It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Financier and the Sweetheart, Campo Royale #4, releasing in February 2023.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Serving sixties hot pants realness in here!” Gigi shouted as I exited the bathroom in the queens dressing room.
I sashayed around the dressing room, arms over my head, as the girls hooted at my shiny yellow hot pants.
“Gurl, I am gooped. That ass is for certain!” Jo-Jo chimed in as I pounded my way to my seat, putting all my sass into my strut.
I stopped in front of my mirror, popped a hip, then slapped my backside. “And it’s all real hunty.”
“Oh! Oh, for shits she is all kinds of femme power! Turn that shit up bitch!” Gigi giggled then snapped her fingers in appreciation. “Clarice’s pussy is on fire tonight. Watch out boys!”
“I wonder if Sexy Banker Hotness is in the house tonight,” Jo-Jo tossed out as if she were not aware of Nate’s name. They all knew it. Jagger and Cord had dragged the man that I least wanted to ever see again back into my life with all the subtlety of driving a Mack truck over a dollhouse. “What? You never said we couldn’t mention him just not use his name. I used a codename. And he does work that sexy ‘I own the world hotness’ really well.”
“Gods he is to die for. Die! I am dead. Right here, dying.” Gigi pretended to faint over the tons of makeup scattered around her table. A tube of lipstick rolled to the floor. I sighed, picked it up, and tossed it to her table before sitting down. “I’ve died. You can have that tube of Orange Organza Orgasm hunty.” Gigi said into a blond wig that still needed tamed before she could go on in half an hour.
“It’s frapped,” Jo-Jo said then popped another gummy bear into her mouth.
Good. Maybe with Gigi dead and Jo-Jo working on a gummy bear I could finish getting ready without another reminder of my past coming into my present like a wrecking ball.