I walk home via the State Theatre. It doesn’t look like there’s much happening, but you never know your luck in a big city. If I can make another fifty or so, it’ll be a good night. I lean against a retaining wall hidden by the thick shadow of a large overhanging shrub. I open my jeans. No one can see, but that’s the point. I can close a deal by guiding a potential trick’s hand to my c**k. Nine inches. How’s he going to resist?
Half an hour passes and I’m thinking about going home to bed. I hear footsteps and look down the path to see a chubby guy in an ill-fitting suit waddling towards me. He passes under a street light and I can tell he might have been cute, once. Before the flab. But I don’t see a person. I see a chance to make some cash. He needs to blow just like every other guy.
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