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In the past few months at the hotel, Asher had become very certain, sure of himself. He seemed to fill more space and stand a little straighter. He no longer hid half of his body in the shadows, trying to diminish himself.
Until today.
The mesh shirt he wore left all of his body on display and it even seemed to highlight the thick, ridged tissue on the right side of his body. The leather skirt was cut high, showing off long, slim legs, but tight enough to leave no doubts about his masculinity. And his hair hung free in a tousled mass that seemed to surround his body. It was dusted with glitter, and he had blue sparkles smeared around his eyes, to highlight the exceptional color.
The final touch was the collar around his neck. It was the same blue as his eyes and attached to a long, almost whip-like lead. Most humiliatingly, the leash was held, not by a human, but in the clamps of what was, essentially, a vending machine. The clamps would release when money or a credit card was entered. Anyone walking by could purchase Asher for as long as they wanted.
Until today.
The mesh shirt he wore left all of his body on display and it even seemed to highlight the thick, ridged tissue on the right side of his body. The leather skirt was cut high, showing off long, slim legs, but tight enough to leave no doubts about his masculinity. And his hair hung free in a tousled mass that seemed to surround his body. It was dusted with glitter, and he had blue sparkles smeared around his eyes, to highlight the exceptional color.
The final touch was the collar around his neck. It was the same blue as his eyes and attached to a long, almost whip-like lead. Most humiliatingly, the leash was held, not by a human, but in the clamps of what was, essentially, a vending machine. The clamps would release when money or a credit card was entered. Anyone walking by could purchase Asher for as long as they wanted.