Tomorrow I will

Wake up, brush my teeth, jump in the shower and walk to my balcony and look out over the city
I came to this city a few years ago in search of... My dreams? I wonder every morning as I'm looking at my city, 'How did I come to this?' I don't think it's put me any closer to fulfilling my dreams- H$ll, I don't even know what my dreams are anymore. For now I'm just doing my thing, getting by, more than getting by actually- maybe that's something. The rest of the world has it's dial stuck on survive but I'm living high- thriving even- sort of. I'm sitting on my @ss looking gay and pretty in a Rim chair above a slobbering buffoon who can't get enough of worshiping my tight @ss. Things could definitely be worse; I could be in Kansas City or... Oklahoma or something. What dreams will come later to replace this dream of being paid and pleasured? Excuse me-Please don't bite my @ss. It doesn't like it when you do that. Just ask it- look into eye and kiss it, now whisper how sorry you are for biting it... with your tongue dummy- yeah... just like that. Sorry about the interruption. Mmm... what a dream it is to have someone licking your ass. Better than kissing your ass, and you get paid too. At least I do.

I wanted to Hit Him

He just wanted to kiss me. After all this build up about what he wanted to do to my big black dick all he wanted to do was kiss. I told him we could kiss while I was deep dicking him, but no- 'He hadn't done that in a long time', and while he wanted me to be his first, he wasn't sure he was ready yet... couldn't we just kiss instead and build towards that next time. I hate F%ckers like this. If there is a next time, it will still be, 'I'm not ready yet', and I'll be stuck yet again kissing on some sour breathed Toad who gets off on the idea of- well, I don't know what the idea is- maybe my kissing really is that good. He's wretched. Why do some people think good kissing means washing your gums with the tip of their tongue. Good Lord, God gave you lips for a reason! F$cking use them! And not to eat my face either. I ended up having to train this guy in the arts of smooching and after it was all said and done, after I'd given him a F%cking Master class, he says, 'You need to work on your technique.' Aghhghghg!!!!! So there will be no next time (probably because I accidentially threw my soda through his plasma) and I'm stuck with the residual feeling of worms and snakes crawling all over me (that's how kissing him felt). On nights like these I always wonder, 'Was it worth it?' Well, this time maybe not. I didn't hit him; though I pushed him into a corner, pulled out my dick and beat off on him until I came, then I wiped myself all over his hair, pushed him down and walked out. Later he wrote asking if we could do that again; it was the most exciting thing he'd ever felt before and- he just really wanted that feeling of power loss to- I hung up on him. What's the point in getting back at someone if they enjoyed it?

what's my bleeding sign?

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This isn't Pretty Woman

That's not how it's going to End
I Know what I am and I accept you for what you are
You're a guy who pays boys Money for Sex
But I'm a not Boy
I'm a wily little Tart
And there's the Problem
I'm too Intelligent
You think it's Smart Admiring a-
If you think we can be more than... then- well
You've been watching too much Julia Roberts
That's Fantasy
That's part of the Fun
You can go back to Life when it's all said and Done
Leaving Every thing behind you
No worries about tomorrow
And then the next Time
When the Next time Comes
It's almost as if nothing had ever happened
Before
Because I'm brande New
Though olde
And Everything Old...
Take the New
Enjoy it for what it is
No ties that Bind
Except the Strings of Pleasure
Why get Wound up
In a Whore
When you know I can't
Give you More?

Dancing the Dance of Seven Lies and Deceits

If it's a Dance
Then Dance B!tch
Open those legs
Throw your head Back
Grind it deep
Pound it. Smack!
Throw it Down
Close Your Eyes
Touch Your Head
To the Ground
Dance the Dance of Seven Lies
Deceive Me
Lie to Me
Make me Think I'm the Only One
Until I go
2, 3, 4
Ohhhhhhh..... You want to Shower?

I was made to Love him

But He wasn't made to love me
Yes it's just a job
But for him I'm giving it free

He has no idea who I am or what I'm really about
It started as a hookup and now I'm hooked
He didn't get that I was a- well... but he made it feel so good
That I thought I'd let it slide this once
Which turned into 3 or 13 or once
And now I want him every night
But the bills have got to be paid
Love doesn't work when the job is getting Laid
I tried to cut it back
So I'd keep things nice and right
I don't want him sliding in
And finding that it's not as...
So I found me this nice old guy
Who takes keeps me square
He likes it he says
Having a boy to take care of
Who works Hard to please his man
And only his man
I no longer worry about the Score
Or having to Score Each night
It's not really a retainer
But it's a hot Load of Cash
And it keeps me- keeps me- has me kept.
Kept from What I want
I was made to Love him
But it's Love I've got to sell
If it's only Love I've got to give up
If it means I don't have to Worry
Even if I was made to Love him
He Can't Love me for Me
Cause I'm a Hustler out for...
Glory
Gold
Guts
And I Ain't Got no Business Falling in Love
In this Dance of Lies and Deceit

