Sleeping in someone's arms can be the best feeling in the world. Jason's ripped biceps squeezed me close as we dozed off until the late hours of the afternoon. Light drifted through my eyes as I opened them slowly to see the lavishly decorate room of my blond lover and the antique clock on the nightstand showing 1:00 p. m. I reached over to feel for the masculine perfection of my golden haired Adonis only to find him missing.
Pushing myself up in a sitting position, the floral comforter concealed by naked bottom half as I rubbed my eyes for moment and heard the forty year old Dom walk right in, gloriously nude and carrying a tray of food.
"Good afternoon, lover." His smile was as wide as a city bus and he set the platter in front of me and dove into the covers. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a log," I giggled. "Then again, I'm lying on hundred thread cotton sheets next to my amazing fuck buddy." I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Five hundred thread count." He corrected me. "And it's Egyptian cotton."
I rolled my eyes and teased him. "Spoiled rich boy."
"You know it!" The blond drug dealer laughed. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled my face close until our lips connected. Our kiss lasted a full two minutes as we tongued each other and enjoyed the exploration of our mouths. Then gently he pulled away and palmed my slender chest with his fingers. "I hope you're hungry. I brought brunch. Hope you don't mind the runny eggs, burnt toast, and microwave pancakes. I'm afraid I don't have Filomena's cooking skills. I'm more experienced in the bedroom and the boardroom than I am in the kitchen."
"I'm sure it will fine." I grabbed a bite of the blackened bread and slippery eggs and nearly choked. The taste of smoke and liquid yolks grossed me out but I managed to swallow a bit of it while presenting a polite smile. The microwave pancakes were another story. They weren't so bad especially since my diet consists of prepackaged food.
Jason saw me feigning my approval of his cuisine and cocked his eyebrows. "You're a bad liar, Ricky. The food sucks!"
I had to laugh and tossed down my fork on the plate. "Yeah it does." My Master picked up the tray and set the awful meal on top of the nightstand as my limp dick started to twitch. Jumping back into bed, he kissed my skinny chest and suckled a nipple before I stopped him and shot him a lascivious grin. "You know I'm hungry for something else?"
Taking the hint, the tall Dominant raced to the top drawer of the bureau across from the bed to pull out a small bottle of lube and a long packet of condoms. I kneeled on the mattress ready to position myself in any way he wanted me. He got few feet to the bed before he stopped.
Sensing his worry, I questioned him. "What's wrong?"
His blue eyes appeared serious as he curled his mouth upward and grinned like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. He pointed to me. "Get down on all fours. Doggy style."
Personally I would have preferred the regular missionary because I enjoyed the closeness of his body against mine but he was my Master and I had to obey. Rolling my body down, I planked into position, my knee perpendicular to the mattress and my arms separated and placed downward on the bed. I arched my back in a perfect horizontal line and awaited his instructions.
He paced around me for moment, observing my dedicated stance, and took in every movement of my body held in formation. Then with his second index finger, he slid it down beginning from my shoulder all the way down to the crack of my ass.
His voice was very domineering and I could feel my dick twinge the moment his tone stroked my ear. There was something in the way that he controlled me that I found enticing. I can't explain it but his power over me, his authoritative hold that he had was a complete turn on. All I can tell you was that my body longed to make Jason Kendall happy to the point I lost all sense of my identity with him. In my soul and in my heart, what we were doing, these kinky games were normal, like any other couple but involved the art of sexual exploration. I enjoyed listening to my Dom. I wanted to please him. This is what my mind kept telling me and it possessed my body to the point I went through the motions without analyzing every thought, every concept or try to come up with a solution. It simply was the way that it was. Not once did I object. More than ever, I was determined to remain a good slave to my Master.
"It seems to me that you haven't quite accepted the act of pain," Jason stated. "I think we should try again. I'm going to spank you and you're going to enjoy it."
The anguished memories of this morning's pain play went horribly wrong. I couldn't endure his hard assault on my buttocks and now that the raw flesh had healed, I dreaded him going another round with me.
"Please, Master," I pleaded. "Don't spank me. It hurts. I can't stand the pain."
"You'll endure it, slave," he told me. "And like it." His hand caressed the bottom of my chin. "If you please me, Ricky. I'll offer you a reward."
"A reward?" I found myself wondering. "What kind of reward, Master?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
My cock easily responded. "Yes, Master. I want you to fuck me."
