“Come on Sledge. Let’s go out,” Pam coaxed her lover Sledge Walker, who had just returned to the Savoy Hotel from the finals at Wimbledon.
“I’m tired,” Walker told the redhead, walking over to the long couch and flopping his tired body down. “Watching that tennis all day nearly kills me, it’s so damn boring.”
“Do you think I’m boring?” she said, jumping on top of him and kissing him hard and deep right on the mouth.
“No, no, you’re exciting enough,” Walker said, trying to catch his breath after she landed on him and coming up for air, “much more exciting than that faggot Kyle Worthington.”
“What’s wrong with Kyle Worthington?” she immediately stopped trying to kiss him and snapped back at him. “I think he’s cute and I’d kill for hair as thick as his.” She was referring to Worthington’s trade mark, shoulder length sandy blonde hair that he wore in a red, white and blue headband when he played. People Magazine had selected him as the Sexiest Man Alive last year and all the girls liked him. Other publications had called the most beautiful man in the world.
“I think he’s a little gay,” Walker told his partner, shaking his left hand so that his fingers wiggled. “At least that’s what Shannon Louis told me after the match.”
“Shannon Louis is just a sore loser,” she said, rolling off Walker and sitting beside him on the couch.
“You may be right, babe. I don’t know. It’s got to be tough losing a match that close.”
“I’m telling you Walker, every woman on earth would kill to be with a guy as good looking as Kyle Worthington. If I wasn’t stuck here with you maybe I would chase after a guy like that.”
“Stuck here with me” he snorted at the remark and sat up on the couch.
“Come on Walker, enough talk about Kyle Worthington. I know a little bistro not far from here where we can go. I found it on my walk this afternoon.” Pam continued. “I’m hungry too. Maybe they will have a band.”
“I guess I could eat,” Walker reluctantly agreed to go. “But I’m too tired to dance. Can I at least take a shower first?” he pleaded, sounding a little like the old man he was slowly becoming.
“Are you being the crab monster tonight?” she teased him, pinching her finger at his mid-section. “If I didn’t keep you busy, you’d just be a sad old man.”
“I’m just tired,” he defended himself.
“I’ll tell you what. You want to take a shower? I’ll give you an option that might excite you a little,” the red head said, getting up and unbuttoning her shirt. “How ’bout I take one with you?”
She continued to undress and she casually dropped her shirt on the floor as she walked across the room. Her bra fell to the floor as she entered the bathroom door.
The sight of the half-naked red head moving toward the bathroom put a little life back into Walker. He was feeling better already and he had no trouble getting up and following her into the room. He closed the door behind him on the way in.
. . . .
Jean-Francoise Dubois walked dejectedly down the street, both hands in the front pockets of his tight designer blue jeans. He hated the way Kyle Worthington would make love to him and then quickly disappear. It made him feel like a piece of meat. As he walked, he wondered if Kyle was really getting on a plane to New York or just using that as an excuse to go screw some other guy or even a woman. He continued to walk until he heard the sound of laughter coming from the “Cock-Eyed Rooster,” a popular watering hole for gay men.
He entered the bar and immediately saw two other men at a table by the door. He boldly walked up to the couple and introduced himself.
“May I join you?” he asked.
“Of course doll,” one of the men answered. “I am Jerry and this is Martin. And who are you?”
“I’m ready for a stiff drink,” Jean answered and he sat down at the table.
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