Friday, February 22, 2019

Little something about Scott...

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Scott Ketchum: “I’ve slept with a few clients. I might sleep with him if I like him, but he won’t keep me enthralled for long. None ever do.”

Reed Chandler: “For the right price, my escort will put out. It’s my money and I get what I pay for.”

A piece:
Taking a call from Banyon who prattled on and on before speaking about dinner planned for a group Sunday coming, Scott asked, spur of the moment, if he’d be available to go with him to the Beverly Chateau to meet a new client. Ban jumped at the opportunity. Since meeting and hooking up with Stanton, he seldom did that anymore. Odd, as was the call because Hunt usually relayed Ban’s Sunday dinner particulars to Scott.
Ban was already at the bar and damn if Hunt didn’t flank him. What the heck was going on? “Didn’t expect you to say yes.” He squinted at Ban. “And Hunter. Wow. I feel freaky safe.”
“I’d have hoped you’d dress more demurely.”
“Demure? This is reserved enough for a meet and discuss, Banyon.” Scott had chosen a pair of tight cherry red leather pants paired with a red, blue, and yellow paisley printed shirt. Sans socks, his shoes were silver studded black and white loafers with red suede tops and faux laces. He grinned “I am wearing new lingerie underneath. It’s cornflower blue. Want to see?”
“Sweet peter. I don’t want to see your titties or your cock.”
“Betcha he’s wearing that peter bar. He has to or it’ll close up.” Hunter snickered. “Hurts like hell to push it in after too long.”
“What is a peter bar?” Ban faced Hunt. “And how would you know it hurts; when was your last piercing?”
“It’s called a prince albert and there are many different types of genital piercings.” Scott sighed. “Do you want to see it?”
“I’m not drilling holes in my body.” Hunt grinned. “But, yeah, can I see?”
“Haven’t we showered together?”
“Oh shut up!” Ban spun toward Scott. “This is serious.”
Now Scott was concerned. “Ban, what’s going on?”
“Your client is Reed Chandler.”
“And he is…?”
“He’s from Philly.” Hunter grunted, “New owner of Brief Knights.”
“Fuck’s sake. I’m being set up.”
“Doubtful, but you made an impression handling a knife on Wilshire in broad daylight.”
“I wasn’t letting some trash take diamonds from my nipples.”
“What in Lord’s name where you doing outside without a shirt in the first place? Told you I’d send someone over.”
“This happened before I called you, Ban, and damn, it was hotter than hell.”
“Umm, Scott…”
“I can’t afford to lose this job. Just got a new car, and you should see my sleigh bed.”
“Scott...” Hunter cleared his throat.
“Shit, shit. I’ll have to move to Reseda or City of Industry. Yuck. This is not going to fucking happen.”
Scott!”
“Think he’s going to fire me, bastard needs to rethink that.” What did Ban find so interesting over his shoulder? “Christ, that bitch is going to fire me, isn’t he?”
Hunter, cheeks redder than hellfire, looked ready to explode. “Uhh, I…umm…”
“Bitch is willing to listen to your side of things.”
Scott wheeled and looked up, way up. The lumberjack! “Jesusfuckingchrist.” He’s freaking huge and, Lord, he’s hot! “Uhh, how are you?”
“Bitch is good. I prefer you call me Reed. Mr. Chandler would work.” Arms folded across a barrel chest. “You got a mouth on you.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything. It’s not personal.”
“Good because that might hurt my feelings.” Reed peered at Ban and Hunter. “You two can leave. I’m not going to kill someone I hear is my best money maker.”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

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