The Man Club. It’s the electric place where gay gents pick up one-night stands, hot male dancers work for big tips, and fresh bachelorettes have their steamy, pre-marital parties. Running The Man Club is a crazy job for middle-aged Gyles Beare. Between hiring and firing dancers, keeping wait staff in line, and paying the bills, Gyles tries to have a love life, but it isn’t easy. Not at all. Enter Car Tate. Car lives with Gyles, and has been a solid tenant for the last few months. Handsome. Charming. A good head on his shoulders. Car sometimes works at the club to help Gyles out. He always has Gyles’s back. Lately, though, Car’s been over-the-top nice to Gyles. The sweet and romantic things Car’s been doing for Gyes are oddly pleasant. What’s going on? Is Car in love with Gyles? Is it time for Gyles to confront his hidden feelings and land the man of his dreams?

The Man Club

She attempts to light a cigarillo, but the waiter rushes up to her side and politely tells her that she can’t. Jane rolls her eyes, makes a tssskkksound, but surprisingly obliges. Sitting sideways, looking out at the bleak day, she crosses her legs, uncrosses them, and re-crosses them.


“Shall we talk business, Mr. Beare?”


“Of course.” I ogle her fake breasts, pulled back forehead, fresh Botox under her eyes and in her newly plumped cheeks. I’ve heard she’s recently had her neck sculpted by Dr. Mitchell Heni, one of Templeton’s best plastic surgeons. I see a few wrinkles under her jaws and think differently.


“Gyles, you do know I love your club. Right? The queer dancers. The drinks. The music. The time alone with Mr. Abs. He is my favorite, of course. He puts on marvelous shows for me in the upstairs rooms. I’m quite the supporter of your establishment and Mr. Abs.”


I nod. “Thank you. I’m glad you like the place, Jane.”


Chapter 7