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A Saturday night was reserved for fun and excitement. Some people get invited to parties or a night at a bar. Some plan out overnight trips to an amusement park or go out of town. Hell, some even get wasted at clubs or big sports events, only to pay for decision the following day. And like all of the above, Wes planned for such a night. Only this was a different kind of fun.The bedroom started to make him uneasy. Dim lights shined down upon the red satin sheets and dark polished wood of the bed posts. Everything looked like it would take a month's pay just to buy it. It was a rich man's secret chamber, a haven of luxury. And it was complete with velvet rugs, mahogany dressers, and gold lined furniture. One could only wonder what you'd have to do to get a room like this for just one night."Maybe this wasn't a good idea," Wes muttered to himself. His fingers pattered against the sheets as he sat at the edge of the bed. His legs kicked nervously. This was not like him. All of this was completely not like him. Straight-laced and by the books was his code; no deviations, no guilty pleasure. And now here he was, about to lose his mind by just being at this man's penthouse. Why did he accept his man's invitation again? Why did he think this was good idea?The red-headed male flexed his fingers and took a long deep breath to calm himself. Just relax, he told himself. He came here of his own free will. There's nothing wrong with what he was doing. There's nothing to be ashamed of. The mantra repeated in his head, soothing his anxiety somewhat. But at least he wasn't on the edge.As minutes crawled by, the door finally opened. Wes's head snapped instantly towards the opening and soon a red wave of blush followed closely after. Rich and handsome weren't enough to describe the man; chiseled jaw, short brunette hair, strong athletic build, his body was sculpted to be a paragon of desire. His tux jacket was slung over his shoulder. Black slacks and a half button up dress shirt clothed his body. Loafers were in his other hand along with a red tie. Wes blinked. It was the only thing he could do. The man made him look like a slacker. Even his attire outshined him by the miles. He was right, maybe this was a bad idea.The Man greeted him with a warm smile, placing his jacket and tie on the other side of the bed. "I'm so glad you could come and join me tonight," he said, walking towards one of the dressers and searching in the jewelry box on top of it. ?I was worried that I wasn't going to have a date for the occasion.""Glad I could help, sir," Wes replied. His voice was so sheepish, Escort Fatih soft. Part of him hoped he heard him. Sir seemed more appropriate than referring him to his real name. He stayed seated as the man scoured the box for his gold. The redhead peeked over his shoulder, admiring his form. Of all the people to give an invitation to, why him? He was just so?beautiful. And Wes wasn't even attracted to men. He was straight to his core. Sexuality wasn't a game that he played often, even. But there was something about this man that brought a certain side of him out."You'll have to forgive me, Rebecca." the man continued. ?I?m running a tab behind schedule. But I did pick out your dress for you. I?ll have my secretaries come and assist on putting it on once we get to the party.""My name is Wes, sir." It took everything he had to dash away his shyness to speak those words. He stood up to face him, an action not out of resentment, but by curiosity. His words halted before he slowly turned his heel to him. Their eyes met and then a sudden jolt of pleasure pricked Wes, sending a shiver of goosebumps across his skin."Of course it is," he commented. Deep green eyes, bold as his stature, locked on to the quivering redhead. He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, making his heart flutter from his advance. "But I'm not talking to Wes, am I? I'm talking to my date." His words robbed him of his voice. All he did was stare deep in his eyes, letting dominance press down on him. "Will there be any more questions?""No sir."?Then wait here,? he ordered before turning back towards the side door, disappearing within the next room. Wes stood at the foot of the bed. His hands were placed neatly at the small of his back, standing tall like a young girl showing off lovely assets. His sentences echoed in his mind as he waited patiently for him, replaying the message. 'I'm not talking to Wes, am I? I'm talking to my date.' His cock twitched at every single word. The heat of his breath stole his. If only he could stay a little longer. If only he could tell him more of his plans for tonight. Still, a good date can't be naggy. The redhead stayed at his position, quietly waiting for Sir to come back.Anxiety filled minutes quietly shuffled by before the handsome male came back. The clothing on his back was well put together. Cuff links jeweled his sleeves. His tie was well put together, accompanying his suit jacket and button-down shirt. Doing a few last minute adjustments, he walked back to the redhead, watching him low his head and avoid his gaze. Fındıkzade escort But despite staying away, Wes could still feel his presence next to him, causing his cheeks to flush. 