approached him.
âYeah, and so is his boyfriend,â Terra said, watching the two men snuggle up together.
âWhatâs with these Brokeback dudes?â Lexington asked, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. âIt never fails; every time Iâm attracted to a good-looking man, heâs either gay or bisexual.â
âGay I can understand, but those bisexual in the closet guys are scary. I mean they have wives and girlfriends, but have sex with their âboysâ on the side, all the while saying that theyâre not gay. Well, if being poked in the ass ainât gay, I donât know what is,â Terra said, slightly hunching her shoulders.
âThe ones that are doing the pitching donât consider themselves gay, because theyâre doing the fucking and are not being fucked.â
âPitching or receiving, itâs all gay to me.â Terra shook her head in disgust. âI can deal with a lot of issues, but being bisexual isnât one of them. In my book, either youâre straight or youâre gay. I canât stand those guys who like to double dip. Itâs just so nasty.â She drained the last of her drink. âLetâs change the subject, because this one is too depressing.â
âTo all the Brokeback men, let âem stay in the mountains.â Lexington raised her glass in a mock toast.
The friends drank to straight men and continued prowling the VIP area in the hopes of finding not one but two available men.
5
â MAN, YOUâRE doing an excellent job managing BD Two. The month-end numbers have far exceeded expectation, and itâs due to your vision of adding the new theme rooms,â Trey told Mason as he sat in Masonâs office on the sixth floor of the club.
âThanks, Man.â Mason smiled as his boss showered him with praise.
âThis club is so popular that we now have a waiting list for new members. Who would have thought that the younger women would be so into this type of scene?â Trey asked.
âThere are a ton of young horny women who married older men for money and status, only to find their husbands canât get it up without that little blue pill. So the chicks come here to get their freak on with our servers who donât need over-the-counter help to stay hard.â Mason leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, relishing the moment. He had worked hard to make the Black Door Two a success and now all of his effortsâhiring a hot young DJ, inventing new theme rooms, and promoting the club through steamy Web sitesâwere paying off. âNow that I think about it, we should raise the initiation fee for new members. These spoiled rich chicks can more than afford to pay to play.â He laughed, but was dead serious.
âThatâs a brilliant idea! Mason, youâre a lifesaver. Between running the Black Door and dealing with my personal life, there would be no way on earth I couldâve handled running this club too.â Trey sighed heavily.
Mason leaned forward. âSpeaking of your personal life, how are things going with you and Michele?â he asked, knowing the history between Trey and his overly possessive girlfriend.
âTheyâre going fine for her. She lives in Washington during the week, working for my dad, andââ
âTrey, I know Iâve said this at least a hundred times since your dad won the nomination last year, but Iâm so proud of him. Iâm so proud, youâd think that he was my father.â
âYeah, Iâm proud of him too. He worked his entire life to get to the Supreme Court, and to think he almost lost everything because of me.â
When the nominating senator discovered that Trey owned the Black Door, he immediately took Prestonâs (Treyâs father) name off of the short list of qualified candidates, claiming that he was guilty by association and the press would crucify him once they got wind of