While they walked toward the dining room entrance, displays of the Scorching Banana Flambés were being brought to various tables in the dining room. Blazing colorful sparklers illuminated a rainbow over silver trays of the dessert in a fanfare under the dim light chandeliers of the dining room.
“Magical Burning Sticks. Yuk!” Glenn’s terminology for the extravagant dessert likened to his distaste for bananas in general.
“Wait, I have something for you.” Bruce’s voice called after them, before they reached the exit.
Upon reaching them, Bruce handed an envelope to Glenn. “I hope to see both of you there.”
“I thought we were the ones to pay the tip,” Billie quipped.
“It’s a party I thought you might be interested in.” Turning back toward the main dining room, he smiled deviously, with two sexy dimples depressed in his cheeks. He rushed back into the dining room.
“What’s this, another invitation to the Greek Lounge at midnight?” Billie stared at the envelope.
Glenn opened it. “Yeah, we have another invitation. I hope we get something else to see later; like Bruce out of his waiter’s uniform.”
“I agree with you. I can’t wait until midnight.”
Glenn and Billie walked down the dimly lit hallway on Level Six. As they progressed, the mysterious couple, they had encountered several times before, approached from the opposite end of the corridor.
“Oh, no,” Billie whispered “Look, here she is again.”
“Just relax. Try to ignore them. Smile and walk by.”
As the two couples met, Billie faked an awkward smile.
Glenn said, “Hello.”
The good looking man with the goatee and mustache reciprocated with, “Good evening.”
The woman stared intently at Billie, until they passed.
Further down the hallway, Billie bemoaned, “Gees, I wish she’d stop staring at me. Something is strange about her.”
“I’m beginning to believe a little bit of what you’re saying,” Glenn agreed. “Her partner is awfully handsome, though. But just let it go. Let’s find this Greek Lounge.”
As they walked, Billie whispered, “Maybe this is some kind of joke.”
Glenn opened his mouth to agree, when they spotted an open gate to their right, just below an olive branch. A nude, male statue adorned with only a fig leaf in the groin area, stood like a god from a gay Garden of Eden. A gorgeous, buffed hunk of a real man, draped in a toga held the gate open for their entry into the Greek lounge. He inspected their invitations for the night and allowed them to enter.
“Something’s going to happen here,” Billie whispered secretly.
“Oh, just be quiet.”
When they entered the lounge, Billie stopped to witness a very sensuous event occurring. Corinthian columns surrounded a circular dance floor, where a surprisingly large group of men danced wildly to disco music, wearing nothing except revealing white Jockey shorts or skimpy togas.
Glenn attempted to make his voice heard above the loud music by shouting in Billie’s ear. “Look at those bulges!”
“Not so loud.” Billie put his hand over his mouth.
“What are we going to do?” Glenn asked.
“I wasn’t expecting to see a Jockey short party on this cruise, maybe with blue-haired women, but not with all these young, hot bods.”
They approached what appeared to be the God of Reception. He, too, was handsome. An olive branch adorned his head of wavy, brown hair. A skimpy toga revealed a chiseled chest and strong muscular legs. This deity that welcomed visitors to the Greek Lounge addressed both of them, “Hi, I’m Jason. I am here to make your evening with the gods of Olympus a sensuous filled night. Register your room number at the gate to the changing room for anything you may need while playing. You can wear Jockey shorts or complimentary togas. Put your clothes in garment bags. Have a sex-enthralling night in the Greek Lounge, with all the Friends of Dorothy. Have fun, but play safe.”
Glenn looked at Billie pensively. His partner returned the same look.
Something new and different was about to happen.
“I don’t know about this.” Glenn hesitated.
“I’m wearing Jockey shorts, not white; but they’ll do.”
Glenn shook his head and said, “I might look relatively good in a jock strap, but not with the looks of all these gorgeous men. We’re wearing togas. I don’t want you parading around in your Jockey shorts with that bulge between your legs among all these studs.”
They approached the clothes check booth, and requested togas. “Thank you.” Billie smiled.
The man who gave them their togas was unbelievingly a man beyond anyone’s dream in appearance, like the two previous men.
“I don’t think I can contain myself, if there are any more guys like him,” Glenn observed.
“You mean undressed men. I don’t know how I am going to include this in my travelogue.” Billie led the way into the changing room, which was a tent.