Night Club Cat
Yesterday was supposed to be my day off. Instead I worked from just before 8am to 6pm and totally missed the snow. all we have left is slush.
Night Club Cat
Key danced to the edge of the crowd. His self-designated dance Partner-of-the-Moment looked him down. Key’s clothes were getting too tight. Living in Mrs. N’s garage was too good. He’d grown five inches in the last year and filled out quite a bit.
Maybe twenty dollars wouldn’t be enough to last the week. He needed new club clothes.
He turned his best smile at the guy. “Thirsty?”
The guy grinned back and motioned the bartender over. He ordered for both of them then handed Key a fifty. “Keep the change.”
Key withheld his sigh as he pocketed the change. He handed his Partner-of-the-Moment a glass and took a sip of his own. It glowed neon blue in the black lights above the bar. Why did everyone think he preferred ecstatics of a drink over the taste?
“Drink up, beautiful.” Partner-of-the-Moment’s eyes glittered. But good luck getting Key drunk. He had an agreement with the bartender to only serve him virgin drinks. This way Key could drink and dance all night and Terr didn’t have risk serving alcohol to a minor. Despite the sign on the door, if you were pretty enough, the bouncers didn’t check your ID, which was how Key had gotten in the first time.
Key took another sip. He’d rather just down the whole thing in one swallow or better yet, distract his dance partner with something more strenuous, but in Key’s experience his admirers thought that over twenty dollars should allow them more than making out in a corner.
Key was not a rent boy. He had sex with who he wanted to-sometimes after he’d danced with them, they’d bought him drinks and given him a twenty to go freshen up. Condoms were in the bathroom. If the guy followed him into the bathroom to wash his hands and Key asked him to look at some funny graffiti in the last stall or the guy greeted Key with a smile back on the dance floor and Key asked him if he’d like to go out back and cool off and, either way, they ended up having sex against a wall-That didn’t make him a prostitute. He said no as often as he said yes and he was certain he’d had sex a time or two without being handed money.
Well, pretty sure anyway.
Partner-of-the-Moment set down his drink and put a hand on Key’s ass. This guy wasn’t sexy enough to take such liberties. Key stepped back. Partner-of-the-Moment frowned. “Hey!”
“Hello, Kitten,” said the sexiest voice Key had heard all day. Maybe all year. But being called a kitten hit a bit to close to home. Key turned to give the new comer a flat stare, but the guy’s body matched his voice. He was tall and muscular and his pale hair shown purple under the black lights. His shirt is too tight for street-wear, hugging all those beautiful muscles and the dark jeans were painted on. Hot.
Partner-of-the-Moment stepped between them. “He’s mine. I paid him.”
Sexy barely gave him a glance. “How much?”
“Forty bucks!”
Key rolled his eyes.
A fifty appeared in Sexy’s fingers. He pressed it to his lips and held to Key. “Dance with me.”
Key snatched it up and sashayed onto the dance floor.
Sexy was not at his back. Sometimes Key hated attention but right now he hated being ignored. He turned around. Ex-Partner-of-the-Moment screamed at Sexy, who didn’t look a bit phased. He grinned at Key over the idiot’s head. “Give me just a second to deal with this.”
Key would. He’d give him all night. Key sidled up to a group of girls and they let him join the fun. Two of the girls started a dance contest with him. Others joined. Key stepped back to let the two friends face off. Something cold touched his neck. A water bottle, still sealed. He took a long drink then looked over his shoulder.
Sexy grinned back. “Hello, Kitten. Watching you dance was well worth the money.”
Key blinked at him. Sexy laughed. “Kitten, you are so beautiful.”
That wasn’t worth a reply. The dance contest ended in a tie with both girls leaning against the bar. Terr gave him both free drinks. Knowing him, the drinks were more water than alcohol.
“So, Kitten, what are you going to do with the ninety dollars?”
None of his business. “That other guy only gave me twenty-five.”
“Scandalous.” Sexy touched his thumb to his first two fingers and another fifty appeared. It was only sleight of hand so Key refused to be impressed. Sexy tapped the money against Key’s nose. Key grabbed at it. Sexy didn’t let go. “I’ll see you next week? Friday? Saturday?”
Of course Sexy would expect something. No one gave away money like that. But a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars and Sexy was sexy. “Friday.”
Sexy let go of the fifty and Key shoved it into his pocket.
“Until next time.” Sexy reached out but didn’t quite touch Key’s lower lip then dropped his hand. A goodbye? But if Sexy wasn’t interest in a quickie, it was time to get that money somewhere safe. Key turned back at the front door. Sexy met his eye. Key licked his lips. Sexy grinned.
