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Fifteen Years Later

Addison rolled his eyes as another customer gushed on and on about Lyle Prince. It had been continuous, non-stop gossip all day long on the, admittedly hot, (or so he'd heard) local celebrity. It came out recently that the twenty-five year old player was given an ultimatum by his parents.

His dad wanted to retire and was planning to hand his big fancy company over to his son. If and only if the guy got married.

And Lyle wanted the family business. Apparently his parents had set up an arranged marriage to some trophy from a fellow business partner. And Lyle Prince hated her. Thought she was pretty but extremely vapid. So he struck a deal with his beloved patents. They would give him until the annual masquerade they hosted in March to find a person of his choice or he'd marry the girl of their choice who had absolutely nothing going on upstairs.

This caused a frenzy, Addison imagined similar to the search for a golden ticket. All the young girls wanted him to pick them and, hey, some of the boys too. (it was a popular rumor that Lyle Prince was a lover of beauty more so than a specific gender). And absolutely every mother of a girl 18-32 was trying to get Lyle Prince to notice their child.

Even Addison's stepmother was trying. Trying a little too hard, if you asked him. She paraded Marissa around to any events that were rumored to have the rich young man and was constantly pushing Marissa bosom first into him.

No wonder the man hid from the cameras. That's right, Lyle Prince was camera shy. Not a single tabloid ever boasted his picture. And since that's where Addison got his news, he didn't even know what the man looked like. He actually felt kind of bad for the guy. And then he sighed remembering his own unhappy life.

Things had changed dramatically since Addison's father died. His stepmom decided she hated him when it was revealed that his father's small fortune was left entirely to Addison. He was supposed to get access to it when he turned eighteen but somehow she had managed to keep the money from him. Which was making it really hard for him to go to college.

Straight out of high school Addison got a low paying job as a cashier. He worked there steadily for two years before applying to college. He got in and received grants that significantly lowered the cost of his tuition. Even so, when he was twenty-one he got a second job as a waiter in a gay bar on the west side of town because being a cashier wasn't exactly covering his student expenses.

He liked working in the bar well enough when the customers kept their damn hands to themselves. And it helped pay for his books and music supplies.

Addison was going to school to be a music teacher. His true passion was in performance and composing music, and he even got a few of his simple melodies turned into jingles. Honestly, composing was what he truly wanted to do, but he figured teaching was something he could do while composing and even performing.

Addison was cleaning his belt when a loud booming voice behind him made him jump, "Hey Addi," Ah yes, Eva, his big breasted pixie of a friend.

He set his towel down and asked pleasantly, "Eva, wanna die?"

"That's okay, I'm partial to living," she sat on his belt. "So... did you hear about-"

"Don't say anything about Lyle Prince. I'm so sick of hearing about that guy," he cut off quickly feeling a little bad about his interruption because of the wounded puppy dog face Eva was sporting like a pro.

"No Eva, don't give me that look. I've learned the guy's whole life story five times over. I could tell you so much pointless stuff about him. And I just don't really understand what the big deal is."

"Have you seen the man?" Eva thought that was enough of a reason. And if that didn't do, his bank account didn't hurt.

"Nope," Addison answered popping the P.

"How have you not seen him?" she asked incredulously.

Addison just gave her a pointed look. "You know why I've never seen him," he said darkly.

That had been a tactless question because she did know that Addison's home life wasn't exactly okay. "Oh, okay. Well," and just like that she was happy and bubbly again, "are you still coming to the university Halloween party tonight? I need my costume buddy."

Addison sighed parties weren't really his thing. Especially Halloween parties. In his opinion they were excuses to sully Disney princesses and dress exceptionally slutty. And if Addison knew anything about the costumes Eva picked it was that, unfortunately, he'd be in the slut group with her tonight. She had mentioned wanting to go as a school girl and was forcing Addi to dress as one also.

"Yeah Eva, I'll come. Is my outfit at your house?"

"Did you ever pick it up?" Eva fired back.

"No," he didn't realize he was supposed to 'pick it up.'

She gave him a satisfied look, "I'll see you after your shift," she waved and bounded out of the store throwing him a kiss when she reached the door.

Five hours and one agonizing headache later Addison was in Eva's room getting ready for the party.

She handed him the outfit and looked at him sternly. "Did you shave your legs?"

"Yes," he hissed and went to get changed.

And, yeah, it was definitely slutty. A pleated skirt that barely covered his ass. Fishnet stockings, a red lacy bra complete with generous padding that stuck out of the white shirt that barely covered anything up top. Eva had also been nice enough to buy him some hair extensions. Last time he wore those things was a drag night at the bar. He quickly lipped them on and then opened the door to let his friend in.

"Shit!" she cursed.

"What?" he asked confused.

"I hate it when guys are prettier than me," Eva pouted. She then proceeded to do his makeup. "You know, you'd think you'd be better at this since you dress in drag on a regular basis." Addison just snorted out a laugh as she put some eyeliner and mascara on his eyes, going for a smoky look, and then put bright red lipstick on his pouty lips.

"I've got one more addition to your outfit," Eva said sneakily.

Addison didn't like the devilish look on her face one bit. Whatever she had gotten him, he probably wouldn't like.

