Page 1 of Sass in the Grass

Chapter One

ChapsKinkClubwasa special place. Gary Perkins had worked there for two years and had never loved a job more.

Bartending may not have been his dream job when he was a kid, but he’d always wanted a community, and Chaps was that. Five entire floors of kink, from the main floor where folks met to the VIP floor on top, with the floors with private rooms and stages sandwiched between them. It was never silent and never completely barren of their people.

Most of the men in the place were regulars but some made their way to Chaps from hundreds of miles away from Chaps’ home in Denver. All night, every night, there were smiles and handshakes given to him, conversations that he enjoyed and good friends to hang with until the early hours of morning.

Yes, Gary loved his job. Most of the time. There were those rare men that made him tense at best and infuriated at worst. On his way to the bar at that moment was one of the latter.

Wiping down the surface of the corner of the squared bar, Gary saw a young man coming his way, and he flinched at the thought of being nice.

The guy was a little prick, snotty, overly confident to the point of conceit and always on the prowl for a rich daddy that would make all his spoiled dreams come true. And not one wanted anything to do with him.

As Jovian Masseretti slid onto the stool at the end of the corner in front of him, Gary noticed the frown. That wasn’t unusual in a club, in any club, not even the usually upbeat Chaps. Sure, there were a lot of smiles, but frowns were always plentiful, too.

Not that he felt badly for the guy. Sure, he was a little beauty, tiny, cute as hell, smart and funny at times, but he was also arrogant. He had it in his head that rich daddies should line up to take care of him.

“What’s the face for, Jovian?”

“I’m tired of it,” he started, spitting out the words, eyes watering like he had actual emotions. “All this,” he said as he waved his hands over himself, “and not one daddy wants to take me on. It makes no sense. What is wrong with them?”

Gary bit his tongue hard to keep from telling him it wasn’tthem, it washim. “The usual, Jovian?”

“Sure, though I wished you served alcohol. I could use some right now.”

Seeing his in, Gary suggested, “There is a gay bar down the street that does. Maybe—”

Completely ignoring him, Jovian interrupted, “I practically served myself on a platter to a hot daddy upstairs, and he walked off with this little twink that is as plain as a brown Walmartloafer and just as boring in bed. I should know, I’ve done a couple threesomes with him in the private rooms upstairs.”

“Let me guess, they always went home with him and not you when you guys played.”

“How’d you know that?”

Before he could answer, he was glad to see the two drag queens coming to sit at the very end of the bar, only a couple of stools away from Jovian. He turned from Jovian, so grateful to his two friends, he could have kissed them both.

Clitorice Starling and Final Vaginal were two goth, latex queens that often performed at the club. They were currently dressed in leather corsets, Clit in red, Final in blue, black silk stockings, hair in high, tight, and long ponytails that went to their padded asses. They were gorgeous, and always tipped him well, using the tips they’d just had thrown that them liberally.

“What can I get you ladies?”

Clit was an African American queen with high cheekbones and full, red lips. Her nails, shoes and leather collar all matched her corset, and she always spoke first. “Cranberry, babe, for both of us. Gotta keep those kidneys clean.”

“Right away.”

Final saw Jovian and his frown. Final talked little when she wasn’t on stage, but something about the young man caught her eye. “What are you down about, sweetheart?”

Gary again bit his tongue, wishing to warn his friends, but they were big girls.

“I don’t understand why the hot daddies always grab guys that are nowhere as good as me.”

Clit rolled her eyes and chuckled. Final, however, seemed more sympathetic. “Tell me that’s not your pickup line.”

Jovian rolled his eyes and spat, “I’m not stupid.”

“Seem kinda stupid to me,” Clit said, and Final playfully swatted her.

“Listen, I’m worth it, and I can’t help it if they can’t see it.”

Gary could no longer bite his tongue. It was bleeding. “Jovian, you come off like they owe you something. For one, that’s not how a submissive acts, and two, you have your sights set on a certain type of man, and you ignore fantastic men that would enjoy playing around with you.”

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