50 Shades Of Blue

Ch.1

WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC MATERIAL. INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
CONATAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, MILD LANGUAGE, SEXUAL ACTIVES, INTENSE VIOLENCE, AND BDSM (BONDAGE/DISCIPLINE/DOMINANCE/SUBMISSION,SADISM/MASOCHISM.
"Reader discretion is advised"

50 SHADES OF BLUE

      "Johnathan come on were gonna be late for God's sake!" Luke ran a hand through his trimmed beard. He adjusted his friend's wall mirror, it's crooked position made him itch.
      "I don't want to go man!" Jonathan wore a tight light blue dress shirt and black pants that showed off his slim-fit thighs. He stomped his way to the brown couch that his phone softly laid on.
       "Why not?" Luke raised his eyebrow. He licked his wet lips, playing with his keys.
        "Rich fancy people are there and I'm not rich and fancy." Jonathan sat on the couch playing with his phone by switching it up and down. Luke sighed and sat heavily with his friend. The two slumped in their seats, their broad shoulders hunched.
     "They are giving out samples of their clothes and they're the expensive type. C'mon you can meet celebrities and interview them with me! Please Jonathan, Please!" Luke batted his eyes at his tired friend.
        "I don't know man." Jonathan raised his glossy dress shoe up in the air and pouted as he looked at his friend.
     "They'll be models." Luke smirked, as he pushed the button that unlocked his car.
     "Sign me the fuck up!" Jonathan shot up and ran out of the house. Luke giggled as he closed the front door.
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       "Alright I need to Interview the designer and get some questions. Do you wanna come with or not?" Luke looked around seeing the designer with pins in his mouth and models running around him.

     "You go ahead I'll find you. I need to go to the restroom anyway." With that the two went their separate ways. Anxiety building up for poor Jonathan as he walked towards the restroom in a cheap dress shirt and an evil bladder. Whilst he is getting weird looks from men and women in nice gowns which made a twist in his stomach.

         Jonathan thought to himself as he entered the restrooms. This is fucking beautiful. Like this is such a pretty toilet. Oh my look at the sinks. The blue neon light above the the mirrors. This is beautiful.

      When Jonathan was done with his business. He was hesitant about going outside again. He liked the quiet restroom that luckily people weren't using. Not only was it pretty but he could keep to himself. Not wanting to go outside, he just sat in the pretty stall and waited.

      "Shit!" Jonathan said as his stomach growled. Jonathan was a introvert towards strangers. With his friends, he was an extrovert, a wild card at best.
       Either way Jonathan has a bad case of social anxiety yet for some ballsy reason he had the courage to walk out the door and go find some food.

      Jonathan looked down really quick, he didn't want to make eye contact with the snobby middle aged ladies that were eyeing him like he's some delicious piece of cake.
        When he was a bit farther away from the women he noticed the sushi that laid on a blue silk table. He took one roll, munching on the food. Jonathan's face turned red and he immediately ran to the restroom. Bending over to spit out the food in the white toilet. "I hate salmon."
      He opened the stall with one hand and slugged his way to the sink. Cupping his hands with water and washing out his spoiled mouth.
       When a man walked in, he didn't pay attention. It was until the man complimented him that he realized he wasn't alone.
      He stood there, the man's words came out smoothly while Jonathan was going ballistic internally. Why is this guy speaking to me? Has he been looking at me? I like his body, I can't really see his face.
    In a rush Jonathan left, the fact that he didn't really know what the guy looked like made him uneasy. Although the bathroom was beautiful, it had horrible lightning.
          Jonathan danced by the food table while models giggled at his swaying moves. He chucked his eyebrows at the girls, shaking his hips a bit. It only made them roll their eyes and give him a thumbs up.
         From across the table, there stood a man by a fountain. Jonathan raised his eyebrow, noticing the mans figure. The restroom guy. Jonathan wasn't going to deny that the man was decent looking, besides poor Jon hasn't been getting any lately. The guy's body made Jonathan's tent pitch.