'May I please change into something else? What will be acceptable to you, sir?' Deep down, Wes was talkative as he could ever be. But his lips were silent and still. The thought of speaking out now scared him more than anything in the world.?Aw don't be so shy, Rebecca.? He felt his hand reach towards his cheek, raising his head up. Wes almost jumped at how close he was, seeing his smirk. His voice was low when he spoke. ?You'll be in your dress soon enough. Just you wait.??Y-yes sir,? the redhead replied. The moment lingered, keeping him frozen. But then he let go, heading out of the room.?Come with me,? he spoke again, glancing at his watch. ?We?re already running behind. The car should be waiting for us.? Wes rushed to behind him, keeping at his heel, making sure not to trip or impede him in any way. He was this man's date. So he needed to act like it. Mentally, he checked his posture behind the man as the two of them ventured down the luxurious hallways filled with expensive artwork of all kinds. Their strides sounded off against the smooth, shiny linoleum floor. It must be great to be rich. However, it's amazing to be dating the rich.Down the staircase they went to the main foyer of his mansion. Wes kept his eyes on Sir as much as possible as he led him to the main door. Holding it open with a latex gloved hand was a beautiful jet-black hair female. Wes couldn't help but have his attention taken from him, slowing the stride to gaze upon her form. The frilly skirt to her maid's uniform was barely covering her rear. She wore black high-heels with fishnet stockings. The outfit she wore barely covered her breasts. The redhead couldn't help but ogle. It wasn't from an attraction to her but envy. A large ball-gag was strapped snugly in her mouth. The red shade of the gag matched the color of her lipstick perfectly. Silently, she held the door for the two of them, not making a sound nor making eye contact.?Who is she?? Wes couldn't help himself. He asked the question before he could stop his voice. He shouldn't have done that. Why did he just have to ask such a stupid question?But the prestigious male only looked back at him as they exited the building, watching her close the door behind her, lock it, follow them. ?She will be your assistant,? he replied. Wes had to double-take a look as she obediently trailed behind. The bulge in his pants grew Gaziosmanpaşa escort from her sight. She was helping him? Was it to dress? The embarrassment was starting to suffocate him. Deep down, he was using all his willpower not to explode out with his flustered feelings. Keep calm, Wes. You need to be a good date for Sir. You need to be the perfect date.The black limo was at best fifteen feet from his mansion, purring at the end of the walkway. Wes and Sir waited once they got ti the side, letting the assistant walk over to open the door. Both of them crawled inside the vehicle. And Wes saw more maids just like her sitting inside the long passenger cabin of the limo. Each one was dressed identical to her, only unique from their facial features, skin tone, and hair style. But each one sat at a seat, quieted by a gag, waiting patiently for the two to sit down at the end. As they took their seats, the assistant closed the door. And soon, the vehicle began to roll onto the driveway, moving out to the road.All the windows were tinted, acting as blinds against the outside world. Not a single noise was uttered by the redhead as he sat next to the well-dressed man. He might as well have been gagged like the rest of the girls. His voice was locked within his throat, refusing to come out for anything. Being his close to him was making him uncomfortable. Even his maids were better looking than he was. But still, he kept his eyes low. His hands gripped his slacks nervously, feeling the gazes of his harem look upon him. This was disgraceful. If only he had some kind of curtain or wall from them. Even though they were silenced, his mind wandered out to grim thoughts. They were commenting on him. Wes just knew it.Suddenly, the redhead's head snapped towards Sir as he scoffed, looking at his watch. ?We going be late.? His lips pursed at his sentence.Wes put his head down when he turned to him. ?It can't be helped,? he then said. ?We?ll only have to move our plans up a bit early.? He snapped his fingers. The redhead was surprised to see two of the gagged maids moving in unison, crawling towards him. The first one, a short haired blonde, reached for a small handbag in a nearby compartment, fetching several items before moving towards him. The other, an ebony beauty, moved towards Sir, kneeling as he began to fish something out of his pocket. Wes tried to peek over to see. But a gloved hand stopped him and gently guided him to look forwards.The blonde maid took off the cap of a stick of lipstick, carefully painting his lips. Shivers of excitement ran up his skin like electricity as he let the silent woman work. Eye shadow and foundation came next. The gagged female worked expertly on Wes's face like a master artist. With each tool that was revealed to the redhead, more joy began to swell inside him. Still, he kept still, letting himself be the perfect canvas for her.