Jimmy’s hot, muscular, and drop-dead good-looking. The streets are his office, and horny businessmen and frustrated husbands are his clients. This short story is a day in his life, from his small apartment above a Chinese supermarket to all his favourite haunts -- the train station, the concert hall.<br><br>Experience the thrills and scares of a typical day in the life of a sex worker. Learn why he wouldn’t trade his life for all the money in the world. Or for love. There’s no doubt he’ll give you a thrill. That’s what he’s paid to do.

Jimmy

I’ve heard it all before. There’s nothing I haven’t been called. Faggot, poof, pansy, queer, slut, pillow biter, bum bandit, poo puncher, arse pirate. Oil on water. It doesn’t penetrate. What do a few names mean? Nothing. I have my health, my looks, my freedom, and enough money to live the way I want to.


Chapter 2