QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Return of the Stripper

The Return of the Stripper
By Steve Prince
It had been a week since I had shocked Omar, Troy, and Alex with the news about me and Domingo. I guess the news of me sleeping with an escort would have come out in the wash eventually. That’s one of the reasons why we are so close—we talk about everything to one another. Albeit shocking, my tactic totally worked; Omar and Alex stopped ragging on Troy about his massage encounter, which I thought was totally hot and innocent.
Overall their reactions were what you’d think they’d be.
Troy immediately said, “See how much sluttier he is than me?” and looked around for validation.
Omar, after he finally shut his mouth, uttered, “Please tell me you took pictures or something.”
It was Alex that I expected to have a problem with the whole thing, and he did. However his first statement surprised me.
“Oh my Gawd,” he said, his voice rising, “We are getting so old that now we are having to pay for it? I can’t believe this is happening.”
But that was all a week ago and now I was coasting down Santa Monica Boulevard on my way to see my boys again. As usual, we were all going to watch Cody dance at Mickey’s. Honestly, I hoped Domingo wouldn’t be there. I guess I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. Not that I felt bad about it, but what would I say if I saw him again? “Hey Domingo, how are ya? Thanks for the other night. I hope that helped with the rent?”
Jeezus. I guess it was just a weird thing. No one teaches you about the social conventions and manners involved in seeing a stripper you paid to sleep with you. Maybe I should teach a class… hmm. Hopefully, the topic just wouldn’t come up tonight and I’d have some more time to process some things.
Yeah… so that didn’t happen.
“Steeevie,” Cody squealed as I walked in the door of Mickey’s. He hoped down off his platform and gave me a hug.
“Hey shug,” I said genuinely, “how’s tricks tonight?”
“Oh you know, just getting started,” he smiled. “But not as good as tricks have been for you lately.” He nudged my side.
“What tricks?” I asked as innocently as I could. Why am I such a shitty liar?
“Girl,” Cody snapped, “I’ve heard all the dish from Domingo. He’s dancing tonight too.”
Of course he his. I guess it was better for me to see him sooner than later.
“Wait, he told you?” I asked surprised.

Great. Only I sleep with an escort who can’t keep his mouth shut. Isn’t there some kind of code of ethics or something so Domingo can’t talk about that kind of stuff? Besides his rocking hard body,and eight inch cock—what the hell was I paying for? I was paying for him to keep it to himself. Seriously. Escorts should have to take a vow of silence or something… like priests. Oh… well, maybe not like priests. But y’all get what I mean.
Cody must have noticed the color draining from my face. “Well to be fair,” he said, “I did ask him about it. I knew that he had given you his number.”
“Oh Jeezus,” I said rubbing my forehead in my hands.
“Relax,” Cody said, “he raved about it.”
I looked up surprised.
“He what?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, girl,” Cody said adjusting his underwear, looking around to see if anyone was looking. “He went on and on about how nice you were and how it was some of the best sex he had gotten in a while. Oh and he said you give great head.”
I swallowed hard. “He said that?”
“Yep,” Cody said. “You know,” he paused, “I kind of think he might like you.”
I laughed heartily. “Sugar,” I said still chuckling, “I don’t think so. It was business and that’s that.”
“What?” Cody said shocked. “You paid for it?”
“Yes,” I said not missing a beat. “Wait a minute. Did he not tell you that?”
Cody shook his head no. “Didn’t even mention it. I just thought you two hooked up.”
Suddenly the promoter pinched Cody’s butt, which apparently was the signal for him to get back on stage.
“The boys are over there,” Cody said pointing to a corner. Omar, Troy, and Alex saw me and smiled.
A few hours later, the night had gone quite well actually. Domingo was dancing upstairs mostly so I made sure to stay on the ground level. Only once was his dancing close to us, but I don’t think he noticed me at all.
Again, it was just… weird. I mean I didn’t feel at all bad about. I just didn’t want to say “hi” in front of him with my friends watching. Yes, I know I’m a hypocrite but I guess I wanted to keep something between us. Oh the irony when you write a column about sex. But writing is different. Writing about Domingo and I is the story the way I see it; the truth filtered through me. However, my friends had their own interpretations of what happened and even their own judgments. I guess what it boiled down to is that I care more about what they think because they’re my friends. What if their filters were harsher than mine?
“Are you ready?” Troy said his eyes droopy and longing for sleep.
“Yeah, I am.” I sat down my club soda. I looked at my watch; it was midnight. “Let’s call it an early night.”
Thirty minutes later, I was already in my pajamas brushing my teeth when the phone rang. It was a number I didn’t know.
“Hello,” I mumbled through a mouth of toothpaste.
“Hey you,” a cool voice said. The caller had a thick accent—an accent I recognized.
“Domingo?” I asked. I spat my toothpaste in my sick, because I was afraid of swallowing it.
“I’m surprised you didn’t come up to me tonight,” he said.
“Oh yeah, well, you know,” I mumbled. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
Jeezus what a lame response.
“It would be no bother,” he said. “Look, I’m done with my shift.” He paused. Ah, I know this pause. “Are you in for the night?”
Goddamn his voice was sexy.
“Yeah,” I said adjusting my growing dick. ” I think I am.”
“Ah,” he said. “It’s just… our last time together was so… how do you say… beneficial? I was hoping to do that again.”
Beneficial? What does that mean? Is this guy telling me he’s broke or maybe he just doesn’t know what beneficial means? Who says that?
“Look, I dunno,” I said shuffling my feet as if he was there.
“I promise I don’t bite,” he said, “unless you want me to…”
Next morning…
I felt Domingo’s lips kiss my ear.
“I will see you later,” he said in a whisper. “I’ll let myself out.”
I shut my eyes and sighed. I was tired to complain. We had fucked all night and he had worn me the fuck out. My body ached from sex. Quickly, I drifted back to sleep.
An hour later I woke up, this time more alert. Wow. That really just happened… again.
I got up from the bed and my way to the bathroom. Something caught my eye that made me stop.
The night before I had laid Domingo’s money on the credenza. In fact, he saw me do it. Yet there the money still lay there, but now there was a post-it on it. I picked it up to read the scratch writing.
“This one is on me.”
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve
Pre-cumming
Send My Regrets
On A Jet Plane
For The Love of God
Livin’ On A Prayer
It’s My Party
Move On
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High-Ho The Glamorous Life
The Flesh Is Willing, But…
The Oldest Profession
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