Bad Boy Billionaires 3 : The Vegas Shark(16)

Treston glanced at J.D.'s crotch and smiled. "You'd better duct tape that thing down, bud. It might fall out and knock a customer's eye out." All the male strippers at Chickey's club were well endowed. No one paid to see male strippers with little dicks. But J.D. was so well endowed they always joked about it.

J.D.'s dick was hanging from the right side of the g-string and he was packing his balls into the pouch. "Very funny. But if I don't get this thing in fast Chickey's going to kill me." Chickey would not allow the strippers to show their penises. He drew the line there; for him it was a matter of decorum and good taste-in his own words. They could strip to the most revealing g-string money could buy as long as they kept their private parts hidden at all times. And they were never allowed to converse, touch, or deal with customers in the bar on a one-on-one basis.

Though Treston was still upset about what had happened with Harlan Rocks, he'd started to feel better about it. He even thought he might hear from Harlan again. And he found J.D's g-string dilemma so amusing he couldn't stop smiling. "If you'd wear a decent-sized thong like I wear you wouldn't be having those problems."

Another stripper, a guy who went by the name Lyon Denton, passed by in his jock strap, glanced at J.D's dick, and said, "That's just vulgar. You'd better pack that thing up tight or Chickey's going to fire your ass. If your fucking pork sword falls out while you're dancing he'll come after you with a baseball bat." Lyon was a straight guy working his way through nursing school. He claimed it was better than working at Walmart for "fucking pennies." He was Treston's closest friend at the club. They often referred to each other as brothers.

J.D. tended to push things to the limit, and Chickey constantly warned him about exposing his genitals on stage. "Fuck you, dude. I'm doing my best." J.D. spread his legs and glanced down at his dick. "It's not easy when you're working with something like this." He shook his flaccid dick in Lyon Denton's direction and laughed. "But then you wouldn't know about things like that with your little dick."

Lyon stood in front of a full-length mirror, next to two other male strippers who had arrived and had just begun to take off their clothes. He flung J.D. a sideways glance and said, "Fuck you. I do just fine with what I have and I don't get no complaints from anyone. I can't help it if I'm not a mutant like you. That fucking thing should be in The Guinness Book of World Records."

If Treston ever stopped working in the strip club he knew the one thing he would miss the most would be the vicious banter between the guys before a show started. When you are in a situation where you're forced to be this naked and this exposed, you say things you normally wouldn't say under any other circumstances.

J.D. smiled and said, "That's not what your wife said the other night when I fucked her brains out."




 

 

Treston pulled down his pants and stepped out of them.

Lyon laughed and said, "You never fucked a girl in your life, cock sucker." Lyon was actually married to a woman.

J.D. ignored the comment; they were only joking around. He turned to Treston and said, "Could you give me a hand, man? I don't think I can do it alone tonight. I just got this new g-string for the show and I think I might have made a mistake."

Treston removed his shirt and walked over to where J.D. was standing. Treston was the only guy in the dressing room still wearing his underwear. This wasn't the first time J.D. had asked him for help getting ready for the show. He said, "Spread your legs a little, hold your nuts, and lean your hips forward," and then he reached down and grabbed J.D.'s dick with his right hand.

While Treston pulled the g-string's waistband with his left hand and lifted J.D.'s dick with his right so he could work it into the pouch, J.D. asked, "What's happening with you and Senator Harlan Rocks?" The other guys had never liked Harlan; they thought he was using Treston. They referred to him as "the senator" with sarcastic expressions.

Treston continued to gently push J.D's dick down into the pouch. He frowned and said, "He left me at Lake Mead yesterday." He caught J.D. and Lyon exchange a quick glance and he told them an abbreviated version of what had happened at Lake Mead. He left out the part about being naked and how Cooper Boon had found him crying on a rock. That would have been too much information to tell anyone.

Lyon crossed to where they were standing and he reached down to help Treston put J.D.'s dick into the pouch. It wasn't easy. It was the first time it had taken two of them to do this. Each time Treston thought he'd gotten J.D.'s dick in the pouch, either his balls would pop out of the right side or the head of his dick would slip out of the left.