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“Yeah, are you? Craig isn’t; he’s too loud and cheeky. Not in the fun, brat way that I am though,” I smirk, hoping to ease some of his tension. It does, a little.

“Well, I have a membership to an exclusive one. I’m allowed a plus one. I have a Master but I can ask if you would like to check it out sometime? I’m sure he’ll say yes; he’s always trying to get me to make friends and talk to people outside of work more.”

“Wow, I wasn’t sure which way this was gonna go. That’s ace! Thanks. I actually write a blog which is kink focused, I’m going to the latex event later today for work. Are you going?”

He looks up at me with big doe eyes. Then a smile splits across his unsure face. “Gosh, yeah, I have tickets for the bondage wrestling tonight! Are you going to be there? Maybe we could get food or something?”

“Oh, I can’t. I’m not sure when I’ll finish, but here, take my number. I’m Freddie. I really have to go, but thanks for reaching out. I’m a big boy alone in a big city, so I appreciate it… “ I say, realising I don’t know his name.

“It’s Kody,” he tells me, sensing that I was about to ask for it.

“Okay, Kody! Yass, okay, maybe see you later, but if not, text me. This is my new local,” I say with a wink as I waltz off to get my mate who must’ve either frozen to death or smoked a cloud around himself by now. Kody gives me a small wave, then goes back to working. What a nice guy.

“Was there a problem with the drinks?” Craig asks as I reach him, hand out with his coffee.

“No, no. I got talking to the winking barista,” I wiggle my eyebrows with my response, which has Craig laughing. Not everyone was willing to tell strangers that they were kinky, so I kept Kody and I’s discussion to myself. We stroll to where we both have to take opposite routes, promising a night in with Chinese food soon.

I need to head home, shower, and then grab a taxi over to the exhibition centre before noon. Thankful that it was a late start, my big interview was first, and then some smaller ones with vendors. I couldn’t wait to show myself off wearing latex in a safe zone where it was encouraged. Giddy at that thought, I almost jog home to get myself sorted.

Chapter 12

Freddie

As I get to the entrance of the event, I’m greeted by Blair; she seems to be a one-woman show that’s organising every inch of the event. She’s already waiting when I arrive 20 minutes early with my lanyard, room number, locker key, and an envelope with all the details, layouts, etc for the weekend. She was thorough, and I appreciated it immensely.

“Changing rooms are down there to the left, the last door. They have showers, a sauna, everything you need. Leave your vanilla clothes hung up inside the locker, no one wants to go back onto the street tonight in freezing weather dressed in their kink gear,” she laughs as she passes me everything I need. Smiling, I nod along until she has to dash to meet her next important person arriving.

Heading to the changing rooms, I’m trembling with nerves. I can’t believe that this was my life. That what started as writing some smut for Benji in the pandemic led to this. A career travelling, meeting amazing people and knowing that there were so many more like me. It was a comfort I hadn’t known back home, too scared to even try exploring for fear of someone I knew seeing me or judging me. God, telling my Ma! I shake off those thoughts. I wasn’t there; I was here, and it was time to get myself looking sexy as fuck.

Just as I’m straightening out my long-sleeved gloves, a shadow moves from the corner of my eye, which has me turning quickly to see what’s there. A man appears just off to one side of the locker room, wearing nothing but a towel and still dripping from his shower as he pulls his things out from the locker in front of him.

He gives me a small smile from side on, I smile back in acknowledgement. I’m so in my own head about making my outfit look perfect that I must not have heard the water running or another person even being in here. The exhibition for customers didn’t open for hours yet, so I had assumed I would be alone. Not that it bothered me. I love being naked, and this guy can ogle me if he wants to. It’s a free country.

Although it helps that he is exactly my type. Tall, with broad shoulders speckled with freckles that are lighter than his black hair. Thick hair covers every inch of the skin I can see from my side on gaze. His quads look huge under his towel, which matches his thick, veiny forearms and biceps. His pecs were good enough to compete with Henry Cavils. Droplets of warm water fall to the floor as he moves around, dropping his towel onto the tiled floor.

I whip my head away to give him privacy, hoping he hasn’t just caught me. I liked people appreciating my body, but not everyone else did. The bang of his locker has me jump a little, and I look again, he’s grinning at the floor. Bastard had caught me.

He looks right at me then; he has brown eyes, like a bear. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” I say back with a grin that hasn’t shifted from my face since I spotted him. He bites his bottom lip, still grinning, turning away to give me a full view of his arse. It’s so round, obnoxiously so, and it’s hairy, just like every other part of him. I wonder if he enjoys getting his hole rimmed because I’d drop to my knees in a heartbeat for the opportunity to grab those bouncy cheeks and spread them for a taste.

I bet he would taste all man, pure musk. Sadly, I pull my eyes away so he can get dressed. If he were here at this time, then maybe he was working here too; maybe he would be up for some fun while we were both here. It’s not like we would have to see each other again, and who knew? Maybe since he was at a latex event, he was also into it in the bedroom. A cough from behind me has me turning to face the handsome Adonis again.

“So, are you working or a customer?” The stranger asks me, his voice so deep and low I’m sure I feel it vibrating right through me.

“Working, you?” I reply. Really hoping this was going the way I wanted it to. With him doing filthy, kinky things with me later.

“Working. I have a meeting in 30 minutes, or I would have offered to take you for a coffee,” he smirks, dimples eating into either side of his stubbled cheeks.

“Just a coffee?”

“Well, that was my opener. I didn’t want to go straight to asking if you liked my ass enough to want to see it again,” he chuckles. Damn, he’s hot as fuck.

“I also have a busy schedule today, but maybe if I catch you inside, we can get that coffee then?”

His grin grows wider again as he dips his head. Something so familiar hits me suddenly, which has me dropping my smile for a second to figure out how and if I knew him from somewhere. He catches the crease of my brow, though.

“Well, if you see me. Don’t be a stranger. You have, after all, seen me naked now,” he winks as he grabs his duffel bag to head to the door.