About Tuesday Night

by Sean Michael
12 pages / 3800 words
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It’s wings night at the Barrel, and Derek thinks he and Billy ought to go out and have a few laughs. He stops by Billy’s salon, hoping Billy will agree to his plan for the evening. Billy thinks Derek is pretty hot, and he figures maybe they ought to have an appetizer before they go out. What sort of menu do these two have planned?

Sample

"Okay, Mrs. Peters, you're ready to go." Ready to go and take her too-pink lipstick and Botoxed forehead out to meet her little $100 an hour houseboy. At least her hair was perfect. Of course, so was her little Ricky's hair -- last time he had an appointment for a shampoo, cut, color, fuck, and style.

She patted my cheek, gave me a hefty tip and wandered out, wiggling in too-high heels, vinyl pants squeaking. Damn. I almost felt sorry for Ricky. Almost. He'd probably make more tonight than I made all week in the salon, after paying rent and utilities and supplies.

Still, if I fucked someone? It was because I wanted to, not because I was on the payroll.

I went to lock the salon door behind Mrs. Peters, my reflection sort of eerie in the smoked glass. Not too tall, not too wide, not too blond -- sort of just right. I mean, I work out and shit, but I don't bulk up. I can't imagine my little blue haired grannies coming to get their perms done by a muscle-bound uber-stud.

There was a rap on the door, making the glass rattle, startling me.

"Shit." I unlocked the door, looked out. "We're closed."

Speaking of muscle-bound uber-studs -- it was Derek, grin wide, red hair cut short, green eyes looking me up and down. I'd met him at a bar a few blocks down the street and though we hadn't left together, it had been a close thing.

I'd mentioned where I'd worked. Funny, I hadn't thought he was paying that much attention.

"Hey."

"Hey, Red." I gave him a grin, a nod, my prick throbbing a little. He'd been worth a quiet little tug and squirt in the shower, imagining that hard body above me. "What can I do you for?"