Design by Chyna Sudbury

Recently, while working a shift behind the bar, one of the hottest men that has ever lived – around 6'5", floppy curls, chiseled face, and just enough muscle to be defined without giving gym bro – walked over and motioned for me to lean in. As I did so, he cupped my face in his hands and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to make me a double gin and tonic but you’re going to charge me for a single, got it?” The ASMR of his authoritative hushed tone, along with his Dorian Gray-looks, made the sub in me respond before my professional self could, nodding in confirmation. “Good boy,” he replied, and then kissed me on the lips. As I dutifully made his drink, a few things went through my head. Firstly, thank God my manager was not present. Two, that this man was hot and he knew he was hot. Three, why did he ask for a discount rather than just a free drink? And finally, that this man clearly had watched Pillion.