Ace Nash\Himeros | God of Desire & Unrequited Love (flagranti) wrote in risingthreads, @ 2019-05-15 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !may, eros |
Who: Ace Nash (Himeros) and Eros
What: Reunions -- Kind Of
When: Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning
Where: A Fancy Hotel Room
Warnings: TBD
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Ace Nash was sprawled on the huge bed in the hotel suite, just relaxing. He was in a very upbeat mood. The show last night had been better than he had expected. The woman he had met last week for a "date" was supposed to show up again tonight. However, she had texted his work number to let him know she was sending a friend who needed a good night due to stuff she couldn't talk about. That was all right with him. In his line of work he didn't need too many details and he tried not to get involved in anything beyond his parameters as that road led to badness and criminal charges usually. Not that he had ever done anything that could be proven as all payments were sent to a dummy Paypal and immediately transferred through three different leaps. You couldn't be too careful nowadays. He was looking forward to some fun with a handsome man as Luna had told him that her friend was very hot and apparently his type. He didn't know what she thought his type even was, but he was willing to at least give the guy his money's worth. There were never any complaints when people came to see him. He always made sure they had the time of their lives and left him feeling satisfied, tired, and ready to go sleep wherever they could. That was another rule of his, no overnights. Unless someone paid extra, they were out the door by the time the sun was rising. Between this job and the career he was working so hard on, he couldn't afford any kind of clingy entanglements. That was something he would not budge an inch on. he had his dreams and his plans. No matter how good he felt with one of his clients, he would not do anything to compromise or threaten them in any way. He sat up on the bed and then go to his feet. He felt slightly antsy as he waited for his client to arrive -- and he didn't know why. He never got hit by nerves before a hook-up. It just wasn't him. He ran his hands through his hair, then unbuttoned the blue silk shirt the rest of the way. He knew the blue contrasted with his skin tone nicely and he had often been told how good he looked in blues or greens. Of course, right now, it was all about how he was perceived by the client, so he checked himself in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. The image looking back at him was the definition of sex on legs and he smiled. The knock came and he turned, letting himself relax and bringing out that smile that was guaranteed to have everyone melting at his feet. Once he knew he looked nothing less than the living embodiment of seduction, he opened the door. |