A fucking hottie, actually – I think you’d like him.”
“Straight?” Jessie perked up and leaned forward. She looked hungry now, and not for the very plain looking burger in front of her.
“I think so,” Kirk said slowly. He then scrunched his brow in thought. “At least... I think he is.”
“So, he’s not.” She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“He might be!”
“No, sweetie. You have the worst gaydar of all time. If you only think he’s straight, then he’s probably gay – oh! You should bone him. Take him to pound town. Give him a little bit of the—”
“Shut up,” Kirk laughed. “You didn’t see this guy. The chances of me getting with him are... they’re about as likely as me getting to go to this Symposium in Hawaii.”
Jessie beamed. “Perfect then! You’ll be balls deep in him in no time.”
“First of all. Gross. And second... I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Jessie protested. “You’re fun. You’re cute. And, give it a few more weeks, you’ll be rocking a body that might even have me questioning our friendship... and your sexuality.” She smirked and pretended to check him out. “Seriously, Kirk. You have so much going for you and I hate that you can’t see it.”
Kirk felt himself blushing, so he stared down at his plate. “Thanks...”
“Really, really,” Jessie said She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Here is what you’re going to do. Ready?” She waited for a response that didn’t come. “You’re going to keep going to the gym. You’re going to get into awesome shape. You’re going to feel confidence flowing through you like cum from a cock. Then, you’re going to hook up with this hot instructor, gay or not, and you’re going to go to this history thing and rub it in that fat bitch’s face. All at the same time!” She started kissing her hands and pretending to throw them out to an adoring crowd. “How’s that sound?” she then asked seriously.
It sounded pretty darn good, truth be told. Even better because Kirk knew that they were all possible – well, his being chosen to go to the History Symposium, anyway. That was a dream that could be achieved. He’d keep going to the gym. He’d get into better shape. He’d feel his confidence growing as he did. And then, he would get the offer over Clarice. He could feel it!
But as for that other thing... the hot and steamy sex with Lance. Even in his wildest dreams, Kirk didn’t think that would be a possibility. He’d just have to settle for his imagination instead. And honestly, that wasn’t half bad.
Chapter Six
Lance was uncomfortable. Truth be told, he was also a little scared. And, even more to that point... Lance was bordering on terrified. Unfortunately for Lance, that was just the price one paid when dealing with loan sharks.
“What do you think?” Alexander Ivanov’s question was accompanied by an enthusiastic raising of his thick, unkempt eyebrows. “Pretty beautiful, nay?”
“Oh... yeah. Sure thing.” Lance did his best to sound sincere. Anything really, to appease the large, terrifying Russian. “Beautiful.”
“What do you like most about it?” Alexander’s accent was thick Russian, made even harder to understand by the cigar rested between his cracked lips. He puffed at it casually as he stared into Lance’s soul.
“Oh... the ah... the color is really, really... nice.” Lance gulped and adjusted himself in his seat. It was a stool actually; hard wood and on a slight angle. Lance suspected this was on purpose, done to make him even more uncomfortable than he already was. It was working.
“The color?” Alexander frowned. He blew out a cloud of smoke and watched as it settled over Lance’s head. “What does that mean – tell me something real. What do you like about it?”
Lance’s heart was beating in his chest like a war-hammer and he was very much beginning to wonder if it had been the right move coming here. “I don’t know... the shape?” he offered stupidly.
It was the wrong answer. This was made clear by the long, pained groan that seeped from Alexander Ivanov’s thick, cracked lips. He even rubbed at his sweaty forehead as if to emphasize this point.
There were two other men in the room. One stood by the door, the other behind Alexander. They were both big. They were both mean looking. And they were both packing at least one firearm.
“The drawings?” Lance offered up next to a very impatient looking Alexander. Again, Lance had to wonder if