Patel slowly entered the dark apartment. It was friday, and like every friday he found himself covered in leather except for the entry hole in the back of his black pants. And like every friday Powerslave was seated in the big red chair in the right corner of the room. Yet something was different in his appearance. His cross dressing apparel had been ditched in exchange for a red blazer, orange Dockers, and high top Air Force Ones. He sat rather lazily, stroking his penis through his open fly. Patel took a quick, lusty glance before snapping back to reality. "I thought you were the CD today, what happened." Powerslave took his eyes off his crotch long enough to give Patel a dismissive, bored glare. "I forgot the jelly." The jelly. A special mixture of vaseline, baby powder, and Chanel lotion, The Jelly was perhaps the most important item involved in the "fun and games" Patel had come to love. "If there's no jelly...how are we going to do this?" Patel asked as he sat his briefcase down on an old table. Powerslave winked at him. "I've got something better."
