillos – and a lot of beer,” Gibran explains. “I only remember I got home at night, took a shower, went to sleep.”

He prepares a second cuba glass, sits down next to his two guests, and cheers.

“For your b-day,” Evandro announces. “And  was coming to dance.”

“You can dance if you want,” Gibran smiles, “although without a mate, or like…”

“Or like what?”

“Is it true you have a strippers business?”

Osmar coughs strucking with the sip he just took. Evandro takes it as fresh.

“Yes, it’s true. But the business has decreased a little those weeks,” the alleged one explains.

“You must be very expensive,” Gibran continues.

“We’re rather exclusive,” Evandro smiles.

“How much are we talking about?”

“35 dollars for 20 minutes per capita.”

Osmar only clears throat quietly while he delights his drink.

“What do you finish in? T-string, boxer, or… naked?”

“T-string is 40, naked’s 50 plus 10 extra minutes,” Evandro continues doing business. “Disclaimer: no pics, no vids. The price doubles there.”

“Have you let filming or picturing anytime?”

“When somebody tries and doesn’t pay, we stop the show – business are business.”

“And what happens if somebody wants a full strip show of both? 70 dollars?”

“Not, indeed. We bargain to 60.”

“And have you made a happy-ending show anytime?”

“Somebody asked me once a time – I charged 10 extra dollars and I did it.”

“have you made any happy-ending show too, Osmar?”

The addressed one goes almost the half of his drink:

“Not yet,” he smiles unmotivatedely, and looking at the dark liquid in his glass over a tiny piece of lime floats.

“Interesting, guys,” Gibran comments sipping another load of his cuba.

Evandro rushes his black soda and leaves the glass on the core table:

“well, forgive us for getting up from your dream, we’re happy you’ve spend a funny birthday… and see you at the gym, isn’t it, Os?”

Osmar understands the message, leaves his unfinished glass on the core table, clears throat:

“Yes, we see you on…”

“How much do you charge me for a red-hot show, but very red-hot?”

Osmar looks something alarmed to Evandro who is not surprised, he’s doing aritmethics.