Yup... he decided as she showed him the addition, he definitely didn't like it. "Eva, in case you haven't noticed, I'm six foot two, I don't need six inch heels!"

His friend smiled evilly. "Every slut needs a good pair of ass enhancers."

And the more Addison thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't argue with Eva on that one. He begrudgingly took the cherry red heels from her and slipped them on his feet. "Where did you even find men's size twelve heels?"

"You can find anything on Amazon," she answered sagely.

A few minutes later the friends stood in Eva's common area in their costumes.

"Ready to go?" Eva asked.

Addison bet if she was a puppy she would have peed from excitement. He rolled his eyes, "Oh yes, I can't wait to go awkwardly stand in a corner and have guys hit on me for the next couple of hours." Note the sarcasm.

~ARC~

This party was freaking wild. And full of people throwing themselves at him. Lyle was still trying to figure out how he got into what was supposed to be a university student on party but he wasn't complaining.

"Lyle," a feminine voice whined. He turned to see a cat girl practically attacking him with her tits. "Oh my gawd, you're dressed as Batman, I'm dressed as Cat Woman. It's like it was meant to be," the girl gushed.

Who the hell even was she? He pushed her to arms length, "Yeah... no." And then he heard a commotion from across the room.

There was some hot young stud bothering a very sexy school girl who was being quite vocal about wanting the man to leave. Lyle started to walk toward the arguing pair forgetting all about the titty cat next to him.

"Where are you going?" se demanded.

He squared his shoulders, "to earn this cape," he strode over to help the school girl out.

~ARC~

And, as Addison had predicted, he was indeed standing in a corner wallflowering it up. He saw a guy dressed as Batman being chased around by some girl in a Cat Woman costume and inwardly cringed. No man deserved that.

Then again, he rolled his eyes at the short muscle-happy drunk guy in front of him. Pretty sure he didn't deserve this guy either. The guy was trying his hardest to put the moves on Addison.

And it was going over like a lead balloon.

No matter what Addison did the guy just kept up the unwanted attention. Addison had already told the man multiple times that he wasn't interested, that he had a boyfriend and that he was a guy. (only one of which was true) But nothing got the pig to leave him alone.

It got to the point where he was swinging back to punch the man in the face, but he never got to let his fist meet the bastard's ugly mug because just as he was bringing his arm forward to land a killer left hook, it was caught by a firm hand.

"Hey, babe," a voice purred, like pure sex, into his ear. The guy was talking just loud enough for Addison's tormenter to hear. "This guy bothering you?" he growled glaring daggers at the obnoxious drunk.

Addison gave a stiff nod and took in a sharp breath when the hard body of his rescuer plastered itself flush up against his back. Shit this man is ripped. And fucking tall. He was able to rest his head in the crook of Addison's neck even with the six inch heels Addison was wearing. The drunk man decided he didn't want a chick that had another man with her and went to find a more available, drunker female.

Addison watched the guy go.

The man behind him snuggled closer to him. "He's gone. You can let me go now," Addison informed the man.

"Don't wanna," the man whined squeezing Addison close as he smoothly snaked his arms around Addison's slim waist. Addison rolled his eyes. Another one. Although, he had to admit, this one had some skills.

"Dude, get off," Addison commanded a little more harshly making his voice sound lower in case the guy thought he was a girl.

And then the guy did something Addison couldn't ignore. He unwrapped his arms from around Addison's waist and grabbed hi luscious ass with both hands. "Oh, I'd like to get off," the man muttered to himself before addressing Addison, "say please," the man emphasized each word with a squeeze of Addison's ass.

Addison rounded on the guy yanking himself out of the man's grip and bitch slapped him across the face.

The guy's face face snapped to the side. Addison smirked satisfied, "Please." Served the guy right. While he was sitting there reeling from the pain, Addison made his escape.

He found Eva and told her tersely that he had to go home... which wasn't so far from the truth since he had an early shift at the grocery store the next morning.

He had just about made t out when a voice boomed, "Wait," and a hand landed on his shoulder.

Addison spun around ready to bite whoever's head off and was shocked to see the ass-grabber back for more. "What do you want not?" Addison growled in annoyance.

He watched as the guy took a breath in. The man looked nervous. But, even in his fidgeting state, Addison has to admit that he was decent looking. If the man hadn't been so forward earlier Addison probably would have considered some light flirting.

He had short tawny hair and deep chocolate eyes that Addison was in danger of getting lost in. There was a light dusting of freckles and the man's nose was ever so slightly crooked. Maybe it had been broken? He dimly realized that this guy was the Batman from earlier. Ass-grabber cleared his throat and smirked, his nerves from earlier forgotten. And Addison averted his eyes, he had totally been caught checking the guy out.

"I was going to apologize for coming on so strong earlier, but it appears maybe you've had a change of heart?" the man had sounded confident at the beginning but gradually tapered the sentence into a question.

Scoffing, Addison answered the man, "Honestly, if you hadn't grabbed my ass earlier, I'd probably consider you."

"Is there any way you'd still consider me?"

Well... he was persistent if nothing else. "Uhhh..."

