Page 18 of Breaking Vincent

The boys quickly say their goodbyes and then I’m walking towards the doors. I quickly look over my shoulder and catch The Masked Brat watching me, he lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers at me.

What are the chances that the man I’ve been lusting over online is at the same club I work at?

I don’t have much time to obsess over it because the next few hours are hectic. People are having a lot of fun watching the live shows, which in turn makes the place louder and a million times hotter.

By the time my shift comes to an end, I have to go to the restroom and wash my face and neck with some cold water, my body is covered in sweat and I’m exhausted.

Just as I turn the tap off and reach over to grab some paper towels, I feel someone slide up next to me. The Masked Brat leans against the side of the sink with a bunch of paper towels in his hands.

I open my hand to grab the tissues off him, but he shakes his head and lifts his hand to start drying my face and the back of my neck.

His fingers are boiling against my already heated skin, but I stay still and let him do what he wants.

When he’s finished, he chucks the damp tissue in the sink and looks down at me with his arms crossed behind his back.

He’s a good foot taller than me, so I have to tilt my head back to look at him. I can see the bright green of his eyes as he stares at me through the holes in his mask.

Eyes so green and familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve seen them before.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice coming out a lot deeper than usual.

His eyes slowly blink, but he doesn’t say anything, he just looms over me like an erotic Slenderman. I laugh at the thought.

He tilts his head and looks at me from head to toe, assessing me. Finally, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small silver key and dangles it in front of my face.

I hold my hand out and he drops the key onto my palm. He points to his mouth, which is covered by a zip and padlock from the mask.

“You want me to unlock you?” I ask.

Before he can respond he grabs my hand and drags me into a cubical. Luckily, my boss keeps the bathrooms extremely clean, because as soon as the door is shut behind me, he drops to his knees and waits.

I lean my back against the door and take in the sight in front of me. Now that the man is on his knees, he doesn’t look so big and overpowering.

I must have been waiting for too long because the man once again taps his mouth with his long fingers.

Just to be on the safe side, I keep an ear out to listen if someone else enters the bathroom. I slot the key into the lock on his face.The lock unclasps with a small click and I pull the zipper open. As soon as I go to move away, he latches onto my wrist with both hands and sucks my thumb into his mouth.

The sudden movement causes me to grunt, but I don’t remove the digit.

I let him do what he wants, I just go back and forth on watching his eyes and pink tongue wrap around my thumb.

“You’reTheMaskedBrat94.”

If he’s surprised that I know his online name, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he sucks harder while adding his teeth to the mix.

The bite of pain is small, so instead of reacting I just raise an eyebrow.

“Is that a yes, or no?” I ask.

He lets my finger slip from his mouth and licks his plump lips, before he says, “Yes. That’s me. Now what are you going to do about it?”

The little bit of information he has on his Voyeurism Fans account is etched into my brain. This man is a self-proclaimed brat.

“What do you want from me? Because I don’t fuck with club customers, but after our conversation last night, I want more.”

He leans back, sitting his ass against the back of his feet. His legs spread wide, just like in all of his photos. He looks amazing. I want to reach out and wrap his hair around my fist and use it to control his movements as I shove my cock down his throat.

I want to see tears drip down the latex mask as he begs me to destroy him.