“Oh stop you idiot!” I wave a hand at his silliness. He did not count every day and hour. “Casey boy, are you joining the big dogs now?” I grin back at him. Since the minute we met, we have had an easy carefree banter like old friends instead of new ones. Sometimes you are lucky enough to meet someone who just bounces off you and that person is Casey.
“If you are referring to this playmates underworld, then fuck yeah I am. How did you not tell me?”
“Oh honey, we gotta make sure you’re not a sap and can handle the job and its members first,” I tease with a playful wink.
“Ouch. You thought I was a sap?”
“Nah, I knew there was a submissive sex kitten underneath all those muscles and masculinity. The question is, did you know it about yourself?”
“Apparently not. I thought I was doing Sandy a favour by working here. Little did I know she had other plans for me,” his eyes widened to convey his surprise.
“We all have other plans for you darling,” I quip and then cackle at his almost convinced look that I was planning to have my wicked way with him. He is too sweet and innocent. I’m looking forward to hearing how he finds the playmates side of his job going forward.
“Wanna grab lunch after work? I know a cute little place where we can eat and chat without anyone overhearing. I have an opening for a new lunch buddy if you’re keen?”
“Sophie, you know I’d do anything for you,” Casey replies, his words dripping with sweetness, which I know would melt any other woman into a puddle but strangely not me.
“I know you would. Now come on, you need to get to work, playboy,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the locker room door in a mock hurry.
“I will do whatever you say, show me your ways in the cafe, oh mighty one,” he chirps back, pulling a laugh from deep in my throat.
“Oh honey, you are everything Sandy could ever want in a playmate. Heck, even I would hope you applied for my jobs if I was a member,” I say jokingly.
“You would?”
“Yeah of course. How can anyone resist those puppy dog eyes and your keenness to please.”
“Is there a chance we’d work together, on a job I mean?”
“Always a chance. If the opportunity came up, I think it would be fun,” I raise my eyebrow up as I run my eyes up and down his athletic body. I may not be romantically interested in Casey, but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind seeing what he has going on underneath his clothes.
Four hours later, Casey starts up his Ducati Scrambler and I jump into my Land Rover and we head to my favourite lunch spot. A pang of sadness hits me as I pull into the carpark. This is, well,wasmine and Roxy’s, my previous work partner’s, lunch spot until her life turned into a fairy tale and she left the Clarendon to live it.
When we’ve ordered at the register and we’re seated in the far corner of the outside dining area amongst the pretty trailing bougainvillea, I look over at Casey and grin. He has a youthful glow about him despite the fact he is in his thirties much like everyone who works at the Clarendon, and an eagerness to please like no one else I know. His blond locks hang around his face, his baby blue eyes are hidden behind cute, black-rimmed glasses and he has an air about him like he doesn’t know how fatally attractive he is. Even I have trouble looking past his appearance to see him underneath. And whilst he is breathtaking in a Calvin Klein underwear campaign kind of way, he feels more like a bestie to me than a partner. The attraction isn’t there because I like my men dominant, not sweet and obedient like Casey.
“Have you taken a look at the job board yet?” I ask assuming he must have done, it’s been a week since his probation was up.
“Of course, how could I not?”
“Annd…” I prompt.
“I took a job last week,” he blushes like he’s too gentlemanly to sleep with someone and tell.
“What job did you take?” I ask keeping my tone measured as I don’t know whether he would just take the female playmate jobs or male too. My guess is both, but it’s not something we’ve discussed.
“I took a low key one to start, I didn’t know what to expect.”
“You took a massage job?” I ask, guessing.
“With a happy ending,” he blushes back.
“How did you find it?”
“I loved it.”
“Which part?” I push, Casey is clearly not big on elaborating the details.
“All of it. I was terrified but the lady put me at ease, gave me all the instructions I needed and made me relax with her guidance. She sure knew what she wanted.”
