#mitchspeaks

setting: Mitch orders an escort he may or may not recognize.

Mitch sniffed as he opened the door and let the other inside, salacious eyes roaming over the other’s frame as he did. Working construction wasn’t exactly lucrative, and his ex-wife was sucking up most of what he did take home with alimony payments. But he’d been saving up for this, idly looking forward to someone who did anything but remind him of the cheating bitch who’d just about ruined his fucking life. “Right on time.” Mitch said with a smirk before he took a seat on the couch, one arm propped up behind him as he eyed the man up and down. He planned on keeping the other here all night, his stiffening and pronounced bulge protruding through the front of his jeans as Mitch sat, manspread. His body ached from hard day’s of manual labor, the thick calloused skin on his hands running through his hair as he thought about where to begin. “Why don’t you turn around for me,” Mitch asked, “I wanna see you from all sides.”