Page 3 of Sass in the Grass

“Nothing. I just never saw two queens together. You guys take off these costumes before you…? Never mind. I don’t even want to imaginethat,” he said as he rolled his eyes hard and then sipped his drink like he was the king of the world.

Gary swallowed the fear he felt as he saw both queens glaring at Jovian but was terribly relieved when they both walked away after a wink from Clit to him.

“Weird,” Jovian said mostly to himself.

“Yeah, weird, two people that are happy and content within themselves and their partner. How weird!”

“Oh, don’t you start now! I didn’t come here for a lecture.”

“Good. Because you won’t be coming here at all anymore unless you do something for me.”

Jovian wriggled on the stool, his lashes bouncing on his cheeks as they fluttered. “Now we’re talking, Daddy.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Gary said on a barked laugh. “I wouldn’t stick my dick in your ass if it was the last ass on earth.” After grabbing the brochure from under the cash register, he slapped it down on the bar in front of Jovian. “You go here this summer and learn something about our culture, our history and how to act, and then you’ll be able to come here again.”

“What? You cannot kick me out. You’re not the owner!”

“The owner is sick of you, too. And he is in touch with all the other club and bar owners that you frequent, so if I talk to him about you, he’ll get you banned from all of them. This is your last chance, Jovian. Get your head out of your ass, or you can look for a Daddy online, and take your chances.”

“But…but they’re bad, some of them! At least they’re vetted here!”

It was true. Since its inception, Chaps had been a kink club for members only and those members had to pass a rigorous screening before they were granted their passes. It made for a much safer environment, one in which men could confidently go into a playroom with another member and not worry they were with a psycho that only wanted to damage them.

“Yeah. Which…I’m sorry, Jovian, but vetting you maybe was done a little too fast. We can’t in good conscience let a Dom anywhere near you until you stop with this entitlement shit you have.”

Gary could tell that Jovian’s mind was racing for a way out of his current predicament, but there was nothing. He knew with a nod from Gary the owner would kick Jovian out on his pretty ass. Gary pushed the brochure closer and said, “Just do this. It will help you.”

Jovian picked it up and huffed, “What the hell is it?”

“A camp.”

“Do I look like I’m an eight-year-old?”

Maybe not, Gary thought, but he acted like it. “It’s a camp for adults. It’s a place that’s supportive, they’ll teach you skills you don’t have and give you opportunities to make some friends. Most of all, though, they’ll teach you how you got here. Like it or not, without those that came before us, we wouldn’t have what we have now. And it could be taken again. Maybe you’ll learn how to preserve it for the next generation or fight for it again.”

Jovian slapped the brochure on the bar. “Camping? Actually camping? Outdoors? I can’t sleep outdoors!”

“They have cabins, you little prick. Do it or not, it’s up to you, but until you are there for the full six weeks, and until you get the leader of the camp to sign off that you completed the entire experience, you won’t be allowed back here or anywhere else you love going.”

“This is blackmail. I could sue,” he said in a deep, vicious tone.

“Go ahead. That would be a fun day in court.”

Jovian changed tactics. Suddenly, his eyes were swimming in tears, and one fell down his pretty face. As Gary watched it, he held in his laughter until his stomach ached.

“Please, Gary, I’ll behave. I promise, I’ll…I’ll read up on our history. I’ll…I don’t know, pretend to be humble or whatever.”

Gary tapped his fingers on the brochure. “Go here, and then…we’ll talk.”

“Fine,” he said, snatching the brochure from the bar and sliding angrily off the stool, heading toward the door. His bitching could be heard all the way to the parking lot. “I’m so glad you all think you know best, just because your parents didn’t hug you enough or something. I swear to God, these old queens are so preoccupied with the past…”

He called his sister, Clarice, AKA, Clitorice Starling, one Jovian was gone. “Hey, Gary, honey. Did you drop it on him?”

“The hammer is dropped and Dix will hate me, but he’s getting a new camper this summer.”

“Dix can handle him. In fact, Dix and pretty Jovian may get along just fine…”

Chapter Two

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