James glanced at his reflection once more, fiddling with the bottom of his skirt. For the first time in a long time, James was going out in clothes deemed to be more on the feminine side. James rarely did this, only on days where he was feeling extra confident, which was uncommon.
He placed one of his favorite bows delicately into his hair, making sure it stayed. He smiled a little, feeling his chest start to fall light.
Once James felt satisfied with his appearance, he made his way out the door with his car keys, wallet, and phone. It was a little chilly so he wrapped his light pink sweater around himself.
James wasn't one for social gatherings, such as places where people he never even knew lurked, but he was feeling rather content and decided to visit the local gay bar in his town.
It was dark, almost 10 o'clock when James arrived, it was about a twenty minute drive from where he lived. He decided he wasn't going to stay long, maybe a few drinks then he was out of here.
When James arrived at the front of the door, a sudden wave of confidence shot through him and he couldn't help but strut his hips a bit when he walked through the door. James could already feel people eyeing him down but it didn't bother him much, if anything he craved the attention and wanted more.
Feeling even more confident than before, he dropped his handbag on the floor just to teasingly reach down to pick it up. He could feel quite a few eyes on him and he paused a little to pick it up, making sure most people got a shot of his very frilly panties.
He slowly stood back up, flicking his hips a bit. By now, most of the men there were staring at his rather short skirt, eyeing him up and down. James almost giggled from all the attention he received.
Slowly strutting to the bar, he softly slid into the seat, trying to seem as feminine as possible, that was his goal after all.
"Can I just get some water, please?" he asked the bartender innocently, kicking his feet a bit as to seem childish.
"Y-yeah, sure," the short and pudgy bartender replied, a blush over his freckled cheeks.
"Thank you, hun," James said smoothly.
The bartender nodded, hiding his face a bit. James couldn't help but giggle in satisfaction, he really has never felt this good about himself.
Once he had his water, he took small, slow sips of it, watching some of the other men stare him down like prey. He winked at some and bit his lip at others.
"What's a innocent little boy like you doing in a place like this?" a sudden voice inquired, making James jump a bit, almost falling out of his seat. Rough hands caught him before he could slide off, however.
"Ah, um," James blabbered, flustered and embarrassed.
"I'm kidding, love," he chuckled smoothly, rubbing James' back a bit. "Don't get your panties in a twist," he paused for a second, smirking. "And I mean literally." he gave James a once over, winking.
James blushed wildly, his sudden confidence being replaced with embarrassment. He felt shy all of a sudden, wanting to cover himself up more. The way this man looked down on him made him shiver, he wasn't much taller than him but still managed to display his dominance.
"Can I just say you have to cutest little body I've ever seen?" he hummed, "I bet a lot of people would pay money to get a piece of you." the man chuckled, running a hand through his short dark hair.
"Ah, t-thank you?" he choked out, his cheeks flaring up. James wasn't sure if he was being complimented or not, he couldn't quite pay attention either, simply melting just at his deep voice.
"Oh, how ungentleman-like of me," he puffed, "My name is Aleksandr, but you can refer to me as daddy," he smirked, taking James' hand into his own and kissing it softly.
James felt himself melt right then and there, Aleks' cocky demeanor made him shiver and he giggled lightly when he kissed his hand.
"I-I'm James," he managed out through giggles.
"What a cute name for such a cute boy," Aleks complimented, inching closer to James and running a hand through his curly hair.
James felt himself almost purr at Aleks' touch. He felt like Aleks had him on a leash already, he felt powerless and he loved it.
"Well, James," he softly tugged James' hair earning a whimper from him. "Maybe you should come back to my place sometime and I can see what else that little mouth of yours can do." Aleks smirked, watching as James' cheeks grew brighter and his mouth fell ajar.
"U-um," James wanted to reject the offer, but Aleks' eyes were so hypnotising and he felt like he was trapped under a spell. "S-sure." he ended up stuttering out instead.
Aleks grinned, "I knew you were a good boy," he praised. "I bet a lot of people would love to see your cute little mouth work its magic, huh?" he whispered softly, running his thumb over James' bottom lip. His other hand slowly went up his skirt, his fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his panties. James whimpered pathetically.
"Mhm," he panted out, not even sure what Aleks was saying at this point.
"Well, baby, I think I have a special job perfect for you." Aleks smirked, stepping away, the hand being removed from under his skirt, and he walked off, leaving James starstruck and a horny mess.
Once James finally shook himself out of his trance, he was left with a hard-on and his handbag missing. He immediately panicked, cursing himself for trusting such a dirty, no good man.
He was about to get up and storm after him until something caught his eye, a small note laying on the bar table. He picked it up and read the fancy print.
Dear Jamie,
Sorry I stole your belongings, but I knew if I didn't, my little boy would never contact me back. Or, maybe he would, if he was desperate enough.
Anyways, I knew you would be the perfect one for this job, you have something special about you that just lured me towards you. That's why I'm having you come over so we can talk about your little 'job'.
Make sure to wear something cute, though I'm pretty sure you'll look adorable in just about anything.
- Aleksandr
James flipped the note over to find an address, which was about three blocks away from where he lived. He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get his things back until he contacted Aleks somehow.
Groaning, he realized he left his keys in his handbag. James was so angry and flustered that all he wanted to do was hunt Aleks down and strangle him.
Curse Aleks' charming looks, James hissed silently to himself.
A soft jingling noise awoke him from his trance and he blinked, glancing up to see the bartender shaking his keys.
"Looking for these?" he teased, sliding them across the table to him.
"Shut up." James mumbled, not even going to question how he got them.
With a heavy pout, James left the bar and proceeded to his vehicle, ready to go home and pass out and deal with this situation tomorrow.
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( and thus begins the gay story by your local gay girlfriends: babyvomit & GeneralCatastrophe )
( we're gonna be taking turns writing chapters, my honey bun, Nico, will be writing the next one ♡ )
