Maybe it was the weather, but there was hardly a line outside when we arrived. When we paid the entry fee and stepped inside, however, the place was wall to wall men in various stages of undress. There were dancing cages with lithe male bodies moving like melted butter.
The clientele went from drag queens to leather daddies, and if I’d wanted variety in the past, this would have definitely been the place to go. Sam kept me close by keeping a hand on mine and pulling me through the crowd. By the time we got to the bar, my ass was surely black and blue.
“These men have wandering fingers,” I yelled in his ear, and he laughed.
“Checking out the merchandise.” He ordered beers for both of us, then leaned against the bar, pulling me close so my back was to his chest.
I made sure my ass rubbed
