The young woman lay back on the cold white tiled surface of the bathroom floor, her heart racing as she watched the figure before her approach. His black latex bodysuit glistened in the harsh fluorescent light, subtly revealing every defined muscle beneath the skin-tight material. He held a small black training cup in one gloved hand and an unmarked bottle of clear liquid in the other.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he approached, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in her ears. The sick excitement coursed through her veins as she tried not to let her anxiety show on her face. This was what she had been waiting for – for years now. Her mind flashed back to the first time she had seen him online, advertising his unique services, and had sent him a message expressing her interest.
