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kneeling almost naked at his side and chatting with a woman wearing a latex bustier and spiked heels—literally, spiked heels. There are metal spikes coming out the back. There’s a flogger clipped to her belt, and god love whoever came up with fetish gear because her breasts are magnificent.
They all turn when Rey approaches, and their faces break out into smiles. So Rey Walter is beloved here too. What does he, have a fandom?
He kisses the woman’s cheek and shakes the man’s hand, and—after obtaining permission with a “May I?”—leans down and ruffles the boy’s hair, scratching him behind the ears and saying, “Good boy, Scooter.”
Scooter?
I am trying so, so hard to look as cool as Rey does, but it’s next to impossible when there is a grown man kneeling on the ground, being petted like a dog, and if I’m a judge of these things, enjoying it. Although if I picture him as a woman instead, in black satin lingerie instead of leather shorts, crowned with a pair of sweet cat ears and nuzzling at my thigh? At the very least, my dick understands the appeal.
Rey gives Scooter a few more pets before standing and gesturing to me. “This is Hale. First-timer here.”
Hale. What I’d picked as my scene name. When Rey had asked me, I’d stumbled. I’d wanted to pick something that sounded cool, but not like I was trying too hard. Something I wouldn’t regret in a few months, something I wouldn’t mind answering to. Something I wouldn’t forget. So I’d picked the name of my hometown. Nowhere, West Virginia, smack in the middle of Appalachia. I couldn’t wait to get out when I was a kid, and I haven’t gone back since my parents died. My father wouldn’t blame me. He never wanted to get stuck there either. But falling in love will make a person do some messed-up stuff, especially if babies are involved.
Rey introduces me to the man and the woman. He calls them Tangent and Zelda, and I shake their hands. When he introduces me to Scooter, I’m not even sure what to do.
“You can give him a pet if you like,” volunteers Tangent. “He won’t bite. Probably.”
Then they laugh. All of them. At me. At my ridiculously shocked face. Including Scooter. Something inside me snaps. Not in a going-postal way, but in a tension-breaking way. This is all so crazy, and if I want to get through this night without having a nervous breakdown, I’ve got to let go. Not something I’m an expert in, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Scooter, obliging boy that he is, takes pity on me and holds out a hand, offering a firmer shake than I might expect. “It’s true. I only bite when asked.”
I smile because it’s all too absurd. “Good to know.”
We talk to them for a while. It’s mostly small talk about upcoming kink events, workshops they’ve been to, new toys they have. I try to contribute, but mostly I nod. I’m distracted. There are muted cries and muffled impacts in the background din, but after an hour or so, I feel like I’m at a cocktail party. A cocktail party with no alcohol and a very strange dress code, but a surprisingly enjoyable one. I find myself actually taking pleasure in these people’s company.
I don’t get to do that often.
Maybe it’s because no one’s talking about work, but I find my own thoughts of everything waiting on my desk slipping away. It’s hard to concentrate on spreadsheets and reports and bills and votes when the person next to you is talking about picking out a violet wand attachment the same way someone at the grocery store might talk about their preferred brand of cereal. I find it strangely soothing. Because if the sky’s suddenly orange and water flows up, what the fuck am I supposed to do about that? Nothing. I should sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
Rey excuses us after about an hour, saying he’s going to show me around. Outside the two main rooms, the club isn’t that big, but there’s a hallway in the back that extends for quite a ways, lined with
They all turn when Rey approaches, and their faces break out into smiles. So Rey Walter is beloved here too. What does he, have a fandom?
He kisses the woman’s cheek and shakes the man’s hand, and—after obtaining permission with a “May I?”—leans down and ruffles the boy’s hair, scratching him behind the ears and saying, “Good boy, Scooter.”
Scooter?
I am trying so, so hard to look as cool as Rey does, but it’s next to impossible when there is a grown man kneeling on the ground, being petted like a dog, and if I’m a judge of these things, enjoying it. Although if I picture him as a woman instead, in black satin lingerie instead of leather shorts, crowned with a pair of sweet cat ears and nuzzling at my thigh? At the very least, my dick understands the appeal.
Rey gives Scooter a few more pets before standing and gesturing to me. “This is Hale. First-timer here.”
Hale. What I’d picked as my scene name. When Rey had asked me, I’d stumbled. I’d wanted to pick something that sounded cool, but not like I was trying too hard. Something I wouldn’t regret in a few months, something I wouldn’t mind answering to. Something I wouldn’t forget. So I’d picked the name of my hometown. Nowhere, West Virginia, smack in the middle of Appalachia. I couldn’t wait to get out when I was a kid, and I haven’t gone back since my parents died. My father wouldn’t blame me. He never wanted to get stuck there either. But falling in love will make a person do some messed-up stuff, especially if babies are involved.
Rey introduces me to the man and the woman. He calls them Tangent and Zelda, and I shake their hands. When he introduces me to Scooter, I’m not even sure what to do.
“You can give him a pet if you like,” volunteers Tangent. “He won’t bite. Probably.”
Then they laugh. All of them. At me. At my ridiculously shocked face. Including Scooter. Something inside me snaps. Not in a going-postal way, but in a tension-breaking way. This is all so crazy, and if I want to get through this night without having a nervous breakdown, I’ve got to let go. Not something I’m an expert in, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Scooter, obliging boy that he is, takes pity on me and holds out a hand, offering a firmer shake than I might expect. “It’s true. I only bite when asked.”
I smile because it’s all too absurd. “Good to know.”
We talk to them for a while. It’s mostly small talk about upcoming kink events, workshops they’ve been to, new toys they have. I try to contribute, but mostly I nod. I’m distracted. There are muted cries and muffled impacts in the background din, but after an hour or so, I feel like I’m at a cocktail party. A cocktail party with no alcohol and a very strange dress code, but a surprisingly enjoyable one. I find myself actually taking pleasure in these people’s company.
I don’t get to do that often.
Maybe it’s because no one’s talking about work, but I find my own thoughts of everything waiting on my desk slipping away. It’s hard to concentrate on spreadsheets and reports and bills and votes when the person next to you is talking about picking out a violet wand attachment the same way someone at the grocery store might talk about their preferred brand of cereal. I find it strangely soothing. Because if the sky’s suddenly orange and water flows up, what the fuck am I supposed to do about that? Nothing. I should sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
Rey excuses us after about an hour, saying he’s going to show me around. Outside the two main rooms, the club isn’t that big, but there’s a hallway in the back that extends for quite a ways, lined with
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