I've have me a brand-new new hat, a natty green cap, and it seems a good time for a draw of my almost brand-new story. First name out of the hat gets a copy of
Prey Time.
Two men are checking Jeff out before he even enters the club. They're a real pretty picture, Blue Eyes with his back pressed against Green Eyes' chest as they watch him get a drink. He waits to see what they do. If they want him, he'll play, but first they have to ask nicely. Jeff is the top, the one in control. Except Jeff soon finds out he isn't. The little man with the snapping blue eyes is definitely the puppet master here.
Leave a comment here, my lovelies, I'll pick it out tomorrow.