Page 13 of Tequila & Lace
He chuckled. “Every time, but especially when you’d squirt.”
The throwing dummy I was carrying in my hands slipped from my grasp and they both turned and looked at me. I smiled and Autumn groaned, shoving Gabe a little before turning toward the door to leave. “I… I’ll be back,” she muttered, throwing her hands in the air before she left.
“Really, dude?” Gabe asked.
“You’re mad at me?”
“You’re buying all my drinks.”
“Whatever.” I laughed. “You know you’re not mad. You used to fuck for a living.”
“Yeah, but remember that Autumn’s still sensitive about the situation even if it is myfuckingskills.”
“All right, enough about your fucking skills. Let’s go get a drink. I’ll buy since you insist.” I slugged him on the arm and then turned and grabbed the rest of the dummies for class.
Autumn couldn’t look me in the eye the entire class.
It wasn’t as though I had walked in on her butt ass naked. And really, she knew what I did for a living aside from our business. If a chick wasn’t screaming, we weren’t doin’ it right.
“Blue Martini or what?” I asked as we cleaned up the mats.
“I’m gonna go to Brandi’s,” Autumn stated. She kissed Gabe.
“Have fun, angel.”
I watched as she left, still not looking at me. “Bye, Auttie!” I shouted and laughed. “Nice of her to help us put this shit away.”
“Bro code, dude. Bro code.”
“Fuck. I got it. Let’s drop it. This isn’t my fault.”
“Let’s go get that drink then.”
I groaned. “Actually, let’s go back to the house and have some beers. Help me move my shit into your old room. I have a feeling Mark’s gonna find me a new roommate soon and that fucker’s not getting the master.”
“You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s do this shit. I have work tonight.”
I worked as a male escort for a company called Saddles & Racks, but I didn’t get paid for sex. I got paid for my time and companionship. I get paid to make ladies feel wanted; to feel as though they were the only woman in the room.
My date for the evening was the typical drinks followed bywhateverwe wanted to do for the two hours she was paying for. I’d been on quite a few dates in the past five years, so it was almost second nature. I didn’t hook up with a chick on every date; some didn’t want that. Some wanted a date for an event. Some wanted to make someone jealous. Some wanted a date for an entire weekend. Hell, some wanted a date for an entire month. I hadn’t found that client yet, but my buddy Nick had. And, of course, there were those dates who wanted a good fucking. I needed to be attracted to them, though. I had to be able to get it upif you know what I mean.
When I arrived at Gold Spike in downtown Vegas, I scanned the dimly lit room. I’d never heard of Gold Spike before and when I entered, I immediately couldn’t wait to return with Gabe. They had pool, cornhole, shuffleboard, and lounge areas to sit and chat. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard about this place before. Granted, I hadn’t been in Vegas for very long, but damn, this was right up my alley. Drinks plus competitive gaming? Sold!
The instructions for my date were that Nancy wanted me to notice her from across the room. She was going to be with a group of her friends for drinks. She told Mark (my boss) that it was because she was the heaviest one of her friends and usually the guys always bought drinks for them and not her. She always felt like the ugly one.
What most guys didn’t realize was that a smile was the most beautiful thing on a woman’s body. If they made a woman smile, her eyes would light up and then everything would start to glow.
I spotted Nancy instantly. I hadn’t seen a picture, but her lack of confidence wasn’t hard to spot. She wasn’t smiling as wide as the others, and she wasn’t laughing as loud either. She sat at the far end of the room, sipping her drink, and her leg bouncing up and down under the table.
As I made my way to the bar, I briefly made eye contact with her. Her eyes grew big as her gaze met mine and then she quickly looked down at the table. I chuckled and continued to the bar. It was normal for these types of dates to be nervous. My regulars, on the other hand, knew what they wanted.
I sat on a stool, ordered a beer, and frequently made eye contact with Nancy through the mirror that ran along a side wall. A few times I caught her gaze and the more it happened, the longer she kept hers on mine. For this to work, I needed her to be comfortable. I knew this was out of the ordinary for her, but when I walked up to her after she accepted my drink from the bartender, I needed her to actually talk to me. After motioning for the bartender, I instructed him to send her whatever she was drinking. He nodded and turned.
Then, I waited.
This was the moment Nancy was waiting for and one of the reasons I loved my job. I was dying to see the look on her friend’s faces when she was the one who got the drink. All eyes would be on me in… three… two… one…
