Buns Byers [18+ ONLY]

17 Meeting Mr Spencer

I had bypassed the coffee shop and went straight to a bar. A bar that we went to, yesterday. I needed to release some stress with something strong...

I was thinking about my problems... I was still paranoid from the things that Tom said and I needed to get to Trent as soon as I lowered my stress levels. I ordered one shot of tequila.

As soon as it was laid besides me, I downed it on my throat. It was not as burning as that brandy that I was drinking yesterday, but it was a bit sweet and it was a bit bitter. It felt like a light version of alcohol.

I just felt so overwhelmed by the fact that I was in this situation that seemed very unethical, boys trading sex for favours. I wasn't even an expert in the favours that they were asking me of.

I thought about the situation carefully, I didn't want to feel like I was doing something unethical. Trading favours seemed so very wrong, especially when my work was involved.

"Do you need a refill on that?" A guy set beside me and asked me that question. He was so handsome. He had a daddy image that was different from the normal jock like, kinder dude. He was wearing a suite and he seemed very wealthy. He was lean and a Latino.

"Yes, I guess..." I finally said after checking him out. I needed time, some time to doze off from the models.

"So, what is a pretty young man like you, doing in a bar during this time?" He asked. Damn he smelled so good. I could tell that that this man had a lot of money, although he was chatting so casually...

"I am running away from my problems. I just feel like it's all just too much... What about you, do you often buy strange men drinks in a bar?" I asked.

"No, only the ones that make my 12 inch, tingle."

I laughed at that response, he was so blunt.

"I'm just joking, I hope I'm not coming off as too aggressive? Don't get me wrong, I would definitely like to get inside your pants, but I can also see that you're one of those who like to take their time with discovering who to trust before you let them in, inside those big buns?" He winked and smirked after he said that. He was a flirt.

"Mr?" I asked.

"Mr Spencer and you?" He extended his hand for a handshake.

"Byers." I took his hand and I continued, "If this is your job proposal I need to say that I am already employed. I don't get fucked for money, but thank you for the drink."

I took my shot before I stood up to leave.

"Classy one, don't worry I know the ones who're like you. The hard to get types. The guys who act cocky like they want to decline on the opportunity. Whereas they cannot wait for an opportunity to get the piece of this." He grope his crotch, when he said that.

I laughed again, this man was something.

I set down wanting to check the fuck out of him. I said, "Do I need to pay you back your money because clearly you see me as one of those lame ass, trashy people who can just be bought with just one drink? I'm the one sir." I glared at him after saying that.

"Damn... and here I was thinking that I destract you... My bad, I will just leave." He stated getting up preparing to leave.

I don't know what came over me but I held his hand, "No, please don't leave. I'm sorry, I just have a really bad day."

"What happened, talk to daddy?" He set back down.

"I work with these really hot guys, who want to get inside my pants, they want to do it as a transition, that I also help them with their careers... It just upsets me and it makes me feel so cheap and unethical." I groaned staring at my drink.

"Hey, sorry man." He picked up my chin, causing me to look at him. "If you asked me, they can't resist you. Have you seen how beautiful you are? Or how fat that ass is, inside those pants? Obviously, I'm not saying give in to their attempts to disrespect you, but you need to learn your power of NO and make them beg to be noticed by you. You can get any man you want. Feel this?" He grabbed my hand and made me feel the hard throbbing shaft inside his pants. We were literally sitting at the bar stools and I felt hot and bothered. That was so fucking hot. He didn't give a fuck who was watching.

This Spencer guy was really driving me insane.

"You did this to me, this is the effect you have on men. You just need to take ownership of your own sexuality and not let another man police it." He stated.

I was so on urge, to give in to him, that very instant, but I needed to control myself. I could not let such small events coerce me into doing something that was outrageous. I had never had any one night stands.

I stood up not removing my palm from his rock hard shaft, "I will always keep that in mind, anyway I need to head back to work. I will catch you later." I sniffed his neck teasing him, "Mhhh, you smell so good. Catch you later daddy." I gave him a soft kiss on it, then I left.

When I put my hands in my pockets, as I was leaving. I felt a piece of card in one of it. When I looked at it, it was written Antonio Spencer. It was a business card. I looked back at Spencer, he was still staring at me. He winked at me and then he gave me the most seductive stare. I shivered and went about my way in salivation.