Act 3

It's later that night and we're in a dark club. Pounding music plays to a crowd largely dressed in leather. They're not interest in dancing. They're interested in only one thing, and tonight it's not "Kylie: The Showgirl Princess", for a change! OMO and TB are at the bar, surveying the scene. They're trying to decide on tonight's plaything(s). They're also trying to ignore the guy wandering around in only a rubber vest, his cock tucked up inside it so only his balls dangle out of the bottom, and the guy in a jock-strap who hasn't realised that one ball is poking out the side. Anywho, they have two, er, victims in mind already when suddenly the door opens and in walks... The God. He is dressed in jeans with chaps and a leather waistcoat. OMO has a spontaneous hot flush, TB starts to dribble (again). As The God strides past he does a slight double-take and growls "Hello". He clearly recognises OMO and TB from the slack-jawed staring. And the slightly too high-pitched giggling. TB manages a surprisingly butch "Hello" in return. OMO just stares. The God strides off. OMO runs off to the toilet to splash cold water on his face and regain his composure.

(Act 4)