Walk towards the Light

Just Keeping Walking Forward
Straight Towards the Light
Right into the Middle
Heaven Can Wait
...I can guarantee Jesus won't have a piece of
A$$ as Tight or @ss Sweet as This

Selling Sausages

And it's not even hard yet
Put it in your mouth and blow
See how Much Bigger it Gets?
But you can take it?
Can't you?
Now suck it down
Your Throat
You Love the Taste
Creamy and Sweet
Satisfying in all the right spots
Here to deliver
Pleasure
Deep inside you
Pounding you until you Scream
for More
Coating you
in Juices
And leaving you
in Bliss
Spicy
Sweet
Delicious
Sausage
Just the way
You Need it

A bathtub is not a pratical place to have sex

Someone always ends up on their back bleeding and crying, or knocking out a few teeth. Case in point; I was with this guy who wanted to f$ck me while showering, and I thought... sure. I was curious as to how he was going to manage the lube until I realized he intended to use shower gel to slide up into me. Have you ever had a load of soap suds up your @ss? Well it burns. The next thing I know, this fool is fingering me with a soapy finger while whispering he can't wait to get dirty again... the body is a funny creation. When it is in pain it sort of reflexively does stuff like pull away from the source of the pain, in this case the soap which wouldn't be such a problem if there wasn't a guy holding on to my ass for dear life as a means of support. This guy fell forward face first into my soapy suddy @$$, got an eye full of the soap, was blinded, then fell backwards onto his back... I'm happy to report that I was fine... he didn't make out quite so well, while thrashing about trying to get out of the tub, he again slipped and fell face first knocking free a few... ouch. I feel sort of bad about just taking my money and leaving him there like that but what was I supposed to do? Call 911 and wait for them to come? I do hope he's alright... though I think I'm going to abstain from the tub/shower sex for a while or forever.

Simmering in the Tub

My favourite client (of the moment) likes to watch me bathe. He draws a hot bath and has me stew for a bit before I wash. We rehash the day, talk about current events, and then he drops a cube of fizzing bubble wash into the water as a sign that he's ready for things to begin. I always make sure to put on a good show. I do this thing where I slip the soap in between my- well and then I drop it, which always makes him laugh. ;D Good times. Good clean times. Afterwards he blows me and off we go. I wonder if it's just an OCD cleanliness thing or if he actually thinks I'm dirty... Hmm.

In House

And what do you like about me?
The way you kiss me; you kiss me like I've never been kissed before.
Love that song.
You do.
You kiss a lot of people?
Not so many.
That cost extra?
It's not exactly what most people are paying me for.
I'm not paying you at all.
That's significant.
Do you want me to pay you?
I want you to keep kissing me. Will you?
I don't know.
... Have you been to the pier?
No.
It's beautiful this time of year.
Nice sunsets and what not?
And it's peaceful... we should go.
That's a thought.
Do you want to go?
Maybe.
With me?
If I take you walking, it will be on the pier but I don't know if I want to take you walking yet.
Because I'm a whore?
Because I'm f^cked up.
We're all f^cked up.
Some of us like to deal with that before we...
Go walking on the pier.
You hungry?
You taking me to dinner?
I thought we could order in.
You don't want to go out?
If we do... I won't be able to...
Hahah- sigh. Kiss me.
Smooch...

I just wanna be friends...

