D.O.M #2
Dylan O Meets Prince Nadal
*** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
Dylan laid back and closed his eyes, the masseuse working his temple while her co worker gave him an manicure, his feet were soaking in aromatic water being prepped for his pedicure. He found himself unwinding slightly, ever since Kelvin deposited the payment into his bank account he found he could breathe a little easier. Baxter on the other had was still trying to dissuade him from going down the escort route.
He nearly made Baxter crash the car when they left Kelvin's cottage after he fucked the sixty four year old's brains out. But it wasn't the shock of what Dylan done to the older man that startled his agent it was the email from Dylan's next potential client. Dylan screamed out loud when Baxter had handed him the email. As Dylan seen on the walls in Kelvin's cottage, the retired politician had a lot of powerful and influential friends, he held in his hand an email from one such friend.
He had to re-read it four times before it actually sank in. He looked at Baxter to see if he was joking him, he knew that he wasn't a fan of Dylan's current endeavor but had to do his best by his client. Baxter informed him that while Dylan was in the bedroom with Kelvin he took it upon himself to ring the number attached to see if the offer was legit. He was scheduled to have a meeting via web cam later that evening to set up the arrangement. He told Dylan that he would never dream of taking on any job without consulting him first and a little part of him wanted to see his reaction at the sender.
"Fucking hell Baxter, a real life Prince wants to be dominated by me, can you fucking believe it!"
Baxter swerved violently to avoid a dog in the middle of the road.
"Careful Baxter we don't want me dying before I meet this Prince Nadal."
"No we do not." Baxter replied through gritted teeth.
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"I need your full attention now Dylan." Baxter said, snapping in back from a daydream.
The lady was now massaging his feet in the scented water, her soft hands rubbing the soles of his feet nearly made him moan with relief, he had increased his work out regime and was feeling very stiff. He had decided that he wanted to increase his weight slightly and his definition. He was going to try his best with this escorting gig for at least a year. He was surprised at the rush of endorphin's he got when Kelvin had caved to his every whim and all the while he was getting a big fat pay check out of it afterwards. It would be a whole lot easier if Baxter was more on board and not questioning and seconding guessing him at every turn.
" I am listening," he said slowly. "What is it now?"
"Wet T shirt Olympics have now increased their offer and are willing to put you on the promotional flyers."
"Listen Baxter, I know where you are coming from with all this meaningless shit, you feel bad because you are failing me, yes when I took you on as my agent you did land me a few magazine covers and a sponsorship deal but who has actually been getting me all the big paying jobs. That would be me Baxter. So tell me again why I pay you so much when all you can do is offer me this z list crap. Mason's manager Mr. Gent would have me in the blink of an eye. Please don't forget that."
He felt bad for snapping at him, throughout his rise to fame Baxter was always by his side, he was under no illusions that the money had been a big factor for him tolerating Dylan's divo behavior, but lately he had become his only constant. He just wished that they shared the same vision for his long term career.
Baxter's cheeks began to redden, the masseuse looked to the side sheepishly sensing an oncoming argument.
" I know I haven't been doing too well lately but can you fucking blame me," he spat. "I had slow burning deals that would have set you up for years but you were adamant that you wanted to do porn, I knew you were limiting yourself by doing this shit, sometimes I think you just do things to live up to the image you created yourself. Well it's all good trying to impress your fans but what happens when they leave huh?, you won't be the young muscle stud on the block for too long you know."
He went to stand up but Dylan lifted his leg out of the basin and placed it firmly between Baxter's legs, a wet pool was beginning to form on the material of his shorts. Dylan's fine brown hair was matted to his ankle. Baxter was still breathing heavily after his loud rant, the action of Dylan putting his foot on his lap surprised him.
"Now if only you could put that passion into listening to me and having my back like a good agent would we wouldn't be in such a mess right now. You have a week to get on board with our..." Dylan stopped and looked down at the masseuse, suddenly remembering she was there. She quickly wiped her hands on a towel and left the room. 'Arrangement or else I will have to find someone more suited to my future. I don't want to go down this route Baxter but I am sure you will make the right decision. Take the rest of the night off, I will see you in the morning, you can drive me to the Prince's city penthouse like planned."
He removed his foot from Baxter and placed it back in the basin, he leaned back and closed his eyes, he could hear his agent mutter expletives under his breath as he left the salon.
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They had parked in the underground car park of the building complex, they had to be buzzed in through a private gate by a member of his security, they were told to park in spot number twenty two and a member of staff would be down to brief them on the protocol and procedure of having an audience with the Prince.
Dylan shuffled uncomfortably in the back seat, the car journey had been extremely frosty, Baxter barely giving more than one word answers so he soon gave up trying to talk to him. He looked over the email once again. It was strictly confidently the only people in the world that would know about the arrangement were Dylan, Baxter, the Prince and his most senior member of staff, Jarl who had organised the meet up on behalf of his Highness. They would both have to be cleared by security before they even set foot in the massive penthouse. Baxter would remain in the living room with Jarl while Dylan entertained. The list of do's and don'ts was blank, in bold letters at the bottom it said that everything would be discussed between the Prince and Dylan in private.
Added to the extra pressure of not only meeting a member of a Royal family and dominating them sexually, but Dylan failed to find any recent pictures of the Prince, mentions of him on line were few and far between. He was loved by his people for being hardworking and devoted, preferring to shun the limelight and celebrity lifestyle to live behind closed doors, it seemed to Dylan that he really was all for the people.
It was times like this when his bravado had left him that he really wished Baxter would talk to him, the looming scenario both excited him and scared him, the thought of dominating a prince was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he wanted to perform to the highest of his capabilities, His fee for the encounter would not only keep him out of the red but would set him up for at least six months at his usual standard of living.
