Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I gasp when, in one unified move, the three of them tear away their chaps and their jeans, revealing shimmering red briefs beneath.
A hand on my arm makes me jump. Garrett’s there, holding out another lemon drop.
Poor Garrett. He’s clearly not enjoying the show. I wonder what he expected.
He’s definitely not gay, because it’s very unlikely that any person who likes men would not find something appealing in this troupe.
When there’s a brief lull between performances, I turn to my coworker. “Are you doing okay?”
He shrugs. “I’m fine. It’s not my thing, but that’s okay.”
“I was hoping to talk to Trevor after the show. Are you good with staying after for a few minutes?”
His frown tells me he’s not excited about the idea, even though he answers in the affirmative.
“I won’t be long,” I tell him.
“It’s fine,” he says. “I haven’t seen Trevor in a long time. It’ll be good to see him.”
His words and his expression still don’t quite match up. Maybe it’s weird to find out someone you know is a stripper. It could be awkward, but from my brief encounter with Trevor, I don’t expect that he’d be the type of person to make things weird.
Garrett might be comfortable, but I’m starting to get a little nervous. What will I say to Trevor? Great show. Nice seeing you. Bye.
As I watch him dance, it’s occurring to me that I could have had sex with him last night, and the more I think about it the more the idea intrigues me. But I wouldn’t want to have sex with someone who’s being paid to sleep with me. Even though his dance moves are making my body feel all sorts of ways, I still want there to be emotion involved when I’m with someone. I want to care for them and have them care about me.
I wonder if Trevor has a girlfriend. It would be weird to date a stripper and have to overlook the fact that they’re sharing their body with other people for money. There would have to be a high level of trust.
I notice with interest that my body isn’t responding to any of the other men on stage, even though they’re all good looking. Only Trevor. What does that mean? What is it about him? And he’s not even what I would have considered my type. Physically and intellectually, I’d have said Garrett was my type. And he is. But there’s definitely something about Trevor, too.
I’ve never gotten horny for Garrett, but until tonight, I’ve only ever been with him in a professional environment. Now, with him standing close, with our bodies touching when the crowd pushes us together, I’m feeling very confused as I watch the rest of the show.
On stage, Trevor and another guy have come out wearing loincloths and carrying caveman clubs. It’d be laughable if he didn’t look so damn sexy in everything. I’m transfixed as the caveman clothes are torn away, revealing leopard-print thongs.
None of the men has been fully nude on stage, though with each reveal, I find myself wanting to see more. And as Garrett puts his hand on the small of my back, keeping me close as the women around us jump up and down, the ache between my legs becomes nearly unbearable.
6
Trevor
As a man who loves women, I never thought there would be such a thing as too many women. Picture time after our shows always proves me wrong.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the women, but with all of the long eyelashes, long hair, and short skirts — they all start to blur together after a while. I’m not complaining, and the women are great for my ego, but I’m also grateful when the lines start to dwindle.
Then I see Autumn.
I’d have bet all of the bills in my briefs that she wouldn’t have come here. She looked so uncomfortable when I was dancing in her living room last night, but there’s a different look in her eyes now as she approaches. Maybe that’s due to the guy who’s practically glued to her side. Why did her friends hire me to take her virginity when she already has a boyfriend?
She looks especially hot tonight. Her skin glows and her hair shines, and the tight dress she has on makes her body look ever better than I’d remembered. Whoever this guy she’s with is, she’s definitely put in an effort for him. He’s taller than me. I pull my eyes away from her pretty face to check him out, and I’m shocked when I do.
“Garrett!” I haven’t seen Garrett Denton since graduation. “How’ve you been, man?” I’d give him a hug, but considering I’m mostly naked, I figure he’ll prefer a handshake.
“Trevor. Hi.”
He doesn’t look as surprised to see me as I am him, so I guess he recognized me on stage. He’s still sticking close to Autumn, his body language making it clear why he’s here.