With your asshole. I think I'm a little bitter lately cuz this total tool I used to fuck around with got me all riled up and excited to see him, only for him to bail on me. No, he didn't just bail on me, he didn't even bother to call, or fucking text or- I don't even know why I bother. This guy is really cute, and sort of edgy, he's an amazing fucker, smart, funny, charming, and... you think can can reconnect after you've already connected- established a connection, felt that there was a connection between you. That things can work out with someone, that you're not just another hot lay to them, that this is more than just false intimacy and artifice put on for a few hundred bucks then when you're all spruced and ready to go out on the town, WHAMO! They dick you over and leave you sad and waiting and wanting to cry. Whatever, it's just sex. But it was sex that I excited about, actually getting worked up about and for once I... The last time he fucked me... it was so good I fainted. Swear to God, or Buddha, or Zeus, or whatever- I fucking came and the next thing I knew it was the morning and he was looking down at me while rubbing my head. 'You got a little excited and... well you fainted.' Then he smiled. Do you know how embarrassed I was, how stupid I felt, and then- then he kissed me and told me I was beautiful. I'm stupid for thinking this could be more than exactly what it is. Some guy who fucked me a while back, fucked me so good that I fucking fainted, calls me up out of the blue just to see if he could get me. Once he figured out he could... well, why bother following through? Why didn't I think about it? It's been 3 months. Why didn't he call me before now? Why didn't I call him? Because I didn't think it was real. Apparently it wasn't. I don't think I'm going to go out tonight. I think it's an in house night full of watching porn and laughing at the cheesy dialogue... cause you know, that always cheers me up.

...Isn't Money Love?

I'll tell you after I get paid. Bitch.
The more they pay me, the harder I work.
The harder I work, the more you'll Love me.
It's not that complicated if you think about it.
Now shut up and smile like a doughnut.

My Sugar is Raw...

Madonna has been on my mind lately. I think it's because I fucked this guy to her 'Hard Candy' album last weekend. The entire album. I was feeling sort of toppish again and black dick hungry white boy (re: 40 year old white men who like being whipped by the black man dick) b!tches where all up in my shit again... so why not? The guy I ended up fucking had his vice like grip in his @ss... it felt like... his @ss felt like a tongue, and a pussy, and an @ss hole dancing around my dick the entire time. It was weird. I kept wanting to blow my load but every time I got close he'd do something different and off we'd go like that for another 20 minutes. I guess that's what you call tantric. When I finally got ready to blow, he pulled off of me, ripped the condom off, and totally guzzled my load... I felt like I should have paid him to tell you the truth. Maybe I should hire a hooker (and actually pay him) or maybe I should try to make this guy a regular... Not a bad idea that.

You'll Shoot your eye out!

Actually I said, 'I'll shoot my eye out!' And I wasn't kidding. I'm a big shooter, but this guy wanted me to do my self sucking bit and... well, you get the point. The thing is, I very nearly did. Shoot my eye out that is. One would think that one could just close his eyes at the precise moment of 'eruption' but then I got all caught up in what I was doing and- well... I wonder how I'm going to explain this to my doctor. If it's a 'He', I'll just offer to blow him... if it's a 'She', well that's a little bit trickier but- I'll still offer to Blow her.

Hot Latin Massage

Things have been moving a little slowly in this economy of late so I'm... 'diversifying'. There has been a rise in the Latino Top hungry Johns... I've decided to 're-invent myself', like Madonna and cater (re: pander) to that trade. Maybe I'm not really half Dominican. Maybe I'm actually 100% 2nd generation Cuban. Can you prove otherwise? Didn't think so. Here's the latest advirt; reply if you're tempted:

Diegeo Luis: ___ ___ ____; give me a call (no blocked #’s,NO EMAILS). If you leave a message, I will return your call.
out-calls available, serious replies only.

I PROVIDE A FULL SENSUAL MASSAGE IN THE NUDE... AND MORE

I am an easy going HANDSOME GUY. You'll feel very comfortable, very sexy, very happy, and exploding with JOY.
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Subtle, huh?

