"Remember it's to pay for the bike, keep thinking of the bike" Wesley told himself. It was a ritual he repeated every time before going on stage.
He did his last minute check.
Baby oil, yes.
Extra large thong, yes.
Cologne, check.
Large glass of gin, check, second glass waiting for him when he got back, check.
Luciano was finishing, his perfect abs and pecs glistening with sweat. He high fived Wes as he walked past, his minute underwear stuffed with large denomination dollar bills.
He was ready
"And now the Fabulous Ladies Nightclub is proud to present, all the way from England, HUGE GRANT!"
Wesley danced on stage, temporarily blinded by the lights and to the screams of hundreds of hysterical women. He ripped off his old school tie and hurled it provocatively into the audience.
In the kitchen Xander washed the dishes, listening to the hubbub and trying to remember where he'd seen this guy before?