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the party?’” Wasserman imitated in a falsetto. “Yeah. That Paresh Choudhari. He called asking for your phone number. I said it’s policy not to give those out. So he gave me his direct number. Wants you to give him a call.”
    “Um… why?”
    “To discuss Dancing with the Stars . You want his number or not?”
    Andrew took it down. His hands were shaking. When he disconnected from Wasserman, it took him a full five minutes to gather the nerve to punch in the numbers. Paresh answered on the third ring.
    “Is this Andrew?”
    “Um. Yeah. Hi.” Andrew winced, wondering if any man anywhere had ever sounded more lame.
    Paresh chuckled. “I thought you might not call. That perhaps gay panic had set in.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “How many girls did it take?”
    “What do you mean?” Andrew asked, knowing precisely what Paresh was driving at.
    “How many girls did you sleep with to feel straight again?”
    Andrew almost lied, claiming he’d forgotten his encounter with Paresh as soon as it ended, but found himself unable. “Just one.”
    “You wouldn’t be untruthful, would you, Andrew? That’s one of the things I like about you. Your honesty.”
    “You barely know me.”
    “I know enough.” Paresh’s tone was rich, seductive, making the most commonplace words sound filled with unexpected promise. “Really just one girl? Am I so forgettable?”
    “Monica’s no ordinary girl,” Andrew said, meaning it. He couldn’t see himself dating her long term, their temperaments were too different, but their mutual satisfaction in the sack was undeniable. “Besides—we did it five times. Well. Four and half, over two days.”
    Paresh laughed. “And do you feel one hundred percent straight again, Mr. Gay for Pay?”
    “Well… yeah.”
    “See? Honest. I enjoy that about you. If you told me what you thought I wanted to hear, you’d be just like all the rest. So tell me, Andrew.” Paresh’s voice turned seductive again. “If I wanted to bring you back to my house for a special engagement, would you accept?”
    Andrew’s heart sped up. “What did you have in mind?”
    “Not a party. Just you and me. We don’t have to involve Mr. Wasserman. This can be a private transaction.”
    “Um. I mean…” Andrew swallowed. “What do you want to, uh, do?”
    “At first, I thought I might put you in the bath again. Lather you up. Squeeze you till you’re ready to pop. Then suck and swallow.”
    Andrew exhaled, squirming inside his jeans. They were too tight to permit a comfortable hard-on, and he was half up already.
    “There’s that pant I adore. Are you aroused?”
    “Getting there,” Andrew muttered.
    “You were so tight, I barely got a finger inside. Did you ask Monica to do that for you?”
    “No.” Unbuttoning his jeans, Andrew pushed them down. And there he was, fully erect and straining against the waistband of his boxers.
    “Why not?” Paresh asked. “Afraid she’d think you were queer?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I can do it better anyway. Next time you need some lubricant. Maybe I should use my tongue?”
    Hand slipping inside his boxers, Andrew gave himself a hard squeeze. “Is that what you’ll do? If I come see you off the books?”
    Paresh ignored that. “Did I hear another pant? Andrew, what are you doing?”
    Phone pressed to his left ear, Andrew lay back on his bed, pants around his knees and member in hand. “Just… considering your offer,” he said, stroking himself from head to root.
    “Put me on speakerphone if you need to use both hands.” Paresh sounded pleased with himself. “So as I was saying. I could put you in the tub. Suck you again, force my tongue all the way inside you. Then I remembered your little phobia. You might be afraid to make yourself so vulnerable, all alone with me. Yet I’d love to see you violated. To watch you take something much bigger than a finger.”
    Andrew’s breath hitched. The idea terrified and fascinated him, making him clench inside as his right