"...Christmas eve, all the tools and machinery had been put away, there was a one week break and everyone was looking forward to Charlie's barby. Jess...was like a cat with two bums, she didn't know which one to lick first. She must have tried on just about every dress in her wardrobe."How does this one look Tony, do you think I should wear these shoes with it, is the hem too low?..."and so on."Jess you would look lovely in a spud bag, everything you have shown me looks great on you, keep in mind. Yeah, we both like watching women, checking em out, touching em and, if we get the chance, fucking them.Teresa says that makes me a Lesbian, so it's okay if we fuck each other.I have to agree.Last week, I get a new client, a Lesbian babe, hotter than the sidewalk on a July day. She come's in my new office, near Dolly's, and gives me the sad story.Her boss at work finds out she's gay. Wants to join in, with her and her girlfriend. Gets handsy, makes threats. She puts him off, he fires her.So I. They didn't stink nearly as bad as Seth's either, which was almost disappointing. But I licked them until they were slick with my spit.He rubbed them dry on my face. I lay back, catching my breath, and he leaned over. That whitebread face, those expensive teeth and perfect hair hovered over me. A white bead of spit gathered at his lips and dropped down onto mine. Then another. "You're gross," he said."Yes, sir."That set Seth howling. "He called you 'sir.'" He'll call us all 'sir,'" Mike. Today he wore a gray v-neck and black Nike shorts. “I hope you’re hungry!” he smiled, leading me to a kitchen full of the kind of food my mom likes to refer to as crap. “You know I’m always hungry!” I smiled back. We ate, then played video games, and air hockey, basically just acting like the nine year olds we were when we met. After a while, I jumped up off the couch to refill my drink, and returned to see him sitting in my spot! “Move!” I shouted mock-angrily. “You stole my spo-ot!” I whined.