"You see, I'm just used to girls," Addison sighed at that word, "fawning over me the moment thy see me. You're actually the first who hasn't."

"And why would I throw myself at someone I don't even know like some floozy? I may be dressed like a slut, but I'm not easy."

"Because," the guy raked a hand through his hair and fixed his face with a charismatic smile, "I'm Lyle Prince."

"Shut the fuck up," That was Lyle Prince? No wonder all he girls threw themselves at him. And then Addison remembered his actions from earlier. Oh God, he had hit Lyle Prince.

The Lyle Prince.

Well... the guy did kind of deserve it.

Wait... Lyle Prince had hit on him. He always thought the rumors of him liking both sexes equally were just that: rumors. But maybe there was some truth...

Oh wait, he was dressed like a girl. How could he have forgotten? His face burned red with embarrassment. Why did everyone think he was a girl? Granted, he was dressed like one but, really, what kind of girl was six foot two?

So he blurted out the only thing he could think to say. "I'm a guy," and then Addison turned and fled leaving Lyle standing with his mouth agape.

~ARC~

Lyle watched the beautiful man leave in a huff. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath. The guy had been very pretty dressed as a girl but imagining him dressed as a guy had Lyle's dick hardening in his tights. He reached his hand down to subtly adjust himself. He'd have to find that guy. He really wanted to get to know him better.

Gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair. The man was also tall, only a few inches shorter than his six foot six.

It was so hard to find people that were his type that weren't like a foot shorter than him. And he liked that fiery personality. Yeah... he wanted to see that guy again.

And then he realized, "Shit!" He didn't know the guy's name.

Maybe if he went back into the party someone might know who the tall slutty school girl was. But... going back into the party meant dealing with all those people throwing themselves at him.

Lyle thought about it for a few minutes and then decided a chance to know that guy was worth the five to ten minutes of absolute social torture. So he went back into the fray.

As soon as Lyle was inside people swarmed. A big breasted blonde girl with shit brown eyes wearing a latex cat suit (seriously another cat?) immediately clawed to get into his arms. And he was scared stiff. Nobody should be wearing that much latex to a party.

Or anywhere.

And he was allergic to the material. He really didn't want to break out into hives. He quickly lunged t the left but she grabbed his wrist with one of her gloved hands. "Lyle, wait," she whined.

He yanked his hand out of her grasp already starting to feel the itchy hives forming. "Sorry, kitty, I'm allergic," he said stiffly and walked off to find someone that knew his school girl.

He walked around asking random people if they knew who the really tall school girl was. Everyone seemed to have seen her, but no one knew who she was. Then he saw another one.

She looked like a shorter curvier version of Lyle's tall girl. They had to have come together. Lyle approached the girl with confidence. "Excuse me, can I ask a favor?"

The girl's eyes grew comically large, "Whatever it is, the answer's 'yes'. But I will warn yah, I'm not much for voyeurism so we're gonna have to leave."

Lyle barked out a laugh and held his hands up in surrender, "No, no, that's not what I'm asking."

"Damn," the girl huffed, "then what the hell do you want?"

A person near her looked over at them and muttered scandalized, "I can't believe she said that to Lyle Prince."

"Ohh, so you are Lyle Prince. Thought you looked like him."

"Yes," Lyle confirmed.

"Well, what the fuck do you want?"

Ooh, Lyle liked her. Most people seemed to exalt him up on some kind of pedestal once they learned his name and she hadn't.

"I was wondering if a rather tall girl in a similar costume came here tonight with you."

"Yeah," the girl confirmed cautiously.

"Do you know her name or where she lives r anything like that?"

"Yeah," she answered growing even more wary.

"Well, would you tell me?" Lyle pushed.

"No," the girl stated simply a tight unfriendly smile gracing he countenance.

"Oh come on. I really want to get to know her. She's so beautiful and handled herself so well against a drunk chauvinistic asshole," he pleaded.

"No. I'm not giving my friend's personal information to a virtual strange. If she wanted you to have it she would have given it t you herself," the girl growled aggressively crossing her arms over her ample chest.

"Please, isn't there anything you can tell me about her? I'm desperate," he practically begged.

"okay" the girl agreed. Lyle smiled, finally she was going to tell him something about that beautiful man. "She's a dude."

Lyle gaped at her. well obviously. "I know that."

"Oh," the girl said clearly taken aback. She hadn't realized Lyle Prince knew.

Well, that changed things. Eva had thought Lyle Prince was chasing some beauty that didn't exist. Now that she knew he was interested in her best friend and not just his amazing costume she'd tell him a little something.

Maybe Addison would get laid out of the little info. slip.

She sighed before finally telling the man, "Go to the bar Spicy on Thursday. He'll be there."

The man absolutely beamed his eyes practically glowed. "Thank you so much," he then bade her a quick goodbye and left the party in a hurry before anyone else could throw themselves at him.

Eva chuckled to herself as she watched the man leave. She couldn't believe Lyle Prince had the hots for her friend. She only hoped the rumored player didn't want to fuck and run. Addison was worth more than a quick fuck. She'd have to call him later and ask how him and Lyly got to know each other. But for now... it was time to dance.

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