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So, Ethan started asking questions.
“When you’re not hooking up with random men, what kind of a guy do you prefer?” he asked. “What type of guy gets you giggly? You know…if you were in a committed relationship.”
The ladies crouched down to stare into the car, and Gene was horrified.
“He’d do,” the blonde said. “He’s got big hands. I bet they could spank me good.”
Gene couldn’t believe any of this. Was his man insane?
“I like a cuddly one,” the one hooker said. “You know, a guy you can hold onto. Not some skinny dude,” she said, checking out Ethan’s ass. “I like some handles to hold onto. No offense.”
He wasn’t offended.
“None taken. I appreciate your honesty,” he stated.
The brunette was leaning on the Mustang.
“Most guys look like him. All the guys I’ve met like you are gym rats. They stare in the mirror and count their abs,” she admitted. “I bet you have a six pack, pretty boy,” she said.
He lifted his shirt, and she nodded.
“Yep. High-maintenance dudes aren’t as hot as big men with dad bods.”
Gene sputtered.
“Dad bods?” he asked. “What the fuck?”
The redheaded hooker grinned.
“It’s true. We want a man who’ll eat tacos at three in the morning. You don’t look like you like to eat,” she said to the man outside of the car.
Ethan loved food.
He just had a fast metabolism, but she wasn’t wrong. He loved eating ice cream with Gene at three in the morning after sex and cuddling.
The African American hooker tapped her fingers on the roof of the Mustang.
“We like men with meat on their bones. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin’,” she admitted. “He looks like he can fuck. Wanna try it out, big boy?”
Gene.
Was.
Horrified.
Oh, where did he start with this one?
“Uh, I’m gay, and he’s my boyfriend, but thanks, I think,” he said.
The blonde laughed.
“I like a big daddy. You know, where you can sit in his lap, and he can cuddle you. You look like you enjoy cuddling.”
Ethan smiled.
“He does, but here’s the thing. He believes he’s not sexy. Can one of you tell him he is?”
They all leaned into the window, or tried.
