Case Study: Mark Antonio Duvales
Some days, enough eye candy passed through the doors to make any sane man satisfied with his job. In fact, at the very moment, a nine-point-five (on a scale from one to ten) stood not four yards away from Mark. The tight shirt revealed everything he could possibly want to see, and his hazel eyes took in the sight with something akin to joy. Seconds later, an impish smile crossed Mark’s face as the object of his interest slipped a possessive arm around the delectable lady at his side. Oblivious, the woman continued to scan the groceries in her cart.
As an energy-worker, Mark Antonio Duvales sensed that the gentleman was a lycanthrope, or maybe a shapeshifter. The energy signatures were so alike that he sometimes confused the two. Either way, the man could undoubtedly smell the sweet perfume of Mark’s casual lust. Even in Orion, post-Enlightenment, one might assume that a man would be interested in a beautiful woman. Besides, it wasn’t as if Mark would turn that particular woman down if she asked him to do her. Definitely not, especially if macho-hunk boyfriend wanted to play along.
As the couple completed their order, the shifter looked directly at Mark standing behind his cashier station. So, Mark decided to wait patiently until they walked past before he took advantage of the stranger’s advanced hearing by whispering, “I wasn’t nearly as interested in your girlfriend.”
Even though the shifter was still far enough away that he would not have deciphered the words as a normal human, he still grinned a grin that reminded Mark of a Cheshire cat with stolen cream. “I know.” The pause gave Mark a moment to control his embarrassment. However, he wasn’t expecting the rest. “I’m psychic, and you’re broadcasting.” Unable to control his guffaw, Mark felt a slight blush tint his cheeks as he remembered a couple of the fantasies that had passed through his brain.
The girlfriend squeezed her nearly-10’s hand. “We have plans tonight,” she murmured, her voice a husky tune to pluck any straight or bisexual man’s libido. “Another time.” As Mark watched the couple leave, he could only ask God to bless Orion.
As an energy-worker, Mark Antonio Duvales sensed that the gentleman was a lycanthrope, or maybe a shapeshifter. The energy signatures were so alike that he sometimes confused the two. Either way, the man could undoubtedly smell the sweet perfume of Mark’s casual lust. Even in Orion, post-Enlightenment, one might assume that a man would be interested in a beautiful woman. Besides, it wasn’t as if Mark would turn that particular woman down if she asked him to do her. Definitely not, especially if macho-hunk boyfriend wanted to play along.
As the couple completed their order, the shifter looked directly at Mark standing behind his cashier station. So, Mark decided to wait patiently until they walked past before he took advantage of the stranger’s advanced hearing by whispering, “I wasn’t nearly as interested in your girlfriend.”
Even though the shifter was still far enough away that he would not have deciphered the words as a normal human, he still grinned a grin that reminded Mark of a Cheshire cat with stolen cream. “I know.” The pause gave Mark a moment to control his embarrassment. However, he wasn’t expecting the rest. “I’m psychic, and you’re broadcasting.” Unable to control his guffaw, Mark felt a slight blush tint his cheeks as he remembered a couple of the fantasies that had passed through his brain.
The girlfriend squeezed her nearly-10’s hand. “We have plans tonight,” she murmured, her voice a husky tune to pluck any straight or bisexual man’s libido. “Another time.” As Mark watched the couple leave, he could only ask God to bless Orion.
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