Key knew what he was doing next Friday night.
Night Club Cat
Key danced to the edge of the crowd. His self-designated dance Partner-of-the-Moment looked him down. Key’s clothes were getting too tight. Living in Mrs. N’s garage was too good. He’d grown five inches in the last year and filled out quite a bit.
Maybe twenty dollars wouldn’t be enough to last the week. He needed new club clothes.
He turned his best smile at the guy. “Thirsty?”
The guy grinned back and motioned the bartender over. He ordered for both of them then handed Key a fifty. “Keep the change.”
Key withheld his sigh as he pocketed the change. He handed his Partner-of-the-Moment a glass and took a sip of his own. It glowed neon blue in the black lights above the bar. Why did everyone think he preferred ecstatics of a drink over the taste?
“Drink up, beautiful.” Partner-of-the-Moment’s eyes glittered. But good luck getting Key drunk. He had an agreement with the bartender to only serve him virgin drinks. This way Key could drink and dance all night and Terr didn’t have risk serving alcohol to a minor. Despite the sign on the door, if you were pretty enough, the bouncers didn’t check your ID, which was how Key had gotten in the first time.
Key took another sip. He’d rather just down the whole thing in one swallow or better yet, distract his dance partner with something more strenuous, but in Key’s experience his admirers thought that over twenty dollars should allow them more than making out in a corner.
Key was not a rent boy. He had sex with who he wanted to-sometimes after he’d danced with them, they’d bought him drinks and given him a twenty to go freshen up. Condoms were in the bathroom. If the guy followed him into the bathroom to wash his hands and Key asked him to look at some funny graffiti in the last stall or the guy greeted Key with a smile back on the dance floor and Key asked him if he’d like to go out back and cool off and, either way, they ended up having sex against a wall-That didn’t make him a prostitute. He said no as often as he said yes and he was certain he’d had sex a time or two without being handed money.
Well, pretty sure anyway.
Partner-of-the-Moment set down his drink and put a hand on Key’s ass. This guy wasn’t sexy enough to take such liberties. Key stepped back. Partner-of-the-Moment frowned. “Hey!”
“Hello, Kitten,” said the sexiest voice Key had heard all day. Maybe all year. But being called a kitten hit a bit to close to home. Key turned to give the new comer a flat stare, but the guy’s body matched his voice. He was tall and muscular and his pale hair shown purple under the black lights. His shirt is too tight for street-wear, hugging all those beautiful muscles and the dark jeans were painted on. Hot.
Partner-of-the-Moment stepped between them. “He’s mine. I paid him.”
Sexy barely gave him a glance. “How much?”
“Forty bucks!”
Key rolled his eyes.
A fifty appeared in Sexy’s fingers. He pressed it to his lips and held to Key. “Dance with me.”
Key snatched it up and sashayed onto the dance floor.
Sexy was not at his back. Sometimes Key hated attention but right now he hated being ignored. He turned around. Ex-Partner-of-the-Moment screamed at Sexy, who didn’t look a bit phased. He grinned at Key over the idiot’s head. “Give me just a second to deal with this.”
Key would. He’d give him all night. Key sidled up to a group of girls and they let him join the fun. Two of the girls started a dance contest with him. Others joined. Key stepped back to let the two friends face off. Something cold touched his neck. A water bottle, still sealed. He took a long drink then looked over his shoulder.
Sexy grinned back. “Hello, Kitten. Watching you dance was well worth the money.”
Key blinked at him. Sexy laughed. “Kitten, you are so beautiful.”
That wasn’t worth a reply. The dance contest ended in a tie with both girls leaning against the bar. Terr gave him both free drinks. Knowing him, the drinks were more water than alcohol.
“So, Kitten, what are you going to do with the ninety dollars?”
None of his business. “That other guy only gave me twenty-five.”
“Scandalous.” Sexy touched his thumb to his first two fingers and another fifty appeared. It was only sleight of hand so Key refused to be impressed. Sexy tapped the money against Key’s nose. Key grabbed at it. Sexy didn’t let go. “I’ll see you next week? Friday? Saturday?”
Of course Sexy would expect something. No one gave away money like that. But a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars and Sexy was sexy. “Friday.”
Sexy let go of the fifty and Key shoved it into his pocket.
“Until next time.” Sexy reached out but didn’t quite touch Key’s lower lip then dropped his hand. A goodbye? But if Sexy wasn’t interest in a quickie, it was time to get that money somewhere safe. Key turned back at the front door. Sexy met his eye. Key licked his lips. Sexy grinned.
Key knew what he was doing next Friday night.