“Hey… can you take my picture?” Phil asked his best friend.
“Sure. I’m so proud of you buddy, you look great!” Sam said as he pulled out his phone.
“Thanks. Nah, I meant with my phone…” nodding at the gym bag on the bench.
“Oh, sure thing!”
*SNAP*
“Now… could you send it for me?” Is Phil starting to, blush?!
“Sure…” Sam went to the text messages and found just one thread. One labeled “Master”. “Who did you want it sent to?”
“Master. Please…” Phil could no longer make eye contact his best friend and was now beet red.
Sam looked his best friend up and down and did as he was asked. “Sure bud.”
*WOOSH*
*DING*
The response came before Sam could put down the phone.
“Damn, you give “Barbie doll” a new meaning, baby. I love it.”
“Now, spin around and let down your hair. I wanna see your best side.”
*WOOSH*
*DING*
“Fuck. Come to My place, now.”
Sam responded for Phil, “He’s at a competition. He can’t just drop everything and come over to some guys place.”
“Idk who this is but I’m sure when it reads this thread, this “Phil” you speak of will not only come running but apologize profusely , using its body, when it arrives for what you’ve just said.”
“Barbie - Don’t even get dressed. Just come to My place. Now.”
Phil finally got his phone from Sam. His eyes widened as he read the texts. “Really Sam? How could you be so rude. I’ll see you later, I gotta go.
Phil didn’t grab his stuff. He just took his keys and phone, he has some apologizing to do.