He continued. "How badly, my Sub, do you want me to fuck you?"
My body craved his cock. I wanted all its power, its length and longed to be touched by its girth again. I needed his gifted endowment like a drug.
"I want it badly, Sir!" I confessed. "I want it so bad, Master; I think I might die without it!" My head lowered in embarrassment at my admittance. Luckily, the blond hunk forced it back up.
"Then you shall have it, Ricky." He vowed. "But first you must learn to enjoy the pain. You must learn to find pleasure and learn to be comfortable with each time I take a hand to you. Do you understand?"
I exhaled. "I understand, sir."
"Good," he smiled. "Then we'll begin." Placing a flat palm against my bottom, he massaged both the mounds surrounding my bottom before lifted it up to lay the first blow. I pressed my mouth together and prepared myself for the oncoming assault. Closing my hands together, I waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing came. Curious, I shifted my head over my shoulder to see what the delay was.
Suspending his hand in the air, the tall blond looked down on my nude form and stopped. His piercing blue eyes smirked as he lowered his fingers slowly. "No, not yet."
With concern that offended him, I probed in his thoughts. "Master, what's wrong? Was it something I did? I can fix it! Just tell me!"
He lowered his face, clasped his hands together and twiddled his thumbs. "How long has been since you've seen your father?"
That was an odd question. I mean who brings up one's parent during an intimate moment? Surely, he was joking. Unsure where he was getting at, I answered the question.
"Sixteen years." I told him. "He left when I was seven and Alex was three. Why are you asking?"
"I'm just curious," he replied. "And you haven't seen him since?"
"No," I responded. "He hasn't bothered to contact us. Alex and I have learned to cut him out of our lives and move on." I shrugged my shoulders. "Why are you bringing this up now? This is really making me feel uncomfortable."
Jason began. "Usually the lack of father figure in the household can affect the child in a way that manifests into feelings of abandonment, trust issues, and often carries into problems of adulthood. I believe the reason you're afraid of me spanking you is because you feel neglected and prefer to safeguard yourself instead of allowing yourself the freedom to take risks."
I disagreed. "That's ridiculous. Yes, my father abandoned us but I dealt with his leaving just fine. I haven't thought about him for years so what does this have to do with me not wanting to be spanked. Maybe I have low threshold for pain! Ever thought of that?"
"Remember, Ricky." He emphasized. "I have a degree in psychology and a therapist's background. I can tell when your childhood traumas are rising to the surface. For the sake of this exercise, I think we should do some Daddy-Son roleplaying?"
"Daddy-son roleplaying?" I snorted. "Look, Master, I'm not into this whole incest fantasy thing. If that what gets you off, I…"
Whack! The attack took me surprise as my right butt cheek stung. I gasped.
"Stop!" I yelled.
The blond Dom didn't. He spanked even harder again. Whack! I clutched my fingers tight and winced.
"No more!" I shouted. He chose to ignore me. Whack! This time my left side of my bottom throbbed though my erection tingled for a bit. "I said stop!" This time he struck me twice. Whack! Whack! I hollered for a safe word. "Jason!"
It didn't work. His hand continued to spank my ass raw. Whack! Whack! Whack! I could feel the tears fill my eyes as he got ready to strike me again.
My bottom roared with pain and I was forced to endure the agony of his attacks. No matter how much I begged, my Master refused to listen.
"Tell Daddy how much of a naughty boy you are!" He demanded.
Whack! My bare butt lit up. I bit my lip and tried to say anything to make him stop. "Daddy! I've been a naughty boy! Please stop spanking me!"
Whack! His fingers flailed my ass. "Why? Ricky, tell me what you want Daddy to do!"
Flames raked my poor stinging buttocks. I couldn't hold out as the hard cock betrayed me and twitched like mad. A combination of fear, exhaustive pain, and pleasure took over me as the tears flowed from my eyes and I surrendered all my feelings in one giant sob. The anguished memories began to flood through me. Being left alone, having no man in the household, trying to stay strong for the family while still wishing I had some of my childhood left to enjoy. I couldn't bear it any longer. I finally snapped and released all my sadness and frustration. Taking in a deep breath, I let out a gurgling scream.
