Summary:
Michael Knight never imagined that posing as a model would require him to wear so little apparel.
Michael Knight believed he was attractive enough, at least to the ladies, but never imagined he would have to pose as a model for a fashion designer specializing in men's underwear. Exhilarating and nerve-wracking was the thought of strutting down a catwalk in nothing but briefs. Yet, when he received the call, he realized it was to find out who was threatening the designer's life. With excitement and anxiety bubbling, Michael prepared himself for the unexpected role he now had to play. As he put on the sleek, form-fitting underwear, a sense of danger lurked beneath the glitz and glamour he was about to confront.
KITT is outside monitoring Michael through the comlink, his CPU filled with mixed feelings of affection, nervousness, and a lot of worry since his partner, who is also his best friend and soulmate, is almost naked. "Michael, are you sure about this?" KITT's voice crackled through the comlink, laced with genuine concern.
Michael inhaled deeply, bracing himself for the challenges ahead, confident their friendship and bond would guide him through them, regardless of the stakes. "Yeah, KITT, I need to do this," Michael replied, his voice steady but tinged with apprehension. "We've faced more challenging situations together, and I have confidence in your ability to oversee everything."
KITT processed Michael's words, a blend of admiration and worry resonating in his circuits. "Very well, Michael. Remember, I will always be here to assist you, no matter what."
With that, Michael took a step forward, ready to confront whatever lay ahead, determined to prove their partnership was unbreakable.
Michael can hear the music and the sound of cameras clicking as the models showcase the latest fashion underwear on the catwalk. The audience eagerly awaits the unveiling of each stunning look, creating an electric atmosphere. It's Michael's turn to walk down the catwalk in black leather bikini briefs with nothing else, and he feels a chill of excitement and nerves. As he takes his first step onto the catwalk, the lights beam down on him, and he feels the weight of every gaze in the room, his heart racing in sync with the pulsating beat of the music.
A surge of adrenaline surges through him as he passes by several young women, their eyes gleaming. Each step he takes feels more daring than the last, and he embraces the crowd's energy, letting it empower him as he moves confidently down the catwalk, channeling the vibrant atmosphere surrounding him. However, when one of the women licks her lips, he suddenly feels out of place and only wants to leave the catwalk and retreat backstage. The exhilaration that once fueled his stride now transforms into an unsettling awareness of the attention he's drawing, making him question whether he truly belongs in this spotlight.
Fortunately, Michael only had to go out on the catwalk once and was about to change into his regular clothing when he noticed a man approaching the designer with a serious expression. Intrigued, he paused, wondering if this encounter might lead to an unexpected opportunity or a potential conflict in the bustling world of fashion. As the stranger approached, Michael's curiosity grew; he sensed something in the air that hinted at something unexpected. The designer's demeanor shifted, and Michael leaned in slightly, eager to catch snippets of their conversation. When the man suddenly grabs the designer and pulls out a gun, Michael's heart races, shock paralyzing him for a brief moment. He recognized this was no ordinary meeting; it was a life-or-death situation before his eyes.
Michael realizes that this man is the one who has been threatening the designer's life for weeks and has finally revealed his sinister intentions. Anxiety surged through him as he weighed his options, knowing he had to act quickly to prevent a tragedy from occurring in front of him.
The man and designer slowly move away from backstage with the gun pointed at her head as she trembles in fear, unsure of what his next move will be. The audience at the catwalk remains oblivious to the unfolding chaos behind the scenes.
In the meantime, Michael does not move from his position, mind racing on what to do next.
The gunman leaves with his hostage, walking out a back door into the dimly lit alley, where muffled sounds of the show continue to echo faintly. Just as Michael steps forward, determined to intervene, a security guard rushes past him, prepared to confront the threat and rescue the designer before it's too late.
A shot rings out, and the guard falls wounded to the ground, a look of shock frozen on his face. Michael's heart raced as he weighed his options, knowing he had to act quickly to prevent further chaos. "KITT! I need you," he shouts into the comlink, desperately hoping for a swift response.
The familiar voice of his AI companion crackled to life, "I'm on my way, Michael!" As Michael scanned the alley, he realized that time was running out and that the designer's life depended on his next move.
The gunman continues pulling his hostage down the alley toward a dimly lit street. However, screeching tires echoed through the night air, freezing the gunman and his hostage. A sleek black car skids to a stop just a few feet away, its headlights illuminating the scene with an intense glare that disorients them both.
KITT has blocked the way, preventing both gunman and hostage from leaving the confines of the narrow passage.
The gunman, realizing he could no longer escape, tightened his grip on the hostage, his eyes darting between the car and the shadows that loomed around them, desperate for a way out. He shoots at the black car with accuracy, the bullets ricocheting off KITT's reinforced exterior. The sound reverberated in the narrow passage, echoing his panic as the hostage whimpered softly, sensing the danger escalating. Time seemed to pause at that moment as the gunman considered his dwindling options. He could either maintain his desperate stand, relinquish control, or risk everything for a chance at escape.
Before deciding, the gunman is tackled from behind by the tall man dressed in a black leather bikini brief, and the gun drops from his grasp as he is overwhelmed.
The police arrived minutes later after KITT alerted them without delay. They quickly assess the situation and take the gunman into custody.
The designer, although shaken, kisses Michael on the cheek gratefully before returning inside the building to recover from the traumatic encounter. Michael watches her go, feeling relief as he reflects on how quickly things could have escalated.
Michael walks over to KITT with a smile and strokes the sleek surface of the car. "You pulled through for us today, buddy," he says, gratitude evident in his voice.
KITT hums softly, ready to ask Michael a question as they are almost ready to leave the scene behind. "Michael? Where on earth are your pants?"
Michael laughs uneasily, understanding that he had been too preoccupied to take note of his unusual outfit. "Let's just say I had other things on my mind," he replies, a sheepish grin spreading across his face before retrieving his missing clothing inside the building. Returning to the Trans AM, he added, "Now, let's get out of here before anyone else starts asking questions."
The two best friends laugh together as they drive away toward home.