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... of the desk and gestured for me to sit opposite him in a red leather chair. It wasn't the most comfortable but I doubt that mattered to him. He was silent the entire time. He pulled out two glasses and a bottle of expensive whiskey and poured us both a glass. Sliding one to me across the desk. This entire situation was making me nervous but not in a negative way. He was an interesting looking guy and I found myself what he was going to do with me. I had never felt that labelling myself as straight, gay or bi wasn't correct, so I just went with the flow in all situations of the nature and if I wasn't enjoying them I would stop it. I found this guy quite good looking and some what arousing. Finally words left his lips. "I'm Lucifer. Suiting don't you think considering I own a club called Satan's," he said in a lower voice than I had imagined, giving out a little chuckle in the process. "Now I saw your entire evening from when you walked in til now," he said. "Why, why have you been watching me?" I replied. "Because I find you interesting I want to get to know you. A little about myself first eh? Well my father owned this club a few years ago and asked me to take it over since it was going down hill. I'm 24 now and live a very happy life. Full of fun of every caliber." He said in a very egotistical tune. Why was he telling me this? I'm not some broad he was he trying to court. Unless I was? "Oh... Okay. Well that sounds like you enjoy life," I replied, not sure what to say. "Of ...

... course I do, but I'm lacking something, someone. I'm proposing that maybe we can get to know each other on a personal level?" He said pouring me and him another drink giving me a wink. I wasn't sure what to think at this point. I wasn't down for just a cheap one nighter, for him to add my name to his little black book of people he has fucked. "Ermm... well..." I managed to say before he interrupted. "I don't want this to go any further tonight than just a chat and a drink. I'm not asking for anything more I promise." he said. He sounded so genuine that time and I couldn't believe that I was falling for it. But he had this charm, a charm that I hadn't seen in anyone else at all. "Tell me a little bit about yourself," Lucifer said. "Well I'm twenty-one, I work in a DIY store and I'm a university student. There's not much else to say to be honest," I replied. We sat in his office for seemed like forever. We drank, laughed and drank some more. I was far past drunk. I was absolutely paralytic. I awoke the next morning with the worst of headaches in my bed in my flat. I don't remember letting myself in or actually the journey from Satan's to here. Lucifer must have had a taxi or something bring me here. I sat up with a heavy head looking around feeling slightly dazed. There was a note on my bed side table. It read; Hi Mike, You passed out at the club so I had my driver bring you home. I hope you don't mind. It was signed "L" with two kisses and a mobile number. I know instantly it ...