"DADDY! DON'T GO!" I shrieked. "DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME…"
I collapsed on the bed as the aching throb of my ass took second to the built up painful emotions. Hugging myself, Jason got behind me and embraced me close as I turned my head and allowed my face to bury itself into his muscular chest. He stroked my head as I cried for a few moments as the feelings of sorrow started to lift from my shoulders. In Jason's arms, he made me feel safe and in between sniffs I glanced up to see his blue eyes offering me shelter.
"Don't leave me, Master," I whimpered. "Don't leave me like my Daddy did."
Touching my hair, the angelic hunk smile down and made his vow. "I won't, Ricky. I promise." Lowering his face, he kissed me as arms roamed each other. Gently, he pressed me against the pillow so that our tongues could meet. I hooked my legs around his waist as his huge growing erection pressed against my stomach and he lifted away for a bit to reach over to the nightstand drawer and pull out small lotion bottle. Cupping my raging bottom with his bare hands, he placed my legs over his shoulder so that he could massage the strange ointment over my stinging ass. In few seconds, the strange concoction soothed the raw pain into an ease of mellowness of a light sunburn. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I was that the flaring of my ass had stopped and instead gave way for the soft caress of my Master's gentle fingers. The erection pressed against my belly vibrated as I my hungry hole ached for his touched. Without reservation, I grabbed both sides of my sore butt cheeks and spread them apart to show my willing opening required his attention. He happily accepted.
Tearing off a condom wrapper with his teeth, he slid the rubber sheath one his huge cock, applied a huge amount of lube and oiled himself as precursor to our lovemaking. His blue eyes cast a glance at me and he stroke his rubber laced dick in front of me in a form of cruel punishment just to excite me even further.
"Well, son," he taunted. "Daddy has been disappointed that you've been a bad boy." His fingers massaged his hard-on up and down. "I don't think it's fair that I should reward bad boys with a good ass fucking, don't you think?"
My body replied otherwise. It hungered for his cock. It needed to be fed and be satisfied. My fingers latched on with a firm grip as I tried to widen my entrance even wider.
"No, Daddy," I answered as I continued to play his kinky game. "I've been a good boy. Please, Daddy, fuck me!"
He grinned and continued to rub his dick. "No, Ricky. I'm not convinced. Daddy's still very disappointed with you. I don't think I will."
My erection swelled. It begged to be stimulated with a nice shaft in my ass. I quivered my lips and pleaded some more. "Please, Daddy. I've been good. Fuck me! I can't wait! Fuck me now!"
Still torturing me, he stood his ground as he masturbated. "No, son. I don't believe you deserve Daddy's cock."
I couldn't stand it anymore. My hungry hole needed to be filled. I panted, breathed rapidly between breaths, and I cried. "Daddy! Master! Jason!" At this point I was breaking character and calling him by his real name. "Just fuck me! FUCK ME, PLEASE!"
The blond Dom grinned and edged the tip near my rectum. "All right then, slave, you asked for it!" He rammed right through. At that point I lost all sense of reasoning, morality, and good judgment. My anal walls surrendered, submitted to the pressure of his gifted shaft and consumed every inch of his masculine flesh. His arms clutched my back as I slipped mine underneath his shoulders and clawed his back as his fullness bucked, lifted and withdrew while my legs entwined around his waist.
His lips found mine. Our tongues danced as we tasted as savored every pleasure our union and allowed our desires to vocalize our approval in between groaning breaths.
"Mmmm, Jason…" I moaned his name, forgetting my place as a Sub. I didn't care about roles anymore! His nearness to my skin mattered the most than the basic roles we were playing. Therefore, I placed more of an emphasis on my desire than our expected lables.
"Ricky…Ricky…" My Master echoed back. His jeweled blue eyes fixated on me and he shot a smile of happiness as his toned ass, flexed and met my hips with each ferocious thrust.
We kissed for a few more times between each fuck before he lifted me up to straddle his thighs as he sat up on the bed and spread his legs on the mattress. His toes pointed up as I kneeled in front, my erection slapping against my belly as I poured more of the lube on my hand and spread the inside of my opening with my fingers. When I was good and ready, I let my knees touch the mattress while I located his cock behind me and let the hard meat glide inside my willing hole. Then I allowed my lover to impale me.
