My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace - really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily.
He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn't seem interested in women. It was sheer luck that two of the bullies were sent to work at another branch of the company, and then the rest backed down because their support club had left.
Things were better, but not this good. Maybe he's finally accepted his homosexuality, I thought. Anyway, the change in Miguel was so remarkable that I approached him and started a conversation.
"Hey Miguel."
"Hey Sonia."
"Do you perhaps want to eat with me in the cafeteria today?"
He looked surprised, but he didn't run away.
"With you?" He asked.
"Yes. Come on, it will be fun."
"What about those other guys?"
I knew who he was referring to.
"You know I don't mix with those assholes."
He smiled shyly, looking as if he was making a decision.
"Okay. It's not a trap or anything right?"
"No!"
I was stung by his distrust, however, when I thought it over, I suppose he had reason to distrust the people here. Maybe I was hurt that he included me in 'the people here'.
We met at the door to the cafeteria and got our lunch, I purposely picked a quiet table away from other people because I thought I could get him to tell me how and he'd changed so suddenly. I started half-way into the meal, hoping he wouldn't just get up and go.
"You look fantastic." I told Miguel.
"What?" He asked, and munched further on his chicken.
"You look different today. Calm; reassured; happy. You're not as shy and nervous as you always seem."
There, I had laid it out for him. He looked at me calmly. I could see his mind working, deciding what to tell me. He kept quiet and continued to eat.
"Are you taking drugs?" I asked, hesitantly, he just didn't look the type. He almost choked.
"No!" He said vehemently.
"I don't do drugs Sonia."
"Okay, because my gay-dar is just not going off here. I find it difficult to believe that you're gay."
"Where does that come from? I'm not gay!" He was getting Miguel-angry now, not very frightening I'm afraid. Nevertheless, it was good that he was defending himself; he might explain yet.
"Okay, then why do you look so different? New girlfriend?" I was down to my last question.
Miguel blushed. Ha! I thought - nailed it.
"You have a new girlfriend?" I asked surprised. He blushed again. Jip, I was on the right track.
"No." He said it so softly, it was almost a whisper.
"What?" I asked, shocked. Not a new girlfriend? I was ready to pull him over the table and make him tell me.
"Tell me then." I ordered. He sighed and looked away.
"Miguel..." There was a warning in my voice. He looked back at me.
"Promise you won't tell anyone." He implored, he had lovely eyes, which for some reason I had not noticed before.
"Pinkie promise?" I asked.
"Don't be stupid, just promise. I am taking a big chance on you. I have been watching you, just as you have been watching me. Although you're trying to be bossy now; you and I are the same. Submissive."
Oh God, he used the word. How did he know I was submissive? Dammit. I hesitated before I admitted it; I was hoping I could trust him.
"I swear Miguel, and you're right, I am submissive. Don't tell anyone that, please."
For the first time since lunch, he smiled. He really should smile more; he looks cute when he does. He explained to me that he had a kink; a sexual one. Who doesn't I thought? I have my own kink, and it's very embarrassing. I prayed that it didn't come up in the conversation. I thought I had heard wrong when he said his kink was medical fetish. My eyes wanted to pop out of my head; such was my shock.
"Don't look so shocked." Miguel said his courage was leaving him rapidly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I stuttered.
"It's my kink too." I whispered.
Now it was Miguel's turn to look shocked. I repeated his words back to him and he suddenly threw back his head and laughed. I looked around nervously; thank goodness the cafeteria was almost empty. Miguel clapped his hands loudly.
"What are the chances...?" He was shaking his head and still laughing a little.
When he was done laughing he became serious and I became more nervous.
"We freaks are so few; I cannot believe that we're into the same thing." He said, looking even more comfortable if that were possible. I was green with envy.
A conversation followed that left Miguel with a hard cock and me with a wet pussy. I confessed to my arousal first, and he shyly seconded it with his own. It seemed we liked a lot of the same things. He told me about the Happy Ending Clinic, where you could pay for them to indulge you in your fetish. I had never been to any place like the Happy Ending Clinic; I was too shy and too mortified by my kink to allow it. However, it sounded like heaven on earth.
We agreed that one day I would try his Clinic. When we left the cafeteria, we were more closely bonded than a married couple. Bound together by our secrets and our kinks.
A few days later, Miguel came to me and offered to go with me to the Clinic. At first I didn't want to, but he said that if I didn't mind, he was sure they would let him hold my hand until I felt safe enough for him to leave the room. I now had a different dilemma. The idea of Miguel holding my hand, while the doctors were doing god knows what to me; turned me on, very much. In fact that was what changed my mind and gave me the courage to try it.
I called Miguel and agreed and he said we would take our day off next month and do it. I had goose-flesh when I put the phone down. I shivered in delight.
The rest of the month passed agonizingly slowly, I was a heap of nervous confusion and wanted to run away when the day finally came for our day off.
Miguel drove us there. I peppered him with questions, none of which he knew the answer to, but he promised to stay as long as I liked.
"If you won't be offended, it will turn me on." He said.
Imagine my surprise. I squeaked.
"It will turn me on as well; I was just too shy to say so."