Apathetic Boy

17. [m]

Angel

This part contains heavily amounts of mature content.

I lock up the café and wait in front. I pull out my phone and noticed a message from Beau saying he'll be late.

I scroll through my contacts and press on one I haven't called in a bit.

"Holy shit, is this the one and only Angel?" His voice boomed over the phone. "Hello to you to, Miguel." I roll my eyes.

"Yes, yes. Greetings old friend. What was the reason you called me today? The club is about to open." He says.

"I'd like a seat at one of every scene that will be taken place tonight." I say.

"I thought your Dominant days were over?" He questioned.

"Just because I don't go there as a disposable Dom anymore, doesn't mean my days are over." I say. "All the subs that were there were either faking innocence or sluts, who threw themselves at anything that breathes. Which isn't what I like. You out of all should know that." I add.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Just one seat?" He asked.

"Two seats." I correct.

"Oh... did someone catch the most desirable Dom's eye?" He asked.

"That isn't any of your business. Two seats, every scene. Bye." Without giving him the chance to respond I end the call. Just as Beau was jogging up towards me.

"Hi," he says.

"Hello." I greet. "I made reservations for the evening. We'll be making way to my place for a quick change of clothes." I stand up straight.

"Don't get me wrong, I think you look delicious with what you are wearing," I say scanning him up and down, he is wearing a black wife beater, with skinny black jeans and boots, "But it won't suit the aura of the club." I finish.

"Oh, okay. Well I don't have a change of clothes on me." He says.

"Don't worry about that, I have clothes for you already." I smile.

*

"Angel, I don't think I can pull this off." He says behind the bathroom door.

"Come on, Beau. You'll be fine. We have to go," I say, almost annoyed at the fact that he is taking a while.

"Angel.." he mumbles, opening the door and stepping out.

"Well, well.." I slur, traveling my eyes down. I gave him low rised black leather jeans, with a fish net long sleeve, and a leather harness.

And I almost, almost cancelled our plans for the evening, just so I can have my way with him right here, right now.

"Well..?" I mumbled.

"You look.." wow, I can't even put into words how he looks. His arms were bulging through the diamond pattern fish nets, his pecks being perfectly round. His nipples, hard and perky. His abs toned, a happy trail following his belly button to his.. well cupped yet hidden package. The leather pants outlined his strong thighs and calves. The harness lightly held his chest up, adding onto his submissiveness.

"Angel?" He pulled me back into reality.

"Yes, yes. You look good. Wait in the living room. I'll be out in 5," I say. He shuffles on his feet, walking to the living.

I close my door behind me, and adjust my pants for it now being too restrictive.

Okay, Angel. Now isn't a time to get all hot and bothered by the hunk that's sitting in your living room. But did you see the way his legs looked in those pants, so strong and thick..