"He asked you to do that?" Andrew asked, between sips of coffee.
"Yes."
"Oh my God. I've heard about it, I never thought anybody actually did it. So...did you?"
I nodded.
"Oh, my."
Hugo walked up.
"What are you two giggling about?" he asked. "And why is Drew turning such a lovely shade of crimson?"
Andrew whispered in Hugo's ear.
"Oh, my," said Hugo.
For a moment, I thought he was going to blush. Instead, he slapped my hand.
"Gregory!" he said. "You go to an orgy and you don't invite moi? I am hurt. Just for that your tab is due. Pay up!"
"It was an office party."
"I don't care."
Hugo held out his hand.
"Right now. Dinero. In my hand, please!"
I reached into my pocket for my money. I didn't have any.
"Uh, I'm a little short, could I put it on my tab?"
"Of course, honey."
I went to the gym to work out.
Hitting the weights. Hearing them clank together, feeling the sweat start to run down my body, I pushed my body to it's peak and beyond. That always cleared my head.
Andrew and Hugo want to be helpful. They just don't understand. I'm not sure I do. Oh, having a roomful of nameless men wanting to please/be pleased by you is wonderful, going from one, then the next, then the next.
I didn't tell them about the last man I went to.
He was older than Hugo. While he had a pretty hard body for somebody his age, he really wasn't my type, at all. Too gray, too much like someone my mother would date, if you know what I mean. Still, I was on a roll and I'd been drinking and I went to him, anyway. I knelt beside him, slipped my hand down and started to fondle him.
He stopped me. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Greg."
"Greg, I'm Peter."
"Hi, Peter," I said. "What would you like me to do?"
"Just talk to me, Greg. Just talk to me."
