CHAPTER 4
DAINE
As the tires of my truck crunched over the gravel of Tomcats’ driveway, I left my job in the rearview mirror. As much as I loved stripping, it left me mentally exhausted. The physical part was easy to endure — my stamina was limitless.
But the talking, the schmoozing, the hustling — all of that left me aching for a little less conversation and a lot more action. I spent the better part of my night being manhandled by horny women and pretending to enjoy it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I love women, I really do.
But more than that, I love dick.
Thick, long, hard, massive cocks.
And once I clocked out for the night, I was more than ready to seek out those rockets and hop on for an out of this world adventure.
Since moving to Los Angeles, I’d learned it wasn’t difficult to get laid here. The queer scene is even bigger than I was used to in Vegas, and once I learned which clubs drew in what kind of crowd, I figured out how to cruise each one like a buffet.
Was I in the mood for a big, happy bear? Go to the Eagle.
Craving a young hipster type? Drop into Akbar.
Want it down and dirty with a hairy, pierced, tattoo’d guy, my usual go-to? Well, Fubar was the best place for that. I never left Fubar unsatisfied and tonight, due to the fact that I was in no mood for games, I headed there without a second thought.
As usual, it was jumping for a Friday night. I grabbed a drink and headed straight to the dance floor. Ready to lose myself in the flashing lights, I melted into the crowd, my hips swaying, my head rocking, the tequila hitting me as quickly as I’d hoped it would.
Immediately, I was surrounded by guys. A smile settled onto my face and it stayed there the rest of the night, the stress of the day falling away like a heavy blanket as I grinned my troubles away.
This town had been good to me so far.
Tillie had been wonderful, and Tomcats was a dream come true.
My life was finally falling into place perfectly and I felt like I was at the top of my game. A handsome dark-haired guy moved closer to me on the dance floor, his eyes trailing up and down my frame with frank appreciation.
“Like what you see?” I asked, shouting over the pulsing music.
“I’d like to see more,” he replied with a sexy wink.
“That could be arranged,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow, a quick silent question promptly answered by my brazen smile. Quickly, he nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me to the back of the club and into the dark booths on the back patio. I sank onto the leather seat and he sank to his knees wordlessly.
Within seconds, he’d engulfed me.
I leaned back, inhaling, exhaling, letting any remaining stress disappear as my shaft disappeared in his mouth. I closed my eyes, my hand falling on his bobbing head, a low moan escaping from me.
“You’re just what I needed tonight,” I whispered.
He didn’t reply. He just kept going, expertly providing the perfect therapy to my bruised and tired psyche.