![]() ![]() Let them slide in and seconds later they’re a quivering mess, crying from shame, and a satisfaction they had longed for far too many years. Living out a gay fantasy that had been brewing since they got their first woody. Ten minutes later, and three hundred richer, I headed to my Camaro parked in Paradise’s lot. ![]() “Meet me in the second alley.” I strode around the concrete building with my hands shoved into my jeans pockets, fondling the merchandise, and getting it ready to show. He nodded, his basset hound neck wobbling. I glanced over my shoulder at him, licked my lips slowly and said, “Me, anyway you want me.” Turning away, I swung my hips and headed back to the light pole I had been holding up. “For three I could have made all your fantasies come true.” “Too bad.” I stood, flipping the top button of my jeans open. Yes, someone else,” he fumbled, his knuckles rounding while he licked his lips. His fingers dug into his thigh as stipples of sweat appeared on his upper lip. His eyes were sloppy and darted from me to the floor, to the windshield then the rear view mirror. I dropped down onto an elbow and leaned into the car, giving the well dressed, if porkish gentleman, my best impish half-smile. The passenger window came down with a murmured hum. I released the toxins through pouted lips as I swaggered to the car. Taking one last draw to the filter, I inhaled then tossed the cigarette to the pavement. The caddy didn’t disappoint and came cruising forward to halt in front of me. Once they caught sight of my pretty-boy looks, they usually stopped. I was everyone’s type whether they knew it or not. The car rolled to a stop fifty feet from me and I gave it a sidelong glance, just a flick of my face so the driver could see the goods. ![]() I didn’t move, appearing disinterested, one hand wedged tightly in my front pocket while my smoke rested on my other hipbone. what do we have here?” I muttered, catching the slow crawl of an ivory Cadillac riding the white line of the avenue, trawling. I thumbed the ashes to the ground, and glanced up and down the four lane road. As I leaned against my lamp post along Pac Ave, I took a long, satisfying drag, drawing smoke into my lungs. It had been a slow night and I’d sucked down half a pack of smokes waiting for another trick. ![]()
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