Double Stakes
Rogan Richards is on the clock at his usual post at the cruising club, king of the spot, and shit-stirrer-in-chief. When a tall, buttoned-up stranger (Klein Kerr in a tailored suit so tight it might as well be painted on) walks into the club, Rogan throws down a filthy bet: "Fifty says you can't strip that suit off and make him beg for it by last call." Dato Foland doesn't hesitate. He's a walking thirst trap with a cocky grin and a track record to back it up. The challenge? Strip the mystery man of his tie, his pride, and whatever straight-laced story he's pretending to tell. What follows is a full-frontal game of dominance and seduction: grinding on the dance floor, whispers in bathroom stalls, hands on hips, lips on necks, and a slow, deliberate undoing of Klein's perfect image. The suit comes off — but what's underneath is not what anyone expected. Tension flares, boundaries get wrecked, and by the time the night ends, it's not just a bet that's been blown wide open. Everyone gets fucked — some literally, some emotionally — but nobody walks away the same!
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