Page 2 of Rock Bottom
“Absolutely, little Joey.
Honestly, there isn’t a whole lot to tell about my evening with him. He spanked me with his hand, then belted me, explored my genitalia, squeezed my nipples, and finally put a condom on and fucked my ass. He knew what he was doing, and he let me beat off while he fucked my ass, which means I had a huge orgasm, but then he kept fucking me another ten minutes, and that part wasn’t so fun, but I didn’t safeword, and it wasn’t anywhere near the kind of thing that would make me say the word to bring Fabio out of the closet of the other bedroom.
Physically, it gave me what I’d needed — not exactly, because you can’t let someone you’ve just met hurt you that bad, but he did about as well as anyone could, for a first scene. Emotionally, it sucked, but I’d known it would ahead of time.
I put a robe on to walk “Master Jim” out and close the door behind him, and then I took a damned shower. Eunice and Collosa came in while I was showering, so all three men were in the living room when I came out wearing normal street clothes with a ballcap.
“I need a few minutes to pack my shit, and then ya’ll can take me back. Thanks for taking care of me.” Mythic Beast was staying in a hotel a mile and a half north of here, rather than on the bus. Making the most of our night off. We also had spa appointments the following morning.
“It’s what we do,” Eunice said.
Right, and they knewwaymore about me than I was comfortable with, but the Drake guys were trustworthy with secrets.
Chapter 2
About a month later
Silver
I strode off stage and drank the solution Mitch handed me — two packets of electrolytes plus a tablespoon of Celtic sea salt in a bottle of water he’d been shaking for a while, to make sure everything was dissolved.
Having a dickanda pussy comes with an actual medical condition, though thankfully I don’t have the more extreme version. Still, my body uses up salt faster than it should, but I’ve found ways to add it back. The doctors put me on hormone therapy when I was a teen, which worked because it made my body stop peeing out all the salt, but I hated what it did to my body and my emotions.
So, extra salt and a whole lot of electrolytes when I’m active, and I salt my food well when I eat, and I’ve only had two episodes as an adult where I got into a little trouble with my salt levels, neither of which were critical, just made me weak and lethargic.
I downed half the bottle right away, and then the rest once I hit the sanctity of my dressing room.
A quick shower, and I dressed in a duplicate of the outfit I’d worn on stage, but fresh and clean. Our stylist dried and fixed my hair while I reapplied my makeup. She’s responsible for making sure we all look as expected when we hit the stage, but mostly she just works on Hailey and me, since Hailey often has complicated braids. She touches up Will and Mikey’s hair every once in a while, and she gives everyone a trim as needed. When I want to add blue or purple to mine, she handles it, but it’s blonde right now with nearly white extensions, so it looks like the ends are lighter.
“Last show,” she noted when she turned the blow dryer off. “Do you have big plans for your break?”
“Not especially. You?”
“I’ll be on set for a movie in six days. No rest for the weary.”
We chatted about inconsequential things while she curled and styled my hair, and then I was ready to hit the bus and go to the afterparty. I was starving, and we always have good food at these things. The bikers would be there, and lots of other friends of the band. I wasn’t especially looking forward to it, but I wasn’t dreading it. It’s mandatory for all band members — we get paid really well to make music, and being sociable a couple dozen times a year is a small price to pay for being part of Mythic Beast.
Will was apparently fucking some chick in his dressing room, so we’d be starting the party without him. I walked in with Mikey and Hailey, with Ghost a few steps behind us so we could make our entrance.
I barely noticed everyone in the room turn towards us, the conversational sounds stopping, because a giant of a man locked eyes with me from across the room and I couldn’t look away.
I was mesmerized, like a bird pinned in place by the gaze of a cat from across a stream. Penetrating, but not threatening.
The man had to be close to seven feet tall, with massive shoulders and soft, almost delicate features that didn’t match the rest of him.
I just stared at this man as he walked toward me, weaving through the crowd without once breaking eye contact, his gaze on mine. Intense, but with zero intimidation.
The giant man crossed the room and stopped three feet from me before giving a courtly bow, as if we were in some candlelit ballroom two centuries ago.
“I am Julian,” he said, and his voice was higher than I expected — light, unhurried. Somehow, that made it dangerous. Not scary dangerous, but sexy dangerous.
And then the name hit me.Julian? What the fuck.
Here’s the thing — the doctors tried to force my parents into turning my dick into a normal-sized clit when I was born, but my parents refused. They said if I wanted to do that later, they’d support me in whatever I wanted to do, but without knowing who I was going to be when I got older, it was impossible for them to make those kinds of decisions. Technically, my chromosomes are XXY, so I’m literally neither male nor female, but some of both.
My reproductive organs are fucked, so I can never have kids, but perhaps that’s for the best. Part of me wants kids someday, but this body is so fucked up, would I want to risk passing my problems on to a baby? Doesn’t matter because it won’t happen. Most days I’m good with it, but every once in a while, I wish I could have kids.
But, back to the name thing, my parents named me Jules, a gender-neutral French name, with the idea I could go by Julie, Julius, Julian, or a whole list of other ‘J’ names they presented me with before I started school.
