Master P walked to the end of the hall and opened a door, ushering Trick inside. Trick was surprised to find a bedroom. He'd expected an office. The bedroom was decorated sparsely and there was a large floor to ceiling red velvet curtain covering the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Off to the side was another door. Master P closed the door behind them and Trick took it as his cue to approach the large man. He'd turned enough tricks to know what came next. The man stood tall and still, looking down at Trick as Trick began opening the large man's belt buckle. The Dom suddenly grabbed both of Trick's hands, stopping his actions and a jolt of fear shot through Trick at the motion, thinking that he must have made a terrible misstep and not wanting to face the guy's wrath. But, the intense stare that Master P gave him was anything but angry. His face was a mask of lust. Only a moment later, Trick was hauled up against a rock hard body and he found his lips captured in a deep and claiming kiss.
To say that Trick was surprised would have been a huge understatement. His johns never wanted to kiss him; they wanted their dicks sucked or to pin him to the wall with their cocks up his ass. No one ever fed him and then kissed him, and as hot as the kiss was, Trick felt apprehensive, not knowing what this guy's trip was. The whole wine and dine thing, and now the "lover" thing, creeped him out just a little bit. The kiss ended abruptly as Master P released him and stepped back. Trick looked up at him, wondering what in the hell would happen next. The guy looked him up and down, seeming to appraise him somehow.
"You need a hot shower," he said, that deep voice coming out like a growl. Trick felt more than a little offended. He washed up every day at Hollywood High School's library toilet. He couldn't always do his hair but he thought he did a pretty darn good job of keeping clean. He sure was clean enough to suck dick.
"Shower up, and take a nap. I bet you haven't seen a real bed in a long time. Bathroom's through there," Master P said, indicating the closed door. You could have knocked Trick over with a feather. That was the last damn thing he ever expected to hear. Before he could say another word, the large Dom spun on his heel and was out the door. Trick stood in place, stunned to his very toes. 
