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The Sugar Shack
The Sugar Shack
The Sugar Shack
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Hansel is an aspiring photographer with a greater passion for the half-naked models he works with than for his art. Gretel is a Drag Superstar -- or will be, she’s convinced, the moment she’s discovered by ... anybody. One night, out in the tony gay-borhood The Woods, they stumble upon The Sugar Shack, a second-story nightclub they’re both delighted to discover, Gretel for the nightly drag shows of which she’d thrill to be a part, Hansel for the vast free buffet.

They meet the club's owner, local drag legend Sugar Rush, who offers Gretel a spot on stage vacated by a last-minute no-show. When she wows the crowd, Sugar offers Gretel a trial spot on the Sugar Shack’s lineup, and invites Hansel to drop in anytime, and to bring his appetite with him.

Gretel is a smash, and jumps at the eventual offer of a permanent gig. Hansel’s a hit, too, at Sugar’s private table upstairs in The Cage, where he lets Sugar flirt with him while he eats everything he can reach. He enjoys the attention almost as much as the free food, but he’s about as gay as they get, and can’t see himself falling for a dude who looks and smells like a chick, even if she is gorgeous. She’s also an inveterate chubby chaser, Gretel points out to him one day, and her apparent mission to fatten Hansel up seems to be proceeding apace.

Spending time with Sugar, Hansel's horizons expand along with his hips, but will he ever see her as more than just his “Sugar Daddy?”
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateNov 9, 2014
ISBN9781611526844
The Sugar Shack
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Michael P. Thomas

Michael P. Thomas is a former flight attendant whose mid-life career change to 911 operator has shown him that the widespread fear of sharing and receiving love is a real emergency. He writes to spread love and encourage others to do likewise. And a little bit to scare the gay-haters. For more information, visit facebook.com/GoReadMichaelPThomas.

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    The Sugar Shack - Michael P. Thomas

    The Sugar Shack

    by Michael P. Thomas

    Published by JMS Books LLC

    Visit jms-books.com for more information.

    Copyright 2014 Michael P. Thomas

    ISBN 9781611526844

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Published in the United States of America.

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    The Sugar Shack

    By Michael P. Thomas

    Once upon a time…

    Really? Gretel rolled her eyes. Cuz what, you’re a Grimm brother now?

    Anyone can start a story with ‘The other day,’ Hansel said. Excuse me for trying to add a little bit of flair to our dreary lives.

    You leave that to me, Gretel scolded.

    Strutting the sidewalk in thigh-high, lace-up platform boots and a sleeveless, hip-length, feather-strewn river of sequins, the six-foot-six drag queen took any reference to a lack of flair quite personally. She could tell when Hansel was being facetious, of course—most of the time—but he was the one who’d wriggled back into his (spectacularly form-fitting) jeans and walked away from a big-money modeling career to pursue a pipe-dream passion for black and white photography. He wasn’t going to call her dreary and get away with it.

    They strolled on through The Woods, Hansel dropping tidbits of his story at strategic intervals, as if to mark the trail of his latest casting-couch conquest indelibly for his listener. Gretel’s attention ebbed and flowed, though. Like the eager young wannabe models who had taken to following Hansel around like shirtless puppies, the story of this photo-shoot-turned-one-night-stand had begun to resemble the others rather too closely. She knew she’d be able to retrace his conversational steps with reasonable accuracy if called upon to do so, and so she kept one ear on Hansel’s tale, and one eye on passersby, lest a fan bob among them.

    Although there were fewer of those than she might have preferred. Part of the reason she took such stringent exception to Hansel’s joking usage of the word dreary was the fact that it summed up her drag career just a shade too tidily. She was new on the scene, mind you, and the few people who’d seen Gretel perform had flipped their lids. Her outfits were glittery, her makeup was flawless, and she knew the words to most of the songs she lip-synched better probably than the people who’d written them. But that was just it: the people who’d seen her perform were few indeed, and—alas—were apparently not prone to accosting their drag heroes when and if they encountered them abroad in the streets.

    Part of the reason she’d dragged Hansel out into The Woods was to give herself the opportunity to be spotted. It’s not like club owners

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