Being on top provided me an advantage; I had more control of how I wanted Jason to fuck me. Gripping his shoulders, I reconnected with his mouth and worked my bottom up and down on his beautiful cock. Once again my inner walls surrendered. They clenched, tightened, stretched, and opened me up as I gave in the wonderful burning of my ass being stroked and my prostate being massaged. Jason, on his part, cooperated by pushing his hips up and connected with my pace as I my hips lifted and descended with each thrust of his amazing shaft.
"God, Master!" I hollered. "Your cock feels wonderful inside me!"
"Thank…uhhh…your ass for that!" He giggled between grunts. "Not keep fucking me!"
I did a few more times before the straining build-up in my balls begged to be recognized. I pounced even harder on my lover's cock before bits of seed poured from my urethra. Then I came completely.
"I'm cumming! AAAAHHHHH!"
White jism splashed against the blond drug dealer's belly as he embraced me close and allowed me to complete my orgasm. In matter of seconds, he joined me.
"I'm cumming too! AAAARRRRGHHH!"
The condom inside me filled with semen, completely flooded the tip as he jolted for a bit and allowed the surface of his head to empty out. Once he was completed, the blond hunk slowly withdrew, yanked off the used rubber, tossed it to the side of the bed, and brought his face toward mine. His lips felt heavenly though I'll say I was bit perturbed that he couldn't toss the dirty prophylactic in the trash can nearby.
"You know," my lips kissed him. "I need to teach you not to litter."
He teased my mouth and snickered. "It's my room. My house. My rules. I'll dirty it up if I want to."
I pulled away and scowled. "And leave it for Filomena to find your nasty cum stain? Come on, Jason." Once again I broke the Sub protocol by referring to him by his real name. "Pick it up and throw it in the garbage!"
His tongue clucked. "Yes, Mom." Giving me a quick peck on the lips, he scrambled from the bed, lifted the soiled rubber, and dropped it in the trash. Then he folded his arms and turned to me. "Happy now?"
"Much," I smiled. "Now get back to this bed and hold me."
"With pleasure," he laughed. Jumping on to the mattress, he wrestled back against the bed and began licking up the residue of my orgasm from my stomach before sharing the salty flavor of my pleasure on my lips. For record, I tasted delicious.
We made our few more times with our now limp dicks rubbing against each other as reached around and held me within his muscular arms. My dark hair buried within the folds of the pillow and I ran my fingers through the dark blond curls on his chest as I watch him look at me.
He addressed me with a grin and wasn't offended by my choice to break off the Dom-Sub roles. "Hmm, Ricky?"
"Tell me about yourself." I requested. Truth be told, I wanted to know more about this man. "I mean you made it point to know all about me. What don't you share a little bit of your life story?"
Shrugging, he sighed. "There isn't much that you don't know. I came from a rich family who owns several businesses. When the company was struggling, we merged with the Zagreski family who turned out to have shady dealings and since then we've been supporting their secret drug trade."
I decided to bring up the touchy subject of their business. "Speaking of which, you've heard about the young man on the news who committed suicide recently. He jumped out of his apartment balcony apparently from using Hard Rock. Did you have something to with that?"
Jason glanced at me with concern, paused, and then frowned. "I know about that the tragic incident but believe me, it wasn't us. Yes, we deal with Hard Rock but only in small amounts and we're very selective. Only the wealthy elite can afford our product and we do supply them the tiniest dosages. When I mean tiny, we're talking minimal. Contrary to what you might of the Zagreskis and their mob business, they are very honorable. It comes from centuries of respecting their Russian culture. We knew how potent Hard Rock is with the violent outbursts, the scary hallucinations. We discovered that if we can extract just a tiny amount to secure a high without the horrible side effects and long term damage we could make a lucrative business."
Drug dealers with honor and integrity, who would ever thought? In a strange way, I began to understand and sympathize but I still needed to learn more. I continued my investigation.
"You mentioned no long term damage or side effects," I commented. "What do you mean?"
"Hard Rock is in its purest form is lethal," said Jason. "It affects the serotonin in the brain and kills off the major brain cells that control logical thinking, reasoning and common sense. However, the Zagreskis and I discovered a way to extract a minimal amount that will give the user a good buzz similar to alcohol or the nicotine in cigarettes which minimizes any harm to the user. However, it's still a drug and can be abused like your brother Alex had demonstrated and that poor boy who killed himself."
"But if that's the case," I added. "Why did that young man go crazy? According the news reports, he want insane and thought he could fly."