I knew it was going to be strange

When I arrived he had no expression upon his face what so ever. For the first 10 minutes we sat in silence. That happens sometimes; the guy hiring you is so overwhelmed with what he has done, that he is actually going through with it, hiring someone for sex, that he has to take a moment to reflect. They come around eventually, usually after 2 or three minutes but this guy... Just the two of us squared off against each other, taking each other in- it was weird. Not a peep, not a smile; no indication that he was even alive. I was about to leave when out of nowhere, he stood, removed his shorts, and pulled out a rather tiny and erect penis. Again with no words, or indication that I was even there, he began jacking off. I decided to take the initiative and go with the... 'Go-a-Head'. He screamed as I took him in his mouth. He's lucky I have excellent reflexes; a lesser person would have chomped his dick off in surprise; I calmly grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on top of my head and guided him with the rhythm of my... suction. It was almost as if he'd never had a blow job before. He was so intense; thrashing about, moaning, crying, sighing, heaving, and gnashing his teeth. If it weren't for his hands, if it weren't for the fact that he was now face f^cking me, I would have thought that I were hurting him- I would have stopped, but no- He didn't want me to stop. This was simply his way of expressing joy. And that's when I suddenly heard an old woman's voice: 'IRrrrrwiiiiinnnn?' I tried to pull up, but again, he kept me down and pressed into his crotch. 'Irrrwwiiinnn, are you doing something bad? Dirty bad little things Irrwiinnn. I always know when you're being bad!' At this point I didn't care about the blowjob, how hard he was holding me down, or the fact that he was spazzing out; I was freaked and I wanted off. As I pulled away, the voice started screaming, 'BAD!', and then he started cumming and screaming, and I just stood there transfixed as I took it all in. As his orgasm subsided, he fell into a fetal position like heap holding his freshly pleasured cock, and began rocking side to side as the creepy old woman's voice which was coming from behind a here to now unnoticed pink curtain cooed, 'There there Irrrrwwwiinnn, it's all better now. Don't you feel better that it's all betterrrrrrr now?' I stood there for about a minute of this before I had enough and pulled the curtain back to reveal an olde woman sitting in her wheelchair smiling through the beediest eyes I have ever seen before in my life. 'Hullo little boy, did you eeennnnjooooy yourselffff?' I was... paralyzed with- I don't know what, but it was so entrancing that I didn't even see her stand and grab my wrist with a vice like grip which could have turned granite to dust had it wished to do so. 'Thank you for the fun, but I think it's time you to-' and she motioned towards the door with her head. As she lead me over to the door, she pulled out an envelope, stuffed it down my pants and copped a feel. 'Goodness gracious what a bubble. Have a nice day now', and with that she shoved me out into the hallway. I... knew it was going to be strange when I arrived and he refused to speak... it all feels a bit 'Psycho'-esque in retrospect but... ugh. I think I need a bit of therapy.

Selling Sausages UnderWater

Whether it be to Mermen, Starfish, or Shark... I the Tart will provide you with the freshest selection of meat available... my own. Cum one, cum all and suckle on delicious underwater cock. Brought to you by The Tart. *Word of caution; I'm a grower, not a shower so contents will expand exponentially once it enters your throat... just saying.

Checking on the Bubble

Don't you take pictures of your junk as the tub is filling up?





I was on my way to another job when I decided that maybe,
just maybe I should make sure the booty was still looking tight.







You see, I recently had a dream that my @ss had suddenly gone flat... As if someone had deflated it... let the air out if you will. I know it's not exactly possible... but still- dreams of having a flat @ss are frightening.




Here are the impromptu, in water results... Never fear! I think we can safely say that things are still quite tight. ;) And even better, clean! Delicious plump juicy booty. Take a bite out of that bubble.

Servicing Barack Obama

No I haven't actually had sex with the big man in the White House... yet. Nor do I exactly expect to... Michelle Obama may look dainty and demure, but she also looks like a 'sista' and unlike those other politicians' b!tches, if word leaked that Barack was hitting it on the DL, on the up high, or anywhere else that wasn't in her punani and I bet she'd have his balls (and mine) on a kebob so fast it'd make your head spin. So this is all 'fantasy'. This is a picture of Barak Obama's penis (or as I imagine it to look). As you can tell, his white mama decided to leave him intact... yes that's right. Beautiful and uncut. Michelle says he has B.O. in the morning, so I'm going to guess he doesn't 'manscape' down there, but I don't mind. When you're riding the President's cock in Lincoln's bedroom, you're not exactly concerned about how much he's sweat in those tight undies he's wearing... no you don't. I'm going to take a wild guess and say he's swinging around an 8 and a half or a 9, maybe even a 10. Michelle's a tall lady and she always looks so smug and satisfied when ever any white women (or boys) come along. It's like she's saying, 'that's right b!tch, that's all mine. All 10 inches of that raw uncut dick digging up in me, and you ain't gonna get any. You either Newt Gingrich, so back off fatty McFatt Fatt.'
Barack is always tired after a hard day of working, so he likes it when I crawl into the Oval Office between meetings and take him under that desk... sometimes Hilary comes in and he just sits there smiling... she doesn't know what's going on, why he doesn't say anything, why just drools and rolls his eyes at her. If, she didn't know better she'd say she was turning him on... Sorry Hil, it's not you. It's my magik mouth working it's mojo on that fat cock. As soon as she's done blabbering about whatever, he grabs me by my wrists, pulls me up onto the desk and fucks me right then and there. He's tall, so loves to do those long strokes... nice and deep, but I'm not passive bottom so when I feel him about to cum, I knock him back into his seat and ride him into the sunrise of.... mmm. We sit there after he finishes as his juices drain out of me until his cock slips out or grows hard again. Depending on what's next on the agenda, I either make him take me doggy style facing the windows, or I squeeze him, and work that fat cock over with my hole until he's gushing again. No matter what though, even if it's Sarkozy outside waiting, he insists upon taking my freshly seeded ass and tasting the beautiful work he's put into me before I go... Mmmm. Of course this is all fantasy. Like I said, I have not yet serviced Barack Obama (so back the fuck off Michelle!) But a boy can dream.... and cream... can't he?

