***Lockie appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
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Lockie tossed and turned in his bed, he had been sober now for three days, he had finished a successful cam session earlier on in the evening. The positive feedback he had received had bolstered his viewing figures and the hint of his possible return to filming a scene had begun to trend on the cam website. He was in a good place career wise but his personal life was a different story.
He still wrestled with his guilt over falling out with his best friend Mason, he had not realized how much he had come to rely on their friendship until it was gone, and it was all his fault, he had fucked it all up by being jealous when he should have been supportive of his friends blossoming career. Another thing was keeping sleep away from him tonight and it wasn't his body withdrawing from the alcohol, it was Edo. Every since he had met Edo at the expo he couldn't get him out of his mind, the final talk they had as Lockie got into the taxi was replaying in his mind like a catchy annoying song. He hadn't really had mixed feelings about his attraction to men until he started camming and eventually doing scenes for the porn studio.
He didn't know why it was such a big deal for him but it was turning him inside out. Mason of course would make this all go away with one comment. He would tell him to lighten up and not be too hard on himself and to just chill the fuck out, but as he was no longer on speaking terms with Mason, his thoughts had begun to snowball down hill and he was now in a funk.
He flipped his pillow over in the hopes that the coolness would stave off the sweaty period he was going through, he knew that he should be happy that Curtis was willing to give him a second chance, but he just couldn't shake the dark cloud that had descended upon him lately. He imagined Edo coming out of the bathroom stall, all muscles and fraught with nerves. The way his cheeks glowed red against his fire bright red hair, the way his biceps and forearm muscles bulged as he washed his hands then dried them vigorously before he extended a hand for Lockie to shake. Lockie's cock began to grow hard as he imagined what his body looked like naked. He gritted his teeth in frustration and banged down on the mattress, angry with himself. He gave up the notion that he would be able to sleep and moved to his computer desk, he logged on to his account and walked to the kitchen as he waited for the laptop to load. The light from the refrigerator blinded him, the bottle of whiskey that rested on the second shelf called to him like a siren, he scrunched his eyes willing himself to be strong. Before he knew it he had poured himself three fingers worth and was walking back to his room.
"What the fuck am I doing?" He muttered to himself as he logged into his account and boot up his HD webcam.
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As normal Lockie woke with a start, his cell phone ringing had become his alarm clock.
"Yes" he answered groggily.
"Great double show last night, you are turning into a bit of a rock star." Curtis beamed, way too early for Lockie's liking.
"Thanks I guess I was just in the mood." He replied rubbing sleep out of his eye and trying to get some moisture back on his tongue.
"The expo has yielded nothing but positive feedback for you, so much in fact that one of our potential investors was wondering if you would do a personal appearance at his house tonight. Of course you are free to say no but I think it would be wise to ride this good wave while we still can."
Lockie swung his legs off the couch, he needed to feel awake and not in his zombie like trance.
"What does that mean." He asked, looking for some soda to wash the bad taste out of his mouth.
"You go to his house and entertain his wife and a select group of her friends. Basically it's just you flirting with cougars for a couple of hours and then you can bail. It would really help the studio and your comeback."
Feeling that he had no other option but to agree he asked for the directions and more clarification, Curtis had a habit of lampooning him at the last minute with surprise extra details.
He would make a nice lump sum from this appearance and had nothing better to do that weekend so deep down he was glad of the distraction. He shaved his chest, cock and asshole before he hopped in the cold shower, he felt that his life recently was either showering, fucking, drinking or jerking off, he sighed as he lathered the soap all over his weary body. He looked at his sleeve tattoos and all the symbols he had adorned his body with, he thought it was time he added to his collection.
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He paid the driver and got out of the taxi, the journey had taken fifty minutes, he had only seen these massive houses from the beach, he always imagined the type of people that could afford to live in such luxury. The front was bone white, decorated with giant potted plants that towered over the windows. A giant balcony ran the length of the front and around the side. Lockie could hear music pounding and people laughing and splashing so he assumed a pool party was being held. Curtis had told him to dress nice and pack certain items. He would be repaid for any costs so he was encouraged to go all out to impress this investors wife. He had settled on grey jeans with red high tops, a tight red t-shirt and a black bandana around his neck. He had applied a copious amount of gel to his hair.
As he walked to the front door to ring the bell he felt his phone vibrate, the text message was from Curtis, thanking him for doing this and wishing him luck. He slipped the phone into his back pack and rang the bell. He was waiting for a long minute and he was fearing that no one would have heard him over the loud music when the door opened and a tanned, grey haired man greeted him.
"Oh excellent you have arrived, my wife and her friends are in the back. They have been chattering like hens about you coming. I have been told to vacate the premises while her soiree is happening. Come in please. " He stepped aside and Lockie walked in past him into a massive hallway. It was bigger than his whole apartment and was furnished with so much glass and crystal that the whole room seemed to sparkle under the light of the giant diamond chandelier that hung from the roof.
"I knew that if I arranged for you to come to the house I would score major brownie points with the wife, if you know what I mean." He said laughing and landing a playful punch on Lockie's arm. He found himself blushing and stared at his feet, he wished he had a few more beers before the taxi arrived.
"The names Ross." He said with a dazzling smile.
"I will leave you too it Lockie, I have to go to the office and sort out some shit that happened today. Good luck with those women, I hope they won't rip you to shreds. You can head straight through the kitchen to the pool and Dana will take it from there." He laughed once again and grabbed his suitcase and left.
Lockie took his hip flash from his back pack and as soon as the burning sensation from the whiskey hit his throat he felt better. He took a deep breath and checked himself in the massive mirror that hung at the bottom of the stair case and walked to the back of the house. He spotted pictures on the wall of the man he had been speaking to and a beautiful blonde tanned woman he assumed was Dana. The picture had been taken at a movie premiere and on either side of them they were flanked by two young men that looked just like the man. There were a few more family pictures but Lockie skimmed past them, the eldest son looked like a model in his graduation gown but he took a quick swig of his whiskey and the thoughts of the son naked were quickly swept from his mind. He needed to focus.
He walked into the dimly lit kitchen, a few lights dotted the counter tops casting shadows up the wall. The kitchen, like the rest of the house was huge, a massive island sat in the middle of the room, black marble counter top and eight white stools were pushed underneath the bench, the wall opposite Lockie was made up for doors which were folded back and led out to a large seating area, that had a huge table and giant chrome barbecue. He could see a long line of torches on long poles alight, the flame dancing in the warm breeze.