The blond hunk exhaled. "That's because he was fed the hard stuff. Hence, the name Hard Rock. If abused, the narcotic can have powerful psychotic and hallucinogenic effects. That's why we're careful how we market the item. I don't consider it any different than taking over the counter medication like aspirin or a cold remedy."
I disagreed with him. "It's still a drug, Jason." Once again, I broke the rules of our contract by referring to him by his real name. He was annoyed or angry by it. I think he appreciated the fact that we were on a more connective level. "It's still causes harm to the person abusing it."
"Good point," he remarked. "But even aspirin and a cold tablet can be abused too yet the FDA approves it. Hard Rock isn't any different."
He had a point. He continued to argue his case.
"We manufacture our drug with the purpose of only bringing a small bit of a high for the client while others would rather produce more dangerous results no matter the cost. You know we're not the only drug dealers in town. The Anatoles discovered a way to create a cheaper version of the drug which is even more toxic and deadly and the Zagreskis and I have reason to believe they're involved with that poor boy's death. Remember when I told you that I ended things with Alex?"
"Yeah," I nodded. I almost forgot that my little brother was the previous slave before me.
"Well he was angry at me for rejecting him," he explained. "So he turned to the Anatoles and got involved with them. My theory was they offered him a lot more money and the opportunity to get free Hard Rock if he sold their product on the streets. He got way in over his head and the rest, as you know, is history."
How could I forget? The night of the phone call by Mark Kendall that revealed all about my younger brother's secretive activities, the five thousand that he stole, and my decision to trade his previous position as a Sub for his. My mind wondered what would happen if none of these events occurred and I went about the motions of my daily, mundane life. I shudder to think about it since meeting with Jason Kendall opened my eyes and my body to a new world of wicked delights. Strangely enough, I would say I was grateful.
Jason continued with his explanation. "Ricky, no matter how you feel about our business, I want you to understand that it's not done out of malice or disregard for people. Yes, we're supplying drugs but we're offering an enhancing experience for any guest who comes to the party. We're careful who we conduct business with and there are rules of secrecy that we adhere to. That way, law enforcement isn't involved and government security doesn't crack down on our enterprise. People like the Anatoles are making it hard for us since they are putting me and the Zagreskis in the line of fire. They're exposing us and making us an easy target for the police. That's why we have to take extra precautions."
"Like what?" I wondered.
"Beefing up security, having weapons ready, and spies everywhere." He informed me. "You can never be too careful."
"You make it sound like you're ready to wage war," I noted.
"Hopefully, it never comes to that," the blond man explained. "However, you never know. That's why I'm trusting you to always be safe and to always watch your back. You're involved with me now. My enemies might come after you to get to me."
I gulped in fear. "Why me? I have nothing to do with your drug business!"
Jason shook his head. "It doesn't matter. The Anatole family has no souls. Unlike the Zagreskis, they are your stereotypical Russian mafia. Evil, conniving, and dangerous. I want you to stay close and be aware of your surroundings. Mark will be nearby just in case."
"Mark?" I inquired. "You're sending your own brother as a bodyguard?"
"Not a bodyguard," he corrected. "A friend. Look, Ricky, he will respect your privacy and your space but once in a while he might check up on you just to make sure you're okay. Plus, he trusts you since you helped inspire him to come out of his shell as a trans man. When he came to those group meetings at the GLBTQ center, he didn't want to discuss his feelings but after listening to you and observing your story, it kind lit a fire under him to deal with his own issues. Thank you for doing that."
"You're welcome," I said. "I would have wanted for someone to do the same thing if I were in his shoes. It's hard dealing with your sexuality but it's another to be transgendered and trying to make sense of your identity."
Jason nodded. "Believe me, I completely agree. Growing up as rich kids, it was just me and my little sister Michaela, the man you know now as Mark, who were left with nannies and butlers while my parents traveled the world engaging in their own affairs." I glimpsed him differently after he revealed that part of him. I continued to listen. "Michaela and I grew close and we vowed that we would watch over each other no matter what happens. After spending our childhood in boarding schools, we both threw ourselves in our education because we felt that we could gain power though learning. We excelled in every subject from literature to math to science and even picked up multiple languages in the process. Then by the time we reached our teen years, we came to understand that power can be achieved another way.
"Sex." He bluntly responded. "You see, Ricky. No matter how much money you have or how much wealth you amass, it all boils down to what you can do between your legs. I found that sex is very controlling and you gain authority especially when lust is involved. Combine that with BDSM behavior and you somehow can correlate the two in the corporate world using the same tactics of dominance, authority, power and confidence."
