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Lunch is Served
by Jude Mason
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Admitting you're gay is difficult enough. Can Philip Sands go even farther and admit he wants to be dominated? Philip Sands needs a job. When he finds one at The Gate Room, a gay BDSM club owned and run by the sexy Mark Freeman, he's faced with a dilemma. He'd admitted to being gay years ago, but had hidden his submissive side, even from himself. Dressed in the sexy leather gear required for his new job, Philip finds himself drawn into the lifestyle and lusting after Mark. Constantly aroused by the scenes taking place in the club, the duties he's asked to perform are more then a little frustrating. An evening meeting, which turns out to be so much more, only adds to his torment. When Mark invites him to come in for lunch the following day, Philip jumps at the chance. Will their meeting turn into more? Will he finally find the courage to tell Mark his feelings? And what does the handsome Mark have in mind?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
 
20 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [83 KB]
Words: 16751
Reading time: 47-67 min.
"Prepare to be swept away into the scintillating world of The Gate Room in the deeply erotic Lunch is Served...Lunch is Served is a fast, sexy thrill-ride that is wicked good fun." -Joyfully Reviewed
Philip sat in the front seat of the Toyota sedan, which he'd parked outside The Gate Club, and thought about what had brought him to that moment. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, and smiled, knowing comfort wasn't going to happen for at least a few hours. Mark Freeman had seen to that.
He'd met Mark a few short weeks ago when he'd applied for the waiter's job at The Gate Club. Philip had known what kind of club it was, and he knew all about the Gate Room where members had to pass a security check before they could escort their 'pets' across the threshold.
That meeting was burned into Philip's memory. If he lived to be ninety, he was sure he'd remember that darkly handsome man ushering him into his small office. Philip was tall and well muscled, but had nothing on Mark. He was a good six inches taller and outweighed him by at least thirty pounds. The tight black slacks and silk shirt did nothing to hide the man's bulging muscles. Tendrils of dark hair curled over the top of his fitted, white silk shirt, and when he'd reached out to shake hands, Philip's eyes had been glued there. Only when Mark had gently cleared his throat had Philip dragged his attention back to the reason he'd come. A job, yes, he needed a job and the one being offered fitted him perfectly.
"Why don't you sit down and we'll get right to business," Mark suggested and nodded at the leather chair on the visitor's side of the desk.
"Thanks, Mr. Freeman," Philip replied and hurried to sit down, knowing an erection was imminent. At least seated, it wouldn't be so evident. The chair was comfortable, and while Mark glanced through his resume, Philip got the chance to look around the room.
Books and files lined about half of the wall behind Mark while six monitor screens filled the other half. The screens were blank and Philip wondered what he'd see if they were switched on. Mark's desk was mid-sized and made of dark wood; the corners were padded with the same black leather as the chairs. He glanced around and saw a tall metal cabinet that took up most of another wall. Its doors were closed.
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