Chapter 48

“What do you mean ‘bred’?” Arliss found he had little breath to put behind his words. This was like a nightmare.

“Oh, come on, Arliss. Don’t play Mary Poppins with me. You dance like a whore for tips, so I’m sure you know the lingo. Bred means getting your sweet little hole filled with cum. It’s a bareback movie.”

The words hung in the room like a death sentence pronounced in a court, carrying the same weight and gravity. Arliss supposed a death sentence could be one way of looking at things that wouldn’t be so very far out of line.

“You never said there would be unsafe sex.” And he never mentioned unsafe sex with upward of thirty guys! That was nuts! Arliss felt a cold trickle of sweat course down his back. The Bloody Mary churned in his gut.

“It was in the contract, buddy. Didn’t you see it?”