Chapter 01:
Matt Seeks Help Coming Out
On the surface Matt and Brad seemed an unlikely pair of gay lovers. Born into different worlds, one very wealthy, and the other middle class. They met on the job and found common ground in their love for each other. This is their story.
Matt was the rich kid, the son of a wealthy industrialist and his show girl mother. Brad's family was the victim of industries moving wherever they found cheaper labor. They scrapped by pay check to pay check. That had every right to be bitter, but lived happily knowing there were a lot of out of work and homeless people in a lot worse shape.
Matt's father met his wife in Las Vegas. Mark, 30 at the time, was smitten with Katrina, 19, the first time she saw her.
Katrina was a beautiful brunette with the gorgeous legs. One of the more popular Vegas show girls, she stood 5'9" and packed 110 lbs into a 38" 22" 36" body.
Matt fell for her hard, the age difference be damned.
He sent the cancan girl notes after her show for a solid week. Finally her interest peeked and she asked the club bouncer to check him out.
"From the thousand dollars suit and his platinum American Express card, he appears to be very wealthy and smart," the bouncer told Katrina "He is also very shrewd. He knew what I was up to immediately. He said to tell you his interest was sincere not sexual."
Katrina sat down with Mark.
"Very nice to finally meet you Miss -----?"
"Katrina, nice to meet you ------?
"Mark."
"So what brings you to Sin City?" Katrina asked. "Something tells me it is not to hit up on some show girls."
"Actually," he said, "I'm buying this place."
Katrina's jaw dropped. Her thoughts raced and it was a couple of long moments before she regained her composure.
"If you are telling me the truth, what possible interest could you have in me? I'm just a show girl trying to make a living and avoiding my ex."
"Please Katrina my interest is sincere." Mark pleaded. "At least have dinner with me. Maybe you will find that we are not all that different. What about your ex?" he sincerely asked.
"It's the same old story. A Florida girl starts out for Hollywood to become a big star. Runs out of money and ends up here, broke and desperate." she went on, tears forming in her eyes.
"I can guess the rest," Mark said softly placing his right hand on her wrist. "You find a want add. It says something like: 'Local club looking for dancers. Good looks and body to match. Call 702 whatever,' right?"
"God, Mark you really know the sordid side of Vegas! You are so right. Turns out the quote, club, unquote is a strip joint. I become embarrassed wearing a bikini to the beach! Needless to say, I did not like the work. But I liked starving even less. I hustled dances and served drinks. When I refused to a lap dance I was fired."
"A girl has her standards." Mark joked. They laughed together.
"One of my steady customers, a guy I actually liked, pressured the club owner to give him my phone number. To make a long story short we dated a couple of months, got married Vegas style by an Elvis impersonator. Stan was kind at first and helped me find this job. One night the dumb ass showed up with an escort. Drunk out of his mind, he yelled "Hey Kitty, that's my wife on stage."
"You should have seen the look on his face when Kitty called him a creep and slapped the crap out of him. She came up to me and placed a thousand dollars in my hand. She told me I needed it more than her.
"It paid for my divorce and taught me very hard lesson."
"Never trust any man?"
"Partially right. I am the eternal optimist and know there is some good man out there. My girlfriend says right but they are all gay."
"Trust me Katrina, I can be a nice guy and I am most assuredly not gay. Would you tell your life story to a total stranger if there wee not a glimmer of trust hidden deep in your soul."
