Camryn waits for me to shed my pants. I almost trip over them, anxious
and unsure. She’s getting to me. I toss them on the floor with my bag and hold
out my arms.
“Tell me the damage.”
Camryn makes a slow walk around me, tapping the end of a makeup brush
against her cheek.
“You smeared the color here when you put on your trunks. You should
always wear them for your final day tan to avoid this.” Her hand smooths
something low on my ass, and everything in my body goes warm.
My eyes blink shut, and I try to concentrate on something other than her
touch. I run through my bodybuilding poses, picturing myself on the stage.
Something bonks my nose, and I open my eyes to see Camryn standing there
again. “I have your back acceptable. You shouldn’t lose any points.”
Before I can even get in a thank you, the end of her brush pokes my
chest. “But we have to do something about these abs. You have a light patch
just below your navel in the critical area from belly button to…”
She hesitates. "Below.”
I don’t know what she was going to call it, but apparently it’s a word
she doesn’t want to use around me.
I can’t stifle my grin. “You saying my happy trail is too bright?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m saying the lack of consistent color won’t do you
any favors with the judges.”
“Do with me what you must.”
Okay, now hold up.
I have to pause the story here.
Because this, my friend, is where Camryn gets on her knees in front of my
junk, a tube in her hand.
And things get really awkward.
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