“I came to return your t-shirt,” Olly said simply as I approached him on the steps of my building.

“You, what? Olly, I said you could keep that,” I was feeling very confused and a little groggy from a week of orgasms.

“But then I wouldn’t have got to see you again,” he said, sounding all sweet and innocent. If I wasn’t so tired, I’m sure I’d have been falling for his act.

“I told you, it was a one-time thing. There was no seeing me again Olly,” I rubbed my neck, this was the last thing I needed right now. Right now, I wanted to collapse into bed and sleep for several days.

“But I want to see you again,” he whined. Don’t snap, don’t snap, don’t snap, I repeated to myself in my head.

Through gritted teeth, I tried to sound firm when I told him, “Go home Olly.” But the cheeky shit didn’t even move away from the steps where he was perched. Then it occurred to me, “How did you even know I’d be here?” When he didn’t answer, I followed it up with a stern, “Olly?!”

Blushing, he looked down at the ground as he softly replied, “I’ve come by every day, for, like…the last week.”

Sighing, I step closer and lift his chin so that he’s looking at me, “Olly, I have had a ridiculously exhausting week. I just want to get up to my apartment and sleep for a week, okay.” Before quickly adding, “Alone,” stomping out any ideas he may have had about joining me. He looked so disappointed. I was already feeling vulnerable right now, I needed him to go before I accidentally said anything to give him hope of us having a future together.

“Please Olly,” I asked, putting on my best puppy dog impression.

Reluctantly stepping aside he said, “See you around,” with so much hope in his eyes. I don’t know how this boy got under my skin so quickly but I hated knowing I was going to break his heart.

“Bye Olly,” was all I managed to say before I let myself into the building, resisting the urge to look back.

After my week with Paulo, I decided to take a couple of days off work to recover, after all, I was unlikely to be able to perform to the best of my abilities until I let my body, and especially my cock, rest. My body probably needed more rest than that, but I was an exceptionally sociable guy. I liked being around other people, it was one of the things I loved most about this job.

About 3 days after I got back, I was going stir-crazy being on my own, so when an intriguing booking request came in, I jumped at the chance. The main booking wasn’t for a couple of weeks, but they had requested a pre-meet which wasn’t common, but not totally unheard of either. Pre-meets had a smaller extra charge, they were still taking up our time after all, but some clients liked them to discuss their needs in person first rather than via the messaging system.

I arranged to meet them for coffee about an hour after I got their request at a coffee shop near Victoria station. They’d told me to look out for a girl with fiery red hair sitting with a beautiful blonde and they weren’t wrong. Heather, certainly, was a beautiful blonde. Heather and Lucy had been a couple for years and were as gay as you could get. But, as they drank their coffee, Heather explained the reason they wanted to hire me.

Heather was starting a small side business making one-of-a-kind clothes for the BDSM market and they wanted a model to show off the menswear in her new range at an upcoming kink event called The Leather Ball. Heather seemed slightly shy about her creations but Lucy was feisty and insisted, “Her designs are incredible, you have to do it, please say yes.” Her enthusiasm was infectious and I jumped at the chance to help out.

I went to the flat that Heather & Lucy shared together a couple of times between that first meet and the day of the ball, so that Heather could take my measurements and do fittings of what she had planned for me. Not surprisingly, we got to know each other really well during those sessions. I found out they were Taylor Swift fans just like me, although I think I had them beat in my devotion to her. Lucy had a wicked sense of humour and Heather had to tell us both off a number of times when I kept moving while she was trying to make adjustments to my outfit.

At our second get-together, I told them my real name, it just felt weird when they kept calling me Liam. It had been so long since I’d made any new friends. I’d tried after university to meet new people other than Miles, but it would always get awkward when the inevitable question of ‘ what do you do for a living ’ came up. Despite being the oldest profession in the world , it was still very much looked down on by so many people.

I’d sometimes lie and tell them I did something boring like being an accountant, but how could I maintain a friendship that was built on so many lies? But since Heather & Lucy knew exactly what I did for a living, I didn’t have to hide from them, and more importantly they didn’t care. It was so nice to finally have people to talk to and spend time with again. We even started making plans to meet up outside of the booking, with Heather & Lucy insisting I join them at a Karaoke night at the end of the month they were planning on going to.

When the night of the Leather Ball came around, I met Heather & Lucy at their flat to get ready. I’d seen bits of what I would be wearing, when Heather was making adjustments at the fittings we’d done over the last couple of weeks, but finally seeing it all together, it was incredible.

The top half consisted of a bejewelled leather harness that ran over my shoulders, joined together by rings that perfectly framed my nipples. A leather strap ran between the rings and around my body joined to a leather corset that zipped up tightly at the back and emphasised my pecs by pushing them up and out.

While the bottom part of the piece consisted of a tight fitting pair of leather shorts with a golden zip that ran from the front around to the back. Dangling down from these were a number of leather straps that clipped onto the top of a pair of thigh high leather boots, which had the same dazzling decorations as the harness. The gems were translucent with a golden hue Heather had picked out to match my hair. It truly had been designed specifically for me.

For Lucy, Heather made a leather dress that hung from one shoulder with a strap that matched the straps of my harness. The jewels around her dress were a darker red than mine to complement her fiery locks that she had platted from the top of her head to run down her bare shoulder. Despite it being made of leather, Heather managed to make the dress still have an elegant flow to it as it hung down beyond Lucy’s hips.

Heather’s own costume had the same shoulder strap design to tie all over costumes together, although hers hung over the opposite shoulder to Lucy’s. Her golden studs were the same as mine and matched her own beautiful blonde hair that she had braided into a stunning fauxhawk, running from her forehead and all the way down between her shoulders. Unlike Lucy, Heather’s outfit was more form-fitting with skin-tight leather trousers decorated with more of the jewels that would make the collection stand out from the crowd.

Once we were all dressed, Lucy pulled me over to her and said, “Stand very still so I can add the finishing touches.” She pulled what looked like a pencil from inside a small bag and reached up to my face and carefully ran it underneath each of my eyes. Returning the pencil, she then pulled out a small box that looked like a paint palette and used a small brush to apply something from it beneath my eyes. Once she was satisfied with her work, she turned me to look in the mirror and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Lucy had artfully applied a thick golden line below each of my eyes that then faded into a glittery sunset that ran down underneath. I’d never worn any makeup before, but the effect she created made my eyes pop and enhanced the overall look that Heather wanted to achieve.

Both ladies came to stand beside me in front of the mirror and it became very clear that while each of our outfits looked amazing on their own, when seen together they were something else. We looked hot and were going to get a lot of attention from guys and girls at the Leather Ball.