The door to the club opened, and cold air rolled inside, along with two men who made me double-take.
The first thing I noticed about the taller one was how much space he seemed to take up, even with his arm wrapped around the second one’s neck.
The man wasn’t just tall.
He was built like someone who used to shove kids into lockers. Showed I still remembered from the time before Mistress had found me. His broad chest nearly popped the buttons on his white suit top, and his thick, muscular arms were inked.
The images were bleeding through the white sleeves from the light raindrops he carried in from outside, making the shirt see-through.
My mind counted the buttons on his shirt.
One.
Two.
Three.
His cropped, short black hair was as thick as my own fair hair, but even shorter. I wanted to run my hands through it, feeling the raindrops coat my skin.
“Oh fuck. It’s the pig!”
“Pig?”
“Cop and his boy toy. Don’t look at them.”
I snapped my attention back to the annoying straggler beside me.
“Why?”
The man snorted when my gaze went right back to the men walking towards the bar area of the club. Every head in the room followed them, not just mine.
The tall man’s posture screamed authority.
He must be the cop.
What is a ‘pig cop’? I needed to ask the Mistress.
Military?
I imagined a gun slung around the man’s shoulder, his white shirt covered in blood droplets, and the thought made me feel weird, my body responding to the images.
“I warned you not to look, and now you’re poppin’ boners for them. Fine, don’t say I didn’t tell you beforehand that this would end badly, my friend.”
I grunted, not bothering to break my gaze.
The man clinging to the cop was smaller, but not by much. They were both noticeably taller than me. I was only five foot eight, but my body type was similar to the second guy’s. Softer, without all the muscle, but still lean and capable of breaking anything in the way.
“Which one caught your eye?” the redhead said.
I continued surveying them. Dark hair versus a soft brown. Smirking smile instead of a glowing grin. They were opposites. One ruled the world, while the other saw the world as a wonderful place.
They barely made it three steps into the bar before the tall one grabbed the back of his boyfriend’s neck and kissed him roughly, smashing his body against the wall.
My dick twitched to life from the scene, my eyes not used to this kind of display.
It was messy.
I wanted to paint them.
