Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“I gotta piss. Be right back,” he shouted to Meg. He pushed through the densely packed sea of bodies before she could respond. He needed air. He needed to get a fucking grip on himself. Figuratively, of course, though he was tempted to jerk one out in the stall just to ease the ache.
Once in the bathroom he splashed cold water on his face and took a deep breath.
If there was one thing he knew for certain, he was not attracted to men.
He definitely wasn’t gay.
Chapter Two
Ansel hit the last pose as the spotlights blinked off. His heart pounded against his rib cage, his skin glistened with sweat. They’d only danced for ten minutes, but they’d timed everything just right. The crowd loved their routine.
He took a deep breath and broke position. God, it was a rush to be onstage, to feel the caress of hundreds of eyes watching you. His whole body buzzed with the excitement of the moment. He grabbed Tam’s hand as they moved backstage and gave him a squeeze.
“Good job, honey,” he whispered.
“Thanks. I think the spin kicks and the second eight-count worked better. Don’t you?”
“It was fucking brilliant, Tam.” Z rushed past, pulling off the black gloves he’d worn during the second half of the dance.
Out front, the DJ’s voice came over the speakers. “Don’t worry, Queens and Kings, the Sassy Boyz will be heading out to work the crowd in a few minutes. So get your dollar bills ready because, trust me, you want to see what those boys can do up close and personal.”
Lirim snorted as he sat in one of the metal chairs in the dressing room and began pulling off his boots. “He wishes.”
“Or not,” Ansel said.
“You didn’t. Really?” Z stood naked now, wiping himself down with a towel. His light olive skin was smooth and taut over the hard muscles developed by dancing.
Dag, the DJ, wasn’t so bad. He’d only been working at the club for a couple of weeks, and yeah, okay, he was kind of a douchebag if you let him open his mouth, but the guy had a great ass and Ansel didn’t get to top very often.
He folded his arms across his chest. “It was a slow night.”
“Slut.” Tam grinned as he pulled off the tiny leather shorts.
“Says the genius who choreographs the dirty routines we dance every night. I think there is something twisted in your little brain.”
Tam ducked his head. His light brown hair fell like a curtain to hide his face from the rest of them. Even after years together, he still struggled to speak his mind, but Ansel didn’t let the lack of reply bother him.
He flipped his hair and cocked his hip. “Let’s hurry up, I need a drink—or two hundred. And damn, I want to get laid.”
“What else is new?” Z asked, pulling on his black G-string. It was always black with Azariah. “Just don’t get so wasted tonight that I have to drag your ass all the way to your apartment again. That was hell on my best pair of heels.”
“Shut up, Z.”
“I’m just saying you still owe me for that cab ride.”
“Didn’t you go home with that jock last night?” Lirim asked. Dressed in colorful briefs, flashy cuffs around his slim biceps, and multi-colored thigh-high stockings, he looked like the gay version of Rainbow Brite.
“I tried, but he got a palm full of balls instead of the pretty pussy he expected, and flipped out.”
“God, Ansel. You’re going to end up in the hospital pulling stunts like that.” Tam shook his head.
Been there, done that. They knew about most of his past, about Ray—maybe not all the gritty details—but the hospital was not foreign territory. Besides, he’d befriended an ex-Navy SEAL and knew all kinds of ways to protect himself these days.
“This one was too shocked to get violent, but it did mean I had to jerk off alone. That’s never as satisfying.”
He finished getting changed, reapplied his makeup to match his new outfit, rubbed some body glitter on his chest, and spritzed himself with the sample bottle of Flowerbomb he’d gotten from the Sephora counter.
He wore a pair of lacy black short-shorts that highlighted the bulge between his legs and made his ass look divine. He chose the same knee-high black leather boots he’d worn onstage and decided to go shirtless under a mesh shrug that made his pecs pop. He studied himself in the mirror beside Z, Lirim, and Tam.
They all looked fucking sexy. Maybe to some, confusing as hell. But that’s what they were all about. He smacked his ruby-red lips, fluffed his hair, and adjusted his package.
“Ready to work, bitches?” Lirim asked.
“They won’t know what hit ‘em.”
“Damn straight.”
“Well, not straight,” Tam said.
“Bent. Really, really bent,” Ansel said, and they all laughed.
Yes, pushing the boundaries was what he lived for.