and a lot of other shit. I loved pretty much all of it."
"He didn’t really give back a lot of the time, but he let me live with him and he fed me. He knew I was a stripper when he met me at Burning Man, so why he started having a problem with it later, I’ll never know. He told me to quit. I made the mistake of laughing in his face."
"Even with my advanced healing, I was black and blue for a week with a broken arm and a fractured jaw. It was maybe...4 years after that that I left him? Maybe it was three? Doesn’t matter really. Point is, I stayed for a while so I could save money to be able to afford my own place."
"Back then, nobody really paid attention to one man stalking another man. Restraining orders and ‘domestic violence’ weren’t really available to men. It took another 3 years...5?...to get him to leave me alone. At this point, it was like...1999? Maybe it was 2000? Not important."
"After I finally got him to leave me the fuck alone, I jumped from club to club, dancing for as long as the manager or owner could stand me. I think I’d been through maybe 7 or 8 clubs before I walked into Gatet Petit. That’s where I met Oriol. He gave me the once-over, asked if I could dance, and told me to come back for a trial the next night. I’ve been working there since."
"That’s where I met Jason. Jason is kind of nerdy looking and totally straight, but he's adorable as fuck. It’s kind of a shame. He’s gorgeous. I’d do him in a hot second. Whatever. We’re best friends. His girlfriend of 8 years just up and left him one day. What a bitch. Poor Jason is in the same situation I was in with Derryl, only Jenette isn’t stalking him and he’s still in love with her."
"She left him because she thought he was really gay. He just works here for the money. He needed it because he was paying for their wedding, except, now there’s no wedding. When I found out she’d left him, I took him out for drinks and pool. We went to a straight bar. I pretended to be interested in the chicks because he needed to get laid."
"It didn’t happen."
"We went back to my place and passed out on the couch watching some action movie. I wasn’t really paying attention and he picked it. We were both pretty shit-faced and I passed out early on. We ended up going to work still drunk the next day. Well, he did, I got re-drunk at work."
"That was 6 months ago."
“Lately there’s been this big brunette coming in. He’s so sexy. He’s got this...scar?...over his right eye. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about scars that just...gets me. Well, there’s a lot that just gets my engine going. Scars, tats, big arms, wide shoulders. Fuck. Just thinking about it has me all excited."
"I’d love to taste him at least once, but he doesn’t seem all that interested in me. I’ve even offered. He just...stares at me. He’s totally a wolf, but god is he a fox! I just want to free his hair from that stupid man bun, sink my fingers into it, and rub myself all over him.”