A kind Man...

I love those men. They shower me with kisses. They understand the meaning of sex and joy. None of this fetish bullsh!t. Just pure good ole fashioned f^cking. What a relief to be free of the guy who can only get off while wearing his mother's bustier. How novel an idea it is; having sex without pain or tears. Imagine being in someone's arms while smiling, truly smiling if only for a moment. It may be for pay, but does that mean it can't be mutually enjoyed? I wish everyone were as kind. Even if it got a bit dull and vanilla... I'd love to have a kind man for a boyfr- . It's funny; finding a great guy in this capacity. He wants you because he can do all the things he can't do with his wife, partner, mistress, or girlfriend. He appreciates you more than he can ever appreciate any other them because you understand each other. What it means to take, what it means to give, what it means to have joy with out judgement. What it is to smile in the moment, and afterwards, even as you're washing the smell of that moment from your flesh, you still retain that smile. A kind man's smile. I'll carry him with me for a moment longer before I return to... Hi; yeah. I can do that. Nothing to rough though. I'm not a pussy- you'll see. Show me what you had in mind and... Smile.

We re-connected on Wednesday

It was great. I was walking through the tunnel towards the 7 train (had a client in Sunnyside Queens) when I spotted him walking in the other direction. It was one of those double take moments when you see something you like, turn back, smile and stop. We didn't say anything, we just walked right towards each other and with a nod walked towards the exit. 10 minutes later we were going at it, playing the doctor who lost his thermometer up his patient's bum (a favourite past time ;)) Before you knew it I was blowing my load and he was quick to follow. I don't like being f^cked too much after I cum- I get sore, you know? And he remembered. I collapsed on him and we lay there stewing in our juices and silences. He pulled me up towards him and kissed my forehead and said, we should do that again, only next time- lets use a condom. I mean, I don't normally do this sort of thing but- you got wrap it up- you don't have anything do you? I looked at him and smiled for a second. He had no idea. He didn't remember me at all. To him I was just some pick up f^ck; even better he was feeding me a line. The last time we f^cked we went at it 'unwrapped too'; I guess he forgot that too. For a second I was going to say as much but- I suddenly felt dirty and wanted to be out of there, so I told him what he needed to hear, grabbed my stuff and left. I wonder why people have sex and lie about it. Not so much lie about it to their partners, but lie about it to themselves. I wonder if it helps them sleep at night. The next time I see someone like that... I think I'll just keep walking. I wonder if I'm lying to myself- crap! My client!

So a reporter contacted me

Asking if he could do an interview into this life style? The conditions; total anonymity for both of us, (no actual names or images would be used), we would meet over dinner and discuss what goes on in these situations, and most importantly this would be unpaid. So basically this mother f^ker is a creative bastard trying to get his fucking rocks off on my God D@mned dime. Well, I agreed to meet with him because I'm a dick. I played my part perfectly; I was charming, witty, enjoyable- basically everything he wanted me to be but as dinner drew to a close I had a little ace up my sleeve. I had hired a hooker myself to come and bust up our dinner- basically some queen to throw a hissy fit over his cheating man and after everything he's been through- it's one thing when it's your WIFE but scoring on some other trick behind his back- I don't think so punk @ss b!tch cum guzzling punami munching hooptey... I don't know what any of it meant but the guy was mortified and in the ensuing drama I very gracefully extracted myself from a sticky situation... I wonder if I remembered to pay my whore... Minor detail; I'm sure my reporter won't mind covering me IF I didn't. ;)

What do you do when you find yourself on X-tube?

I know who did it. I even had a feeling that he was taping it which why I insisted upon wearing a mask the entire time- but I didn't give him permission and I certainly didn't think he would actually post it! Is that even legal? I mean technically I could bust him because I'm only 17 but- oh fuck; 17's the age of consent in NY state... but is it for commerce and porn? Where's Traci Lords when you need her? Ugh... I should sue him... No, I should... fuck. I hate this. It's a total invasion of my rights and- I didn't agree to it and you can totally tell that it's me! I'd go to the cops but... fuck. Fucking bastard fucking taping his fucking me. Though this doesn't have to be a bad thing... I could use it. Send it to people who want to know how I am in bed. Let them know what they have to look forward to. Genius. Why didn't I think of this before? Still... I'll get him- I'll send a hooker to his house- no! A cracked out hooker and tell him I've got toys and goodies for him to play with. Never mess with a Tart's image. Whether you're nailing close up, or giving it to him from behind, you should always ask before recording a fuck. It's only polite.

