“I’ve been saving this piece for just the right customer. A remix of RuPaul’s ‘Supermodel’ blasted through the club. Anal sex The glossy gown flowed down to his knees where white, PVC boots took over. The loud, familiar sound of harsh skin-on-skin contact pierced the air. She had to. We can fix that, right ladies?” the blonde chuckled. He took a sip of his rum and coke and thumbed through his phone, inspecting the pictures he’d taken thus far. *CLICK-CLACK*
The door opened and Rita entered once again. C’mere!”
He pushed himself off the column and started toward her. She closed the distance to him and Markus could hear the back of the dress being unzipped. He never even saw the woman who’d spotted him sporting his new, silky undergarment. No time for a date before you go. She ducked her head down briefly to give him instructions. Markus turned and found her holding two more products with a wicked smile on her face. “How will I be dressing you today, Markus?”
“Like a maid.”
“A French maid?”
“Yeah, I suppose…”
Rita snickered and lifted one hand gracefully.
