Couples: Chaz and Rocky

I sat chatting with a fatherly white man who vaguely reminded me of Jim Gaffigan when he asked if I could make room for his friend. I turned around to see a plump woman about his age with dark hair and black eyeliner around her eyes who appeared to be South Asian, maybe Filipina. I don’t like handling couples most of the time because I hate navigating tension. I don’t like to have women compare themselves to me just to highlight their shortcomings while they provoke some sort of reaction out of their partners, but surprisingly, this woman seemed to genuinely like me.

Him: This is my friend, Rocky.

Me: Nice to meet you, Rocky. Are you two sexy friends?

Him: We are.

Her: Oh yes, we are.

Me: Hot.

Her: Where did you find her, Chaz? She’s beautiful.

Him: I didn’t find her, she found me. You like her?

Her: Of course I do. Look at that body.

Him: I know. What would you do with that body?

Her: I’d kiss her everywhere.

Rocky stroked my arm with the tips of her lacquered fingernails as she and Chaz exchanged fantasies.

Her: I’d walk around everywhere naked if I had a sexy body like this.

I wanted to say that all bodies are sexy, but I decided against it. I’m not in the business of affirmations.

Him: It’s been a while since Rocky had some fun with a girl.

Her: Too long.

Him: I think you should get a dance with her.

Her: I think you should, Chaz.

Me: I think we all should. Do you want me to list prices?

Her: What can we do?

Me: We can touch and you can enjoy my body, within reason.

Him: What do you think Rocky? Would you have fun with her?

Her: It depends on her. What do you want to do?

Me: Let’s go for a private dance together.

We settled on a Skybox for Rocky with a chair for Chaz to sit in the corner to watch.

Her: Do you mind if I unbutton?

She gestured to her shirt, already undoing the top.

Me: Of course.

They’d both been drinking and I saw lust in her glossy eyes. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt to reveal a black bra covering her ample breasts. She started sucking on my nipples, and with great technique. I cupped her breasts and unfastened her bra with the ease of a sixteen-year-old boy—that is to say, with clumsy difficulty.

Dancing with people assigned female at birth is a very different event because we don’t have external genitalia. Usually, with men I simulate doggy style or some other very hetero sex positions, but aside from the visual appeal, there isn’t much physical stimulation. I stayed facing her and trying to grind against her clit, but she was in sturdy jeans. We took turns sucking each other’s nipples, which was truly refreshing. I love playing with women.

Her: I want to eat your pussy so bad. I could eat it all night, but I won’t unless you let me.

Me: I wish, but I can’t.

Instead, I touched myself so they could watch and she licked my fingers to taste me.

Her: Chaz, sit over here, so you can see.

He sat on the couch beside her. He tried to touch me too, but I ignored him, because he only paid for a Skybox for one, not two. It’s nice to ignore a man and get paid. We finished the dance and I helped Rocky get dressed. We hugged, and they left in a hurry, to finish what we had started.