Bad Boy Billionaires 3 : The Vegas Shark(2)

Harlan squeezed his waist tighter and said, "I'll wait here for you."

After that, they went back to Treston's small apartment and made love for two days in a row without bothering to shower, eat, or leave the apartment for anything. From what little Treston could manage to get out of Harlan, he learned his new love had just arrived in town and he was looking to start a whole new life. This was the kind of man who had always excited Treston the most. Men who picked up and moved to new cities and started new lives were not only the best lovers but also the ones who tended to ignore what Treston did for a living.

At least, that's how it worked in the beginning with Harlan. But during the second week, Harlan brought a man back to the apartment and he pulled Treston into the bathroom so they could speak alone. Treston was so tired that night from dancing a double shift at the club that he could barely move his arms. He'd just learned how to do a new act on the stage that involved a ping-pong ball shooter and ping-pong balls-the customers liked him because he came up with new and innovative ideas all the time that set him apart from other male strippers-and his knees were killing him from being down on all fours for so long. "I'm going to bed now. I hope you don't mind if I don't sit up with you and your buddy."




 

 

Harlan grabbed him by the waist and kissed him. He was wearing the dark glasses again and Treston couldn't look into his eyes. "You've got to do me a favor tonight. This dude out there wants me to pay him and I'm fucking broke. We were playing cards and I lost. So I managed to convince him I could pay him another way … instead of with money. Could you do me this favor?"

"I'm not sure I understand," Treston said.

"I told him you'd suck him off. I told him you have the best fucking mouth in Vegas, that you swallow, and you'd take good care of him. He said if you gave him a good blow job he'd let me off the hook this time. You have to help me out, man, and you have to do this."

Although Treston had done things like this with men for money before, this was the first time a boyfriend had ever asked him to suck a guy off. At first, he felt a sting in his chest and he wanted to punch Harlan in the gut. But when he looked into Harlan's dark sunglasses and caught a glimpse of his brown eyes, and he saw the way Harlan was pleading with him, he shrugged and said, "Let me take a shower first. Tell him I'll be right out." One more blow job with a total stranger certainly wouldn't hurt him. He liked dick and one more wouldn't change his life.

Harlan slapped his ass and said, "You're the best. I swear I'm going to buy you a ring and we'll get married soon."

"Do you mean that?" Treston asked. He started to jump up and down, and threw his arms around Harlan's shoulders and hugged him.

Harlan remained emotionless; he didn't even lift his arms to return the hug. "Sure, I mean it," he said, with a slight laugh. "I'll fucking marry you like those gay guys got married on TV. I'll make an honest little fag out of you, sweet lips."

When Harlan called him a fag, Treston didn't take offense. In fact, it turned him on in a way he found hard to explain. If he'd been walking down the street and someone had called him a pejorative like that he would have told them to go fuck themselves. But when Harlan called him a fag he only wanted to swing from Harlan's big shoulders and do bad things. "When can we do it? We have to get rings. I know just the place. It's a little jewelry store I've been passing on the way to work for a year. They have gay wedding bands in the window and I stop and stare at them every day."

Harlan slapped his ass and laughed again. "We'll talk about it more later. Right now you've got a dick to suck. Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

If it had only been the one time, Treston wouldn't have minded at all. But after that night, Harlan started bring more men around and he always gave Treston the same old story, or one similar to it. One night he came home with three drunken college guys he said he'd met on the strip and he'd promised them he'd hook them up with the best sex they'd ever had for the right price. 

Treston was already in bed, listening to the one song in the world that could put him to sleep after a long night at the strip club: You Are My Sunshine. No one had sung him this song when he'd been a child. No one had ever sung him a lullaby of any kind. As a child he'd gone to bed alone most of the time because his mother had worked in an all-night strip club just like the one where he worked now. And he'd never known who his father was because his mother had never been quite sure.

Harlan crossed to the bed and pulled the covers off him. Without going into a detailed explanation, he glanced down at Treston through his dark sunglasses and said, "I've got a couple of guys out front. I said I could hook them up with the best tranny sex they've ever had."