Chapter 13

I hand him a twenty dollar bill. Most of the patrons tuck their paper inside the strippers’ asses, thongs, or mouths. I prefer to be a gentleman and merely hand over the money to the young men, making them reach for it out of respect and modesty.

Dandy takes the money and says, “I’m new here. What do you think of my looks?” He kneels on the bar and brushes his thong-covered cock against my nose.

I don’t even get excited by his act. Instead, I feel bad for him, and realize that he has probably made bad choices in his life and has poor standards. “Nice. You must work out a lot?”

“Four times a week. Sometimes five. I really like how I look. And I really like how you look.”

I smile, knowing he’s playing me. I throw him off and ask, “You have a guy friend?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s his name?”

“Rutger.” It’s another phony name that is devised by his imagination, shielding himself from all the loons in the world.

“Does he know you do this kind of work?”