Chapter 41

Wednesday, the Angels went with me to show a couple units. They both borrowed clothes from Yann. My redhead had found a men's underwear company in California that sold thongs and briefs designed with built-in cock rings to put one's business on full display. The twins looked more like porn stars than real estate assistants.

"Those are your assistants?" The husband asked me when the Angels and the wife went to view the laundry room.

"They're, uh, trying to get a promotion." I said with a leer. "I keep telling them no just to see what they try next."

"Aren't they a little young?"

I laughed. "You can check their ID if you want. They're both over 21."

"Oh." He still looked a bit disturbed. "So you're, uh..."

"Queer." I supplied for him. "Yeah, I'm a fag. I fuck men. I'm also selling you a below market-rate condo. That a problem?"

"No! No! I didn't mean it like..."

"And no, I'm not stealing glances at you when you're not looking. Straight guys bore me."

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. I didn't think you were." He blushed a bit and looked away. "So this building was built in '81, you said?"

"1982. This unit, actually, has never been lived in. It was bought by a flipper who couldn't find a buyer. It's in good shape."

"I see."

We returned to looking at the unit and my sexuality did not come up again.