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Authors: Jennifer Rose
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you send us to Briggs’ house knowing it would upset Lando?”
“I was assured Briggs wasn’t going to be there, I figured if he faced his, whatever it was, he’d maybe get over it faster.”
“A shrink you’re not Mik, he’s not very pleased.”
“I’m sorry. I honestly thought he’d be fine. Tell him I’m sorry will you?” Mik asked, before the call ended.
“Mik says sorry, she wasn’t thinking.”
“Uh huh.” Landon snarled. “Let’s get on with it. I just want to get the fuck out of this house.”
All in all, the girls were behaving themselves sitting front row and center around a glittering stage, while Zorro rotated his hips suggestively and they tucked dollar bills into his g-string. Landon was entertained watching men get naked and watching Carl pretending not to notice the hot numbers dancing from all four corners of the room.
“Ladies!” Landon yelled. “Enjoying your evening?”
A unified hell-yeah roared from the group as a server came with another round of drinks.
Landon stepped back to join Carl against the side wall, as an ear piercing scream echoed in the room. He snickered and stood where he could get an unhindered view of the beautiful male stripper named Inferno, and remain safely out of the way.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Landon asked Carl.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Smoking should be outlawed though, what a stink.”
Landon smiled, knowing the guy was full of shit. Before Landon spoke he was enthralled. Carl was just as interested in seeing a little hot male skin as he was. His eyes were following a short blonde stripper dressed as a cop, as he trailed his palms from his chest to his g-string and his fingers dipped inside, Carl’s Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed trying to overcome his enthusiasm…Landon was watching Carl. Taken by the way his eyes brightened the hornier he got, Landon grinned at the sight of Carl’s swollen member pressing against the zipper of his pants. An impressive package, Landon took a side step closer.
“It’s okay to get a boner, especially if they’re doing their job right.”
Carl glanced over at Landon, a nice tent formed in his dress pants. He caught a gleam in Landon’s eye, catching his gaze fixed to the bulge in his pants. Carl frowned.
“Relax, Carl, it goes with the territory, no one else need know.” He laughed when he saw Carl step nervously from foot to foot.
“I did a stint as a bouncer in a go-go club in Toronto, Canada, it was a nightly thing to walk around with a chub on,” Landon laughed. “I went shopping the first week for a jock strap to help conceal it.”
Carl shook his head trying to appear nonchalant, a hint of a laugh hidden behind a scowl.
“I’d get home and have to soak in a tub for an hour just to get it back to its original shape.”
Progress Landon thought, when Carl openly laughed. If only for a second, it was a laugh denoting a bit of tension had released.
“What was the worst job you ever had?” Landon asked, wanting to get to know more about Carl, the mystery man and give the guy an opportunity to relax.
“Roofing,” Carl said. “It was only for one summer, but I spent it feeling like a lobster, my skin was burnt to a crisp, I was sure I’d look like a leather boot for the rest of my life. I even have a scar to remind me that manual labor is for the birds.”
“You burned that bad you scarred?”
“No,” Carl snickered. “I lost my footing and fell off the roof, after sliding down five feet of asphalt shingles.”
“Ouch,” Landon sympathized. “Pretty scar?”
“You tell me.”
Carl pulled his shirt-tail free exposing a 4x6 misshapen patch of skin along his ribs, raised and a slightly darker shade than his tanned skin.
“Doesn’t look so bad,” Landon said, bending to get a better look in the dim light.
“No, it could have been worse. The cool thing…? It feels like shark skin.” Carl said.
Landon raised a brow. “And what the hell does shark skin
“I was assured Briggs wasn’t going to be there, I figured if he faced his, whatever it was, he’d maybe get over it faster.”
“A shrink you’re not Mik, he’s not very pleased.”
“I’m sorry. I honestly thought he’d be fine. Tell him I’m sorry will you?” Mik asked, before the call ended.
“Mik says sorry, she wasn’t thinking.”
“Uh huh.” Landon snarled. “Let’s get on with it. I just want to get the fuck out of this house.”
All in all, the girls were behaving themselves sitting front row and center around a glittering stage, while Zorro rotated his hips suggestively and they tucked dollar bills into his g-string. Landon was entertained watching men get naked and watching Carl pretending not to notice the hot numbers dancing from all four corners of the room.
“Ladies!” Landon yelled. “Enjoying your evening?”
A unified hell-yeah roared from the group as a server came with another round of drinks.
Landon stepped back to join Carl against the side wall, as an ear piercing scream echoed in the room. He snickered and stood where he could get an unhindered view of the beautiful male stripper named Inferno, and remain safely out of the way.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Landon asked Carl.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Smoking should be outlawed though, what a stink.”
Landon smiled, knowing the guy was full of shit. Before Landon spoke he was enthralled. Carl was just as interested in seeing a little hot male skin as he was. His eyes were following a short blonde stripper dressed as a cop, as he trailed his palms from his chest to his g-string and his fingers dipped inside, Carl’s Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed trying to overcome his enthusiasm…Landon was watching Carl. Taken by the way his eyes brightened the hornier he got, Landon grinned at the sight of Carl’s swollen member pressing against the zipper of his pants. An impressive package, Landon took a side step closer.
“It’s okay to get a boner, especially if they’re doing their job right.”
Carl glanced over at Landon, a nice tent formed in his dress pants. He caught a gleam in Landon’s eye, catching his gaze fixed to the bulge in his pants. Carl frowned.
“Relax, Carl, it goes with the territory, no one else need know.” He laughed when he saw Carl step nervously from foot to foot.
“I did a stint as a bouncer in a go-go club in Toronto, Canada, it was a nightly thing to walk around with a chub on,” Landon laughed. “I went shopping the first week for a jock strap to help conceal it.”
Carl shook his head trying to appear nonchalant, a hint of a laugh hidden behind a scowl.
“I’d get home and have to soak in a tub for an hour just to get it back to its original shape.”
Progress Landon thought, when Carl openly laughed. If only for a second, it was a laugh denoting a bit of tension had released.
“What was the worst job you ever had?” Landon asked, wanting to get to know more about Carl, the mystery man and give the guy an opportunity to relax.
“Roofing,” Carl said. “It was only for one summer, but I spent it feeling like a lobster, my skin was burnt to a crisp, I was sure I’d look like a leather boot for the rest of my life. I even have a scar to remind me that manual labor is for the birds.”
“You burned that bad you scarred?”
“No,” Carl snickered. “I lost my footing and fell off the roof, after sliding down five feet of asphalt shingles.”
“Ouch,” Landon sympathized. “Pretty scar?”
“You tell me.”
Carl pulled his shirt-tail free exposing a 4x6 misshapen patch of skin along his ribs, raised and a slightly darker shade than his tanned skin.
“Doesn’t look so bad,” Landon said, bending to get a better look in the dim light.
“No, it could have been worse. The cool thing…? It feels like shark skin.” Carl said.
Landon raised a brow. “And what the hell does shark skin
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