Gaygaygaygaygay

No folks, I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about this evenings client. Seriously. Seriously. I get the  call, it’s for two girls, so I have that arranged, and I talk to the gentleman to see what his plans are. His buddy is there so it will be two dudes, two chicks. No problems. The other girl had time constraints so we were a little later getting there than usual, and when I called to let him know we were on our way, he said, “Ok, we’re still awake, and still normal!” I laughed; normal? “Fantastic!" I say, "That’s what I like to hear” I think since getting this job, I’ve learned what to say to retarded comments like that. Hailey and I go in together and he meets us at the door. The second he gets off the elevator my gaydar goes off, and I just about say, “Are you kidding?” But I don’t. They were just at the tail end of Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Once it was over we talked about the incredibly long cock shot in the movie, as well as other comedies for a while. When the friend and Hailey go out for a smoke, I take that opportunity to move things along. This guy is slightly older than I am, reasonably attractive, well built, and despite this, never ever has there been a complete lack of chemistry between a client and myself. I had to go back for lube twice. I told him I was dehydrated. Hahaha. But we get the job done and have a little pillow talk afterward. He was going over my face and critiquing all of my features (Men seem to like doing this, it’s so weird) Anyway, I have good eyebrows, “I would know, I have mine done… and you should see my closet, Princess!” This is what he tells me! And he sings the word ‘Princess’. And I’m laughing. He thinks I’m laughing at his joke, but I’m laughing at the warm summer breeze of pure gay that just gusted through the room. UNBELIEVABLE. Anyway. This poor guy. Almost 30 and still closeted (such a pretty well decorated closet though… I saw it)