Jean-Claude finished placing
his order with the Nieman-Marcus operator. Her voice had been lovely and
melodic, with just a subtle edge of contempt and world-weariness. He sympathized.
His next call was within the Circus
itself. The phone rang only twice and a breathless voice answered with.
"Yo, Jason here, who's this?"
Jason could be entirely too irritating,
but he often brought a smile to Jean-Claude's soft and kissable lips. "Jason,
it is Jean-Claude. I need you. Now. Dress for going out in public. We will
be seen by the less than fashion conscious mortal public. They will already
be hostile and this is of great importance." He hung up the phone without
further elaboration.
Jason slipped on a new pair of jeans,
so tight it would be clear he was going "commando" as they say. But he
doubted he could find either briefs or boxers anywhere in the shambles
of his room. Shrugging it off, he pulled on a Guilty Pleasures Staff T-shirt.
True he didn't exactly work there, but it fit snuggly across his chest.
He scrounged around and found the Nikes
Anita had given for his last birthday. The big 21. Legal and ready for
anything. He doubted and even hoped he'd already seen it all. He shivered
at the thought of being rotted upon again. After running a quick brush
through his hair, he bounded down the halls towards his master's office.
Sorry, make that Jean-Claude. Lord knows he was touchy about that.
It didn't even cross his mind to think
about what the boss had in mind.
