dn-6760b exposing his desires (joe d dawg)

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-08-02T13:53:51+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Celeste was a woman’s name, but it had been a man who had done the most damage to Ginny Monet. There wasn’t much doubt about that. And to find the man, Wiley knew he would have to find Celeste.

From an underground newspaper, he got a list of gay bars. They broke down into male, female, and mixed. He broke the females into regions, and spent the rest of the afternoon sipping drinks and being stared at by bulls and winked at by femmes who wanted to see his ass kicked by their bulls. Most of them looked like they could do it.

And then he hit LaBelle’s.

She was wearing sky-blue hot pants that crawled up into the crack of her cunt and a thin halter that barely contained the biggest pair of tits Wiley’d ever seen. She looked at him as if he had just crawled out from under the john and wiggled over to his place at the bar.

“Hi, shit. Whatta you want in here?”

“You LaBelle?”

“LaBelle is good pussy and you ain’t gettin’ any of it. Get out. This is a ladies bar.”

Wiley laid a twenty on the bar. “Bourbon, water, keep the change.”

She fixed the drink, brought it back, and tucked the bill into her halter. “Drink fast.”

“Ask you a couple of questions?”

She paused. “Depends.”

“Looking for a girl. Her name is Celeste.”

“Celeste what?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know any Celeste. Goodbye.”

Wiley moved toward the door, shaking his head. He paused outside and lit a cigarette, deciding where to go next.

Suddenly, he felt a tug at his arm. He turned to see a pretty little thing with pert breasts, a tiny waist and a tired face.

“I know a Celeste.”

“Is she gay?”

“All the way. She’s an artist.”

“Where?”

“You got two more of those?”

“Those what?”

“Twenties. I’m a working girl. I dig chicks for kicks, but I fuck boys for toys.”

“You’re cute.” He tore two bills in half and handed her two of the halves. “Show me Celeste for the rest.”

She pressed a piece of paper into his hand. “Show up around eleven tomorrow. Tell her you want a portrait painted.”

Before he could ask her more, she was gone. Wiley checked his watch. It was after eleven and he was beat. He grabbed a cab and headed back to his new apartment.

He was just putting his key in the door when he heard a noise behind him.

It was Trina, still in shorts and braless halter. He seemed to be running into that style a lot. She was carrying a tray.

“I thought you might like a midnight snack.”

He smiled. “What’s on the tray? … You?”

“The tray now, me later,” she said, moving into the room behind him and placing the tray on the dresser.

Wiley chuckled. Trina was a welcome relief to the type of women he’d been meeting all afternoon. He remembered how he had found her in his bed earlier, and how good it had been. He was beat, but still…

“Listen, you’re taking a hell of a chance. What if your old man or your mother catch you?”

“Pop hasn’t any backbone anyway.

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