Imagine a café that caters to your every whim and secret fetish, run by hot young men eager to please. Would you go for it?
When, out of desperation, Bran Caspar takes a job in a women's designer shoe store, little does he know he's just entered a world of secret shoe fetishes and a string of cafés designed to cater to a man's every whim and secret obsessions. It's a world that turns out to be deadly but highly compelling, especially with a certain "maid" named Rick.
For Bran's best friend, Finn, the prospect of a new business is a pleasant distraction from his horrible breakup with his lover, Waldo. And speaking of which, where is Waldo? Right inside The Fetish Café, looking for more than a cup of coffee.
Will these best friends find happiness at the end of their shift, or will they, too, become victims of The Fetish Café?
Genres: Gay/Contemporary/BDSM/Group Sex/Menage (M/M/M)/Voyeurism
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (12k words)
Read a short excerpt...
...The next few weeks were challenging to say the least. While Rick worked on hiring staff and sending out personal invites to former clients of The Maid Café and their friends, Bran and Finn made sure the construction company completed the work as laid out, the bar was stocked, the bedrooms and playroom downstairs was just right. They consulted with Rick’s S and M person, a guy named Silas that looked like Bran’s grade six gym teacher, and went over their surveys one hundred times making sure they didn’t leave anything out.
“The category of other should compensate,” Finn told Bran as they sat in the café part of the house, formerly Finn’s living room. “We can cater to most kinds of kink.”
“Yeah, but anything really weird like sex with live farm animals and out they go,” Bran said.
Finn chuckled. “We won’t have any clients.”
“Rick called earlier. We have a guest list of over sixteen men. All of them rich, all of them wanting to remain anonymous.”
Finn nodded. “The staff is ready. Rick said he’d make sure they were dressed or…” Finn grinned. “Not, appropriately.”
“The pastries arrive tomorrow at noon, gooey and delicious,” Bran mentioned. “We’re really doing this. Are you excited?”
“I am,” Finn said, “but I’m curious to see if these rich guys will be willing to pay what we’ve set down as a membership fee?”
“Rick says they will,” Bran replied.
“This is great. Bran, I do think this idea of yours borders on brilliance.”
Bran held up a hand. “Let’s ah…wait until tomorrow night, shall we, before we declare it a success? I’d like to linger on the side of caution for a while.”
They were sitting side by side on the sofa. Finn reached over and touched Bran’s hand then leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.
Bran was stunned for a second.
Finn backed away, looking equally shell shocked. “Sorry, I…I guess I got overcome by the moment.”
Suddenly they looked up and Rick stood there. He was smiling. “Twenty. We got twenty for tomorrow night,” he told them. “Hope we got enough donuts.”
The three of them laughed.
The phone rang and Finn went to answer it.
Bran met Rick’s eyes. “You’ve done an incredible job.”
“Thanks.” He came closer.
“Are you intending on doing your cat routine?” Bran felt a little weak looking at Rick.
Rick came and sat beside him. “Maybe. I have a client coming who likes that sort of thing. Do you like it?”
Rick placed a hand on Bran’s thigh. Their eyes met. Oh boy, Bran thought. What’s this?
“You have beautiful eyes,” Rick said softly.
“Thanks. You have…” He trailed off as Rick’s hand slid higher.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Everything. Everything about you is…” Bran snaked his hand up around back of Rick’s neck and pulled him forward. Their lips met, hot and electric, oh yeah. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Bran groaned against his mouth.
Rick reared back. “What’s stoppin’ you?” His chest was heaving.
“Finn says we…well we can’t…we’re partners and…”
“Fuck what Finn says.” He sniggered. “He can join us if he wants.”
Bran’s eyelids flew open. Wow, a threesome with Rick and Finn. Um, that sounded nice.
“I bet he would if we asked,” Rick suggested, his gaze going to the tent in Bran’s pants.
“I don’t know…” Bran said hesitantly.
Rick grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s ask him, shall we?...”