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Cort had moved to the city after he’d come out to his family and they thought he could use a little time away from their Texas ranch. He confided in me that he loved New York but was afraid to go out by himself, so he spent most of his time eating takeout, watching porn and doing private webcam work, none of which he could do in his small Texas town. I’d promised him that when the weather got warmer I’d give him a real tour of the city.

The sound of the bass started thumping, which was our signal that customers had entered the club and it was time to mingle. I gave a final tweak to my curls and adjusted the silver boy shorts so the edge of my jockstrap showed.

“Showtime.”

Tristan led the way, his silky cape flowing behind him. He’d created a great act, I mused. With his flowing black hair and six-foot-five lean frame, he commanded attention and received it.

At least ten men stood drinking at the bar, and twice that number had taken seats at the tables encircling the dance floor. The neon lights played over the stage, and my heart banged. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around, getting my bearings, but really it was to see if my guy was there. A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded me when I scanned the faces and didn’t recognize his among the increasing number of men walking into the club. Frankie grabbed my hand and pulled me up onstage.

“See?” I said, and we began to dance, our arms around each other’s waists. “He’s not here.”

Frankie gave me a mysterious smile and pulled me close. I smelled the fruity scent of his oil and his minty breath. “Oh yeah? Look closer. He just came in.”

We swayed a second; then Frankie maneuvered me so I could peer over his shoulder, and there he stood, in the entrance to the room. Tall, muscled, and impossibly handsome. A wave of nerves fluttered up from my stomach, and my cock hardened.

“Okay, I’m leaving so he don’t think that hard-on in your shorts is for me.” Frankie picked up the beat and danced away toward a crowd of suits, leaving me standing alone, panicked and aching in the spotlight.