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“Why a legend?”

“Well, she took down the New Jersey Governor and his son for a list of shit, and in the process, she gained the eye of the fighter. Or that’s the story. Now married, the two of them strip down quite frequently, normally ending up on stage.”

No fucking way? Really?

Watching the interaction, trying not to seem obvious about it, I keep an eye on them while still eying Tyler. The big guy, Rush, doesn’t give in at first. Actually, it’s more like he’s resisting her wiles. But slowly, Julia’s antics grab his attention. Now I’m not one to deny a tie down, but as they walk over to a cross on the stage, I’m disinterested quickly. I’m not into guys and girls getting it on at all. I’ll check out his physique, becoming aroused by his acrobatics, but I end it when he’s pleasuring her.

As Tyler rises off the couch and starts for the door, I say to Marcus, “Excuse me.” I keep my eyes on Tyler. “I’ve had enough for tonight. It was nice meeting you.”

Setting my glass on the table, I rise to leave when he places his hand on mine. “I was hoping you’d stick around for a while. Could you keep me company?”

Well I did come here for a release, and he’s not sore on the eyes. I war with myself a little at wanting to chase Tyler, but as usual, my cock wins. I sit back down. “I guess I could have one more drink before heading back.”

Motioning for a waitress, he orders us drinks. Watching Tyler’s retreating form, I swear I see him turn around at the doorway to look at me before heading out.

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