The Fetish Café
Published by: eXtasy Books
Word Count :22088
Publication Date :2019-02-15
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-4874-2437-4
Imagine a café that caters to your every whim and secret fetish, run by hot young men eager to please. Would you go for it?
When, out of desperation, Bran Caspar takes a job in a women's designer shoe store, little does he know he's just entered a world of secret shoe fetishes and a string of cafés designed to cater to a man's every whim and secret obsessions. It's a world that turns out to be deadly but highly compelling, especially with a certain "maid" named Rick.
For Bran's best friend, Finn, the prospect of a new business is a pleasant distraction from his horrible breakup with his lover, Waldo. And speaking of which, where is Waldo? Right inside The Fetish Café, looking for more than a cup of coffee.
Will these best friends find happiness at the end of their shift, or will they, too, become victims of The Fetish Café?
“Are you intending on doing your cat routine?” Bran felt a little weak looking at Rick.
Rick came and sat beside him. “Maybe. I have a client coming who likes that sort of thing. Do you like it?”
Rick placed a hand on Bran’s thigh. Their eyes met. Oh boy, Bran thought. What’s this?
“You have beautiful eyes,” Rick said softly.
“Thanks. You have…” He trailed off as Rick’s hand slid higher.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Everything. Everything about you is…” Bran snaked his hand up around back of Rick’s neck and pulled him forward. Their lips met, hot and electric, oh yeah. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Bran groaned against his mouth.
Rick reared back. “What’s stoppin’ you?” His chest was heaving.
“Finn says we…well we can’t…we’re partners and…”
“Fuck what Finn says.” He sniggered. “He can join us if he wants.”
Bran’s eyelids flew open. Wow, a threesome with Rick and Finn. Um, that sounded nice.
“I bet he would if we asked,” Rick suggested, his gaze going to the tent in Bran’s pants.
“I don’t know…” Bran said hesitantly.
Rick grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s ask him, shall we?”