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After going to my room I changed shirts, I put on the green shirt, since Kwame want me to wear one of the new shirts. When it was time to eat I went down to the dinning room, and sat at our usual table. The waiter brought my iced tea with limon, and shortly Kwame joined me. The waiter brought our food, and as we ate we talked about my training progress. Kwame was pleased with the way things were going, and with the development he could see.

About the time we were eating dessert, Kwame informed me we had been invited to dine with Mr. Asante the next evening. He said we would meet at Mr. Asante’s store before going to the restaurant. I ask what I should wear, and he told me what I had on would be fine. He explained Mr. Asante wanted to dress me in his clothing, so that I could model it at the restaurant. I just laughed and said so I’ll be his model, and his reply was something like that.

We finished our meal, and I headed to my room, while Kwame went about his business. Once in my room I turned on the TV and surfed the channels, I couldn’t find anything I wanted to watch, so I changed my clothes, or I guess I should say I stripped to my briefs. It was a nice warm night, so I went out on the balcony and sat down. I was startled when I heard a voice asking how I was, so I looked over at the balcony to my right, and saw a man enjoying a drink. I told him I was doing fine, then I ask how he was do this evening. He said thing were going well with him, and that he was in town on business.

He told me he couldn’t help noticing my build, and wanted to know if I was with a football (socker) team visiting the city. I laughed and thanked him for the complement, and I told him I wasn’t on any team. I told him I just liked to stay in shape, and had been working out with the trainer at the hotel. He ask if my wife was enjoying the country, and I informed him I wasn’t married. He then suggested we go out sometime, and he could take me to some nice bars. I thanked him, but told him I had friends who were entertaining me. I told him I was going out to dinner with them the next evening.

He looked down at his watch, and said he had to get ready for bed. He said he had a business appointment in the morning. I told him I understood, and that I had enjoyed talking with him. I then got up and went in to see if anything had come on TV. I found a program on African wildlife, so I sat down and watched the program before going to bed.

The next morning I got ready and went for my training session with Kwame. We had a nice workout, and after cleaning up we had a great breakfast. We had lunch together, and Kwame said he would come for me when time for our dinning with Mr. Asante. We went about our activities for the day, and Kwame came for me when it was time to go meet with Mr. Asante.

We walked the few blocks to Mr. Asante’s store, and he was waiting for us. He locked the door and turned on the closed sign, before he ushered me to the dressing area. Mr. Asante had me strip to my briefs, then handed me a pair of white trousers. I put them on and they were very flattering, slim fitting legs, tapered form fitting to my butt and waist. Next he handed me a nice light blue tapered dress shirt, that was made of material that clung to my body. I noticed, in the mirror, that it really showed off my muscular upper body. Both Mr. Asante and Kwame said I looked great in the outfit, not to mention sexy. Mr. Asante then handed me a dark blue tapered dress jacked to wear. I put it on and we all agreed it made a great outfit together.

We then went to the restaurant, and as soon as Mr. Asante entered the owner came over and greeted him. He then order a waiter to escort us to Mr. Asante’s usual table. The table was off to the right about midway inside the restaurant, and afforded a view of the entire restaurant. You could see everything, and everyone could see you. The waiter pulled the chair out for Mr. Asante to be seated, and I was motioned to set at Mr. Asante’s right while Kwaku sat at his left.

I noticed everyone in the restaurant watched us come in, and that all were whispering. When our food arrived, Mr. Asante told me to stand up and take off my jacket. He told me to face out toward the patrons while taking off the jacked. He told me to then turn and place the jacket on the back of the chair. When I did this I noticed most people were watching me, and I could hear their whispering.

When we had finished and were ready to leave, Mr. Asante had me stand and put on my jacket. He then ask me to pull his chair out, so that he could get up. I did as he ask, and noticed everyone was watching us once again. As we left, I could see everyone watching and hear their whispering. I did hear one comment, something about he’s outdone it this time.

We returned to the store, and I changed back into my clothes. I thanked Mr. Asante for my dinner and a wonderful evening. He then thanked me for accompanying him, and for modeling his clothing. Kwame walked me back to the hotel, before heading to his place. I went to my room and got ready for bed.

Once I had taken everything off except my briefs, I opened the balcony door for some fresh air. I walked out on the balcony and stood looking down at the traffic, and viewing the lights of the city. The man I had met earlier was out on his balcony, but I had failed to notice him. He ask aren’t you going to speak, and add that was a great show tonight. He then informed me he had been at the restaurant with two fellow businessmen, and that they had watched me modeling Mr. Asante’s clothing. He laughed and said you did a good job of showing off your body, as well. He said, I bet they would all like to see what I’m looking at now. I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment.

We both laughed, then wished each other a goodnight. I went in and crawled in bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.