Henko began packing some of the alcohol that was stored in the back of the bar ready to ship them to a storage area. Once he found the right place, he would use the liquid. He was cleaning what he could to make the place more presentable then what it was now. Henko had called up some contractors to fix the walls that were full of bullet holes. The furniture was all going to go in the trash; there was no way to save any of it. He had already placed a 'For Sale' sign outside of the bar a couple of days ago. The place was in a great location for getting customers, just not the right place for him anymore. He didn't know if he would be able to sale the place or not. There was no way he could tell the buyer that there was a Mafia gang demanding protection fee. What else could he do though? He needed to sale the place and fast. The sound of the phone going off made him almost jump out of his skin. He walked over to the phone.
"Okama Bar, how can I help you?" Henko spoke into the phone.
"Um…yes, is this the place that has a for sale sign by owner?" A deep voice spoke out on the other side of the phone. Henko jumped on the inside. It was a buyer.
"Why yes, it is." He spoke out.
"That's good. I wanted to know if I could stop by the store and see what it looks like. I'm interested in buying a store, but I need to make sure that it is what I am looking for." Henko smiled.
"Yes, you can come over. Um, is there a way that we can schedule a time tomorrow at one o'clock?"
"Is today not good?" The man questioned.
"Well, it's because I am moving several items, it's kind of a mess. I want to be able to have it cleaned, so when you come in here, you can see the beauty of the place." He heard the man laugh into the phone.
"I guess I can understand where you are coming from. If you are going to show off a home you want to sell, you want it to look the best right." Henko giggled a bit.
"Yes, you understand." Henko spoke to the man. He hoped he understood. The man finally replied.
"Yes, one tomorrow would be fine." Henko was jumping with joy on the inside. Will this man be the one that will take this place?" They finished off the conversation.
"My name is George. So, I will see you tomorrow then."
"Yes, and my name is Henko, I will be here." The man said his thanks and hung up. Henko pressed the talk button turning off the phone. He looked around at bar and host area. He needed to get rid of all the furniture before the man comes tomorrow. The places that the bullets had hit in the wall would have to be covered. There were some painters scheduled to come later today, so he hoped they could just do those areas first before starting to paint. Henko picked up the phone and called his local trash company and requested for a trash bin and some helpers.
Henko poured some water for the men that were wiping their brows that were dripping with sweat. Henko couldn't help but stare at them. He found some of them to be very attractive. They wore white tank tops and baggy jeans. They had tough tan thick leather gloves allowing them to get a good grip on items they moved. The men were sweating all over especially on their shirts. Henko stared at the gentleman in front of him down his water. He had wavy brown hair that came to his shoulder and was clean saved. He did have some tats, but Henko was staring more at his chest. He was chiseled. He looked as if he was born from one of those naked statues. Scanning lower, he wished the pants were not so baggy. He couldn't help but wanting to know what he had underneath.
"You should wipe your mouth, you're drooling." Henko's eyes snapped back at the man. "You are staring at me intensely." Henko blushed from being caught. The man laughed. "Don't worry. You're not the only man to stare at me like that." Henko shifted his eyes. Usually no one knew he was a guy when he was in drag, so for him to know it made it even more awkward." The man's eyes lowered a bit and his voice went deep as he spoke. "I'm used to gay men staring at me, especially my package. They want to know what's under it." He motioned for Henko to bring his face closer to his. Henko did as if he was in a trance. "But I have to say, I'm sorry. I am happily married to my wife and we have three kids and one on the way. So, I don't swing that way." Henko stood back up and smiled.
"You're a real gentleman." The man was a bit confused. "It's because even though you're not gay, you take the looks as if they are nothing."
"Well, I wouldn't say that." The man scratched his chin.
"It's true though." The man glanced at Henko.
"What is?"
"I was staring at your package." The man turned a bit red then laughed nervously. "But since you're straight, I know I won't get to see it. But can you do something else?" Henko asked.
"And what is that?" The man questioned.
"Tell me what the inch and girth is of your dick when you're hard." The man went red as an apple.
"I…I …um…that…" The man could only stutter. It was Henko's turn to laugh.
"Darling. I'm kidding. That is only for your woman to know, not someone like me." The man laughed scratching his head.
"Wow, you're the first to say something like that before. I was kind of blown back." Henko laughed.
"If you girls are done talking, break is over, time for work." Another man spoke out. Henko kind of forgot about him. He was an older man and not much in shape for what he did. Henko didn't ignore the man on purpose. He was just immersed with the other men.
Henko watched as the men moved the damaged furniture outside. The painters had come to the bar as well. He spoke to them explaining how he wanted the holes plastered first before they start the painting. The men understood and started. Hours have gone by, and the bar and host area was changing. The holes were disappearing and the areas around him were becoming empty. He was surprised that he was never asked what had happened to the walls or the furniture.
The sun was starting to go down. The men said their goodbyes, and Henko watched as they left. The painters would be back, but the trash men weren't. He had fun watching those bodies and how they moved showing off those muscles. Henko walked into the host area where it was completely bare. There were no tables, chairs, and the couches were gone as well. He walked over to the walls to inspect them to make sure that there were no holes in them. Those painters knew what they were doing. The walls looked funky with the white plaster. But it would be taken care of later. Stepping backwards and looking around. The place looked a lot better than it did before. Knowing that it was getting late, Henko closed and locked the doors and headed home.