Fan Service: One Night Only
What does fan service mean to me? You asked me so I will explain it’s providing the one thing the audience wants more than anything else.
Well it is what I use to feel and think anyway especially since I open my mail box to find
it a small box covered in package of brown paper tied up with bow made of rope left with my name on it.
No address so how did it even arrive back
to my place but I pick it up racing up the main apartment staircase on to the fourth floor.
I land on the tap stair heading in to the D number four letter apartment on the floor
as I place the key in the keyhole turning it
as I slip in to the apartment hall.
The door slams walking in to the living room I drop the package ripping it open to reveal a strange key picking it up I place it in the air and shift it.
The key is stuck in mid air as I turn it quickly another door appears the energy drawing me in with the air in one fell swoop it pushes me in.
The light ever so brightly blinding me in blue light washing over us as it fades leaving me in a strange room as I walk around getting use to it.
Stopping cold in the bedroom I am surprised by the view of Duncan James stark naked in the sun light his tan skin shining under the a glorious shine.
He is barely even covered with a bed sheet on top of him he is so damn perfect to be hold a mountain of muscles making me rock hard.
He smirks giggling at the sight of me stares in love and lust licking his lips I am in a state of disbelief that he wants me and he wants me now.
The window disappears sliding in to the rest of the wall leaving us locked in place for us to be alone I cannot remember what I was here for.
My body is shook I smile at him allowing my self to let go noticing the envelope laying on top of him with my name as I pick it up to see to what is said.
The letter clearly reads stating that it sees I am sick but my life is changing and it wants to make it better going it states that I am having a one night only.
“My definition of fan service for real.” I say lost to it with a glint in my eye I crush the letter in to a ball and throw it into the waste basket.
I slowly undo my shirt one button at a time then my pants, lifting my under shirt over my head, kicking my shoes off, and stand for him to admire.
“Did you just whistle at me?”
“Yeah Master! May I have you now?”
“Oh! You want this?”
“I should have unwrapped you “
“No don’t leave “
“Why not?”
“One night! “
“Only”
“I love you “
“Fuck! Get over here sir”
“Watch it! Sorry “
“Bend over! Good boi”
“I will enter in you”
“Fuck you over”
“Mmmm! Yes please “
The end
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