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MouthyMike: who’s funny

BigDog469: private boy again?

MNTopDad: share the joke

“No,” I tell them.

BigDog469: rude

“Deeply.”

HotnReddy: Only two. No one vomited. What’s your favorite pie?

Bentley84: Don’t laugh, but pine nuts and broccoli. Had it once at this little place on Goss, and never forgot it.

I look at the screen too long. Goss. Goss Avenue.

My fingers tingle over the keys.

HotnReddy: You in Louisville, Bentley?

My camera is on. My body is visible. Men are asking for things. Tokens are dropping in small, bright sounds. But the center of the night has moved into the private window, where Bentley is quiet for a beat too long.

I stroke while I wait without really thinking about it. The room rewards me with a few extra tokens.

Bentley84: Not anymore. Haven’t been back in years.

I let out a breath.

BigDog469: u with us bro?

I look up at the camera.

“Yeah.” My voice comes out rougher than planned. I clear my throat, put the smile back on, and lean closer to the lens. “Just distracted.”

MouthyMike: we can fix that

I doubt it.

Bentley84: I’m sorry the other guy is doing this to you. You don’t deserve it.

That does something worse than the last message.

HotnReddy: Careful, Bentley. You’re sounding sweet again.

His reply comes quickly.

Bentley84: Not too sweet.

I smile.

The show keeps moving because it has to. I stand when they ask. Tease when they tip. Lose or find the sweats as the vibe demands.

Every time the private window lights up, my attention goes there.

By the end of the hour, I’ve made less than I should have. Not bad money. Just less.

After I’ve come and the viewer count thins, Bentley sends another message.