His name was Don

Like Don Juan and he made Love to me better than I thought you could make and after we were done he held me in his arms and laughed in my face. 'Look at you. So sweet; so delicious; so innocent except you're not. Get out of here kid. I've got shit to do.' I'm not used to being the one kicked out of bed but what am I supposed to do? Cry? Beg? Ask for more? It's a job and I roll with the punches even when I want to punch back. So I jump from beneath the covers, grab my envelope which he has so insultingly left waiting for me on the banister, grab my clothes and head towards the door. 'Aren't you going to- ' Before he can say another word, I fling open the door and yell into the hallway of the hotel, 'Thanks Papi; and so generous too would you mind- uhh! Cleaning that up? Ciao.' And off I go skipping down the hallway leaving my trickling shower of gold on the floor for the bastard Don Juan to clean up. I really should grow up but... c'mon, he was baiting me. What was I supposed to do? Swallow his shit with a smile? I'm not into scat.

Smart, Juicy, Fit and...

Old enough to be my father which I don't mind except now he wants to be more 'boyfriend'. Boyfriend; what the fuck does that even mean? I have to stop fucking other guys? I have to be in bad at a certain hour? Why not cut the bullshit and call it slavery. I mean what's the point? I still have to pay my bills; I still have to responsibility for myself. Or what; is he going to give me a little allowance now too, and call it even. I don't get these guys. Either way you look at it, it's still the same thing. I could even cheat on him and keep it up. That's what this is really about pride... and arrogance, and hubris too, or something. He wants me to crawl to him and say, 'Yes, Daddy the dick is that good. So good, I'll give everything else up and stay with you in your arms and cry and scream harder Daddy, give it to me Daddy, just make me your boi-pussy Daddy, that's all I want.' Insolent. To think that any one man could satisfy me- could be my everything- could Love me in a world where you buy Love... and at a discount too. Sorry Daddy; you're fucking with the wrong... sex worker. I'll miss you, and the money, and the kindness but... it's this much nicer of me. You won't have to worry about the heartbreak that's surely to come or drama you're inviting into your bed and... I wish I could be what you think I am but I'm... Goodbye.

The Tart Date

Ugh! Huh- huh- eow! Agh! Agh! Don’t stop pumping! Yes! Yes! Agggh!
Here, turn over. Ugh, Ugh, Fuck! I’m Coming! Ugh! Do you mind if I wash up?
Not at all. (He exits for the bathroom.) That was great.
(From the bathroom.) Yeah. I needed that.
Me too. Things have been so stressed with work lately; you know?
Yeah. (He comes back in and begins dressing.)
I’ve been working on these new designs for this dress but nothing comes-
That what you do?
Yeah; design; fashion. Nothing major but-
Cool.
What about you?
I freelance. Videography; photography; stuff.
Sounds fun.
I like it. I like getting off more though.
Yeah.
You’ve got great lips.
You too.
Very full.
Very passionate.
Ha-ha. Thanks.
No really.
Well it is sex. I mean why bother if you’re just going to lay there
True.
Can I get your opinion on something?
Sure.
(The Tart pulls out a dress.) What do you think?
Well I don’t wear dresses.
C’mon.
It looks nice. I’d let my girlfriend wear-
You have a- ?
If I had one.
Ha-ha. Right. Sorry about that. Forcing my designs down your throat.
It’s cool.
I mean, that’s why we pay focus groups and-
You wanted to show me something you were proud of it’s fine.
Thanks.
So, I gotta get going.
Oh? Uh- you didn’t want anything to drink, or to shower-
I’ll do that when I get home. Thanks. Where’s my jacket?
Oh, I hung it up. (The Tart goes to retrieve his jacket)
Great manners.
(The Tart returns with his jacket.) My parents raised me well.
(He smiles as he takes his jacket.) So thanks.
That was my first time- my first time since I broke up with my-
Oh.
Yeah.
I hope it was good.
Am I- will I see you again?
If you want to, you know where to find me. G’night. (He exits.)
Wow. That was… I might as well be a whore.