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He smiled at me. “I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of the situation,” he said. “Because we’d just fucked.”

At least now I knew what was inside the duffle bag. “And we can fuck again if you hurry up and take me inside.”

“Glad we got that out in the open. One more thing though, you’re gonna see some stuff in my apartment,” he said, taking my hand. He flipped it over and stroked his finger across my palm. “You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”

“No, no, why?”

“Because I hate working against a time constraint.”

“Working.”

His finger stroked up my forearm, tickling me. “Play, work, fun, you know,” he said. “But now, I’m curious, what did you think about getting that card to the room, then coming in and seeing me there, naked in the bear head?”

“It was hot, obviously.” I feared it had unlocked a new kink, but I wasn’t going to blurt that.

“It was your T-shirt,” he said, flicking at the teddy bear embroidered on it.

Now it made sense. My friend had asked me to wear something with a teddy on it. “My friend told me to wear this.”

“Good. That’s why I invited you to the room.”

It was taking being set up to the next level. “Are you going to take me up to your apartment, or are we going to wait until someone shouts a slur at us on the street?”

Zander smiled, tucking a hand behind my head. It was almost like he was transporting me to a world of our own. I felt special, warmed by his touch. “Yeah, now we’ve got that out in the open, I’d like to introduce you to some of my other toys.”

“Toys.” I chewed into an excited smile. “What like?”

He took my hand and collected the duffle bag from the ground. My mind raced, tying to piece together all the kinky shit he was into. If he was doing anon hookups in teddy bear heads, he was probably into far kinkier stuff. And the mention of toys had me wondering about al the things I’d seen on sex store websites. I wasn’t into the huge toys, but I was open to most sexual experiences. Pleasure was sometimes the only thing worth living for.

Zander’s apartment was unsuspecting from the outside, but the moment he opened it, I saw the mess. Boxes stacked and spilled out with an array of bright colored fabrics.

“Watch where you step,” he said, going in ahead.

The walls were covered in black and white photos, all of them were of him in that bear head, naked. I closed the door behind myself and stared at the photos, wondering if this is what he meant when I thought he made porn.

“Where do I put this?” I asked, my coat draped over an arm. “It’ll get lost if I put it down.”

“Leave it on the hook by the door.”

I threw it at the hook. It was lost to the apartment now. Chaos intensified the further I walked into the apartment. More boxes, more pictures, and there wasn’t much room to do anything else it seemed.

“I can see why you wanted to fuck outside,” I mumbled to myself.

“What’s that?” he called out, seemingly from another part of the world.

“I said someone’s been in and trashed your apartment.” I knew they hadn’t, but that was the only reason I’d accept for how it got like this. I looked around, wondering where this alcohol was that he’d promised I’d get to play with.

“Yeah, it was my alter-ego,” he said. “The guy who gets up early, owns a costume store, and stuff.”

There was a sofa, amongst the mess. I took a seat. “I’d like to meet them.”

“Nah, they don’t come around on the weekend,” he said, his voice getting louder. “I thought you were gonna come and find me.”

“I didn’t want to move,” I said, turning around on the sofa to see him standing in a doorway. “I can’t remember if I’m up to date on all my shots.”

“Ok, you’ve got a little bite still,” he said. “Come on, I’m in the kitchen, that’s where my bar is.”

I huffed a little. “I can see why you don’t invite people over. You know, I just want to put this out there, but my place isn’t like this.”