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I must have waited too long to respond because he sent me another message.

MasterL –You still there, brat?

I have to take a few deep breaths and wipe my sweaty palms on the quilt, before picking up my phone and responding.

TheMaskedBrat94 –I’m still here. I think I was a bit starstruck by the photo. You’re very handsome.

MasterL –Yeah? Do you want to send me one back? I’d love to see what you look like.

I open my camera and hold it up so my face is hidden, but my bare chest and semi-hard cock is visible. I have the mask on for all my other photos, and I definitely can’t send him a photo with my face on it. If I was able to recognise him, then he’d definitely recognise me.

TheMaskedBrat94 –*Photo Attachment*

After I see that he’s opened my message, I lock my phone and put it on charge. Forcing myself to ignore his response.

I get comfortable under the quilt and squeeze my eyes shut. My heart is hammering in my chest. A mixture of fear and excitement floods through my veins.

Chapter 8 –

David

My work day seems to be going well, not to say work is usually awful, but for once nothing seems to be going wrong and nobody is pissing me off.

The night is still young, so there is plenty of time for things to go tits up.

By half past nine, William tells me I can go on my break, so I walk to the reception room to chat with Bowie.

He seems happy to see me. “David, what are you doing out here?”

I lean my hip against the desk, “I’m on my break, so I just thought I’d come say a quick hello. How’s things going? Nobody causing you problems?”

Bowie rolls his eyes, but he has a smile on his face, so I know he’s not seriously annoyed. “I’m fine, David. I can handle myself, you know.”

“I know, I know. I just didn’t like that twink kicking off with you the other night,” I explain.

“And I appreciate you for that, but seriously I’m fine. Go enjoy the rest of your break, because we have a show starting at ten and I’m sure the crowd will be extra lairy.” Bowie shoos me away with a flick of his wrist.

I hold my hands up, “OK, I’m going.”

Just as I’m about to turn around and head to the break room, the front doors open and three people strut inside. I notice one of them to be Jamie. The gingery coloured hair one is Jude, but the third man, I don’t recognise.Until he steps closer to the desk.

Holy shit, is thatThe Masked Brat?

It has to be, I’d recognise that mask and long white hair anywhere.

The man is wearing the same outfit thatThe Masked Bratwas wearing in his photos he uploaded to his page. The spiked gimp mask, a black dress shirt with all the buttons unfastened so I can see his hairless tattooed chest, and a pair of skin-tight skinny jeans.

He looks fucking amazing.

I try to step away without the newcomers seeing me, but Jamie shouts my name.

I freeze and look over my shoulder, “Jamie, it’s nice to see you.” I look at Jude and nod my head in greeting. “Who’s your friend?” I ask while looking at the Masked Brat.

“Oh, you already know Jude and this is Vi- ouch!” Jamie scowls at the tall man, “What’s your problem?”

The man just shakes his head and points towards the desk. Just as I’m about to say something, my earpiece crackles, my boss's voice echoes in my head, “David, are you around?”

I click the button and respond, “Yeah man, I’m coming back now.” I turn back to the group, “I’ve gotta go. See you guys around.”