Chapter 14
Simmons
Heading towards one of my favourite latex vendors, I browse their range, noting some pieces I want to buy and have shipped to my address.
It’s all stunning; I just wish I had someone to share it with.
Sighing, I remind myself of the sexy guy I might hook up with later.
Hoping he’ll keep those gloves on, I adjust my arousal as images of his long fingers pumping my thick cock take over my mind.
The woman working the stall stops hanging the bras she’s been sorting to lick her lips, having caught me.
I turn away, stifling a laugh at being caught with a hard-on and almost trip trying to get out of there as fast as I can.
I throw away my empty cup, check my watch and think about heading to the interview room just as I hear a voice behind me.
“Oh, hey, there you are. Ready for your interview?” I spin around to see Blair, professional as ever, looking at me expectantly.
“Yeah, sure. Got carried away looking at all these amazing stalls,” I say as I follow her through the small crowds that have appeared now that the doors are open to the public.
“No worries, he’s about five minutes off being ready, but we can get you seated and your mic set up before he comes in.”
I nod along as we weave through the latex aficionados to the back of the hall where a small door leads us to a hallway where four doors, all marked with various ‘in session’ signs.
Opening the third door, I’m met with a blast of warmth which makes me wonder how little the host will wear if he’s requested the room be this temperature. I just hope I don’t sweat through my leather trousers and end up a puddle throughout the interview.
“Okay, so here we go. Take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the ring light, there’s bottled water there on the table if you wanna grab it now since you’ll be facing each other and won’t be able to get up to grab it once you’re being recorded.
There’s a copy of the questions on the seat if you need a reminder, but don’t have it out on camera, obviously.
Ask nothing too personal; he enjoys being anonymous, as we all know.
The room is soundproofed for privacy, and the staff know the rooms are all in session for the next couple of hours, so you shouldn’t be disturbed.
I’ve heard good things about him, so it should be a smooth interview with little to no bumps. Then you can go. Any questions?”
I take in everything Blair is saying, nodding as she explains the process.
I tell her I’m all good on the questioning front.
Anticipation creeps over my skin as I wonder what the host will be like?
With his blog so popular, I’m surprised someone hasn’t found out who he is.
Although that would be pretty shit to do to someone,so I’m glad he hasn’t encountered any assholes that could potentially harm him in that way.
“Okay. Relax and have fun! You’re here to chat about the sex club you frequent, not the latest stats on Wall Street, okay?
” I exhale, realising that I was being a little uptight about it all, and we share a laugh before she heads off.
I shout a thanks after her, but it’s stifled by a gasp when I see the person who’s grabbed the door in her place and looking right at me.
Both our wide eyes must look comical as we stare across the room at one another.
Pale, creamy skin. Long, shiny black gloves adorn the pretty arms of the man in front of me.
He’s wearing a pendant necklace, shiny X pasties on his nipples and is wearing a fucking black shiny kilt that makes me gulp.
Oh, good God. Like something pulled straight from my deepest sub fantasies, he has perfectly smudged black eye makeup on with matching lipstick that’s got a sheen of gloss over them.
The man whose name I’ve still not learned stands stunned, still holding the door as I gape.
Airport guy is… the Flaming Scot?