Gay sex — you gotta pay the rent.
Gay sex is not something you’d ever thought you’d partake in. After all, you like girls. Right? Well, it’s because of a girl that you’ve been a little short on rent for the past few months and if you don’t get your landlord his money soon, you’ll be packing your bags. What a great time for your manager to cut your hours, too. You tell me all this over the phone and, as your friend, it’s my duty to help you out.
“Have you ever heard of ‘Gay for pay’?”
I explain that you could do a little street work for the cash you need. At least enough to keep your landlord from evicting you. You claim you’re not a whore and I point out that you’d jump at an opportunity like this if it were women you were servicing. You are a whore. Your clientele will just be a little different. Then you point out how you’re not gay. I tell you that you wouldn’t reeeeaaalllly be fagging it up. You’re doing it for the cash. After some more mental gymnastics, it’s pretty clear you don’t have much of a choice right now. I can easily provide the clients at this low-key place. All you have to do is show up and literally work your ass off.
I drive you there and you realize that there are a lot of black guys here.
In fact, you the ONLY white guy. When you ask me who they are, I tell them they’re your Johns.
“ALL OF THEM?!”
All of them. And once the door closes behind you, you hear those famous last words.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, white boy.”
As the sun rises, the place is almost empty my purse is swollen with dollar bills. You’re passed out, ass up, in a puddle of their cum and your own. Was it worth it? For gay phone sex, call Crystal!