What he was saying made sense. The opportunity to be domineering, to wield control over another and make others bend to your will, it all boiled down to sex and my Master seemed to have a good grasp of the concept.
"How does Mark fit into the sex part of it?" I asked.
"Not so much sex," he explained. "But the control over his own gender. You see, Michaela was always conflicted by her identity and many men have used her because of her beauty. You don't see it now but she had the body of supermodel and she dated a million playboys who only wanted her as another notch on their bedposts. Michaela finally gained the courage to explore her inner self, find out her who she truly was, and courageously made the decision to make steps to change her identity. Thus, Mark Kendall was born. Strong, brave, masculine, in control and no longer a victim to others who wanted to abuse her."
I shrugged. "You make it sound like you both have it all together."
The tall blond frowned. "Not always but we definitely try to keep a balance whenever we exert any kind of authority. That's why I enjoy being a Dom because I like the power I get to yield over someone who is in a lesser role. There's a certain turn-on when it comes being dominant and masterful and that part of me has always appealed to my interest in exploring the dark nature of my fantasies."
"It certainly has," I commented. "Then again, the actual sex part isn't half bad either. Speaking as your Sub, I think it's one of your best qualities."
His finger tapped the edge of my nose. "You would, you little eager minx." His face turned a bit more serious. "Ricky, sex or the actual physical mating aspect of the BDSM relationship isn't always the norm. I usually never have sex with any of my slaves. I like to keep it strictly professional like I did with your brother."
Surprised by this, I decided to probe for more answers. "Then why do you engage in physical intimacy with me?"
Shrugging, he gave me look that showed that he didn't have a definite answer. "I don't know, Ricky. I just know that you're different than my other Subs. I enjoy having sex with you. I can't explain it but whenever we are intimate, my mind and body changes all of sudden. I want to go beyond the Master-Slave roles and invest some sense of physical emotion in our sessions. I want to have some semblance of physical connection even for a brief moment."
"Or maybe you needed some way to release your anger and frustrations," I suggested. "You needed to feel some sort of physical closeness to escape the realities of a harsh world, to experience bliss, and to forget all the troubles that have been consuming your life."
His eyebrows arched. "Are you speaking for me or about yourself?"
"Maybe both," I sighed. "Well me, especially. I mean I'm dealing with a lot of stress at work and needed to be with someone who makes me feel good even if it is only a brief moment."
An epiphany struck his brain. "So that's why you insisted on seeing me this morning?"
Embarrassed, I scowled. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't want to make you feel like I'm using you."
"That's fine, Ricky." He snickered. "Use me. That's part of our arrangement. Let's make each other feel good through our intimate encounters." His hand stroked the side of my face. "You have nothing to be ashamed about."
I felt relieved. I hated myself for looking at Jason Kendall merely as a sex object. Then again, I was his personal sex toys so it was like the pot calling the kettle black. I thought up ways to make it up to him when my stomach started to grumble. Loudly. It was more than a rough and tumble growl but more like rapid wolf ready to pounce on its prey type of sound.
My Master heard the rumble in my belly and soothed his palm over my stomach. "Sounds like you're hungry."
"It is the afternoon," I noted. "I haven't eaten anything except for a few bites of your disgusting breakfast tray." Our eyes gazed at the lumpy mess on top of the nightstand. Even flies wouldn't touch it.
He laughed. "Fine. Let me treat you to lunch."
"On one condition," I warned him. "No fancy restaurant where the food is extremely gourmet and the price on the menu cost more than a designer handbag."
"Deal!" Jason giggled. "I know the perfect café where the food is cheap and won't cost me barely next to nothing."
"It's not some French foo foo place, is it?" I inquired.
"Sort of," he grimaced. "It's called Chez IHOP and you can order the Rooty Tooty Fresh N' Fruity breakfast!"
"Hellooo IHOP!" I jumped up and sang. I don't know why I chose this song but I went with a Sweet Charity's Big Spender number and belted it out. I'm tone deaf but I have a sense of humor about it.
Obviously, my Dom didn't appreciate my vocal stylings as he plugged up his ears with both fingers.
"Hey Big Spender…Spend a little time with me…"
I guess I'm not going to audition for American Idol anytime soon.