From the Inside Flap
I'm not ashamed of it. I turn girls on five nights a week. With a stare. With a sway of the hips. Then I take them home and fuck their brains out. If I ever see them again, it's only for sex.
At least it used to be. Tonight was different.
Tonight I wanted more.
After Vi left, I collapsed in my makeup chair. Now, as my buddies change and prepare for a night of partying, I plan my next move. Nothing comes to mind. I come to a conclusion.
I broke the roommate agreement.
Vi isn't interested in a fuckbuddy. I've never been anything else. High school was a series of one-night stands. And stripping, well... Women love hooking up with a stripper. Dating said stripper as he seduces different women each night, not so much. My buddy Ricky made the monogamous stripper thing work. It's possible with the right girl. But that's not Vi. And honestly, that's not me.
My contract's over in a few months.
Because as much as I love dancing and making women drool--and trust me, it's a lot--I love helping people more. I know what it's like to need a hand. My parents didn't help. Dad spent his nights meeting his high school buddies at bars and hooking up with college girls. Mom spent her nights cuddled up with a bottle of gin and watching reruns of her favorite 'stories.' She said Dad was stuck in the glory days. He said Mom was an ugly old bitch. They both called me a dumbass. Which I was. I almost ended up in juvie. But I didn't.
Because of Darrel. He caught me selling weed. I was trying to make an extra buck. He showed me a better way. He taught me how to dance. He kept an eye on me. He didn't set me on the best path. But it was a better one. Did he become a dick later? Yes. Was he using me from the start? Maybe.
But I'll always be grateful for his help. With it, I made a lot of money. And now, I'm ready to give back.
So I'm opening a youth center. Name pending. I'm making it the best I can. If I have to tour again for the money, I might. But I don't want to.
I want to spend my days teaching kids, and my nights cuddling with Vi.
Much to my own amazement, I'm ready to be boyfriend material.
Now how the fuck do I go about it?