Same old remodelled carriage house, same old lazy afternoon sun ray sliding in through the French doors, same old Dale laying on a beanbag near the doors in a comfortable sprawl
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And yet that same old sun and same old town brought Chip the same old job. Not that he minded. He spent all day driving around and having cute babes flirt with him as he delivered their packages. But unlike before, he didn't end the day with phone numbers and tasting of strawberry lipgloss.
Instead he ended the day heading for a place that was more home than his own place. Not even knocking, he slipped in, still in his uniform shorts but with a plain black tee on with them.
"Mmmm-hmm, right here, sweetheart. How was your day?" he asked as he lazily unfolded from the beanbag. "I have been a lazy shit," he announced proudly.
"Good. You deserve it,' he notes, moving to kiss Dale before shrugging. "Same shit, different day. If the job wasn't so damn easy for damn good pay, I'd quit."
"There's all the exercise to consider, too. Keeps you in great shape." He left his arms around Chip, smiling up at him. "God I needed it, last night the natives were seriously restless. Got crazy knocking back faggy-froo-froo shooters and I wound up needing Mitch- you remember, the bouncer with the tattoos?" He stroked Chip's backside lazily, as he mused "I am really glad I changed jobs: more money, more self-respect, more time for you... but sometimes looking back on it, the stripping thing was so damn much easier."
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Instead he ended the day heading for a place that was more home than his own place. Not even knocking, he slipped in, still in his uniform shorts but with a plain black tee on with them.
"Dale? You here?"
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He stroked Chip's backside lazily, as he mused "I am really glad I changed jobs: more money, more self-respect, more time for you... but sometimes looking back on it, the stripping thing was so damn much easier."
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