“I’m not Paul Newman. There are no salad dressing deals for fifty year old cock,” Mac said as he twisted the cherry stem over his old fashioned.

“You’re telling me that no one has approached for deals outside of your films? That’s crazy. You were the hottest thing the Valley had in the 90’s.” Paul said. The two men watched a bedazzled dancer twist around the pole. Neither of them kept their eyes on her for long as the drinks sweated onto the table.

”How did you get your start? Did you go straight to California after high school?” Paul said. Mac laughed at looked at the new dancer entering the stage. She had a storm of pink hair and silver tights.

“A woman in a Berlin sex club came up to me, grabbed my cock, and told me I’d do a lot of good with it. That’s where it all started for me.”

”And you thought— she knows what she’s talking about. I’ll go star in porn movies and become one of the biggest names in the industry.”

“I don’t know about that. But once destiny has a hand down your pants, it’s hard to run away from it.”