Call Me...
Xavier looked at the two separate cards in front of him. Both with identical handwriting and phone numbers. Both that smelled of that lovely Beta who worked at the sex shop and sold him two of his new favorite toys and an outfit he was still looking for someone to fit into.
He wasn’t afraid of calling the younger man; he was just a little out of his depth and didn’t exactly want to admit it. He’d heard that the young man was a dominatrix and it had simply been decades since he’d been to one. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
Coming to a decision, he dialed the number and waited until someone picked up. Turning on the full force of his confidence, he purred, “Hello, Dallas? I believe I’m calling to arrange that play date.”
@thefarrowbeta