"I met a guy once who looked like superman."

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The door clicks closed on the three males. The air felt electrifying at what was about to unfold, with each participant wanting something a little different from the experience.

The client heads for the bed, sitting on the edge, looking at the pair. He felt all manner of feelings inside him. Primarily desire. He knew what he had paid for and knew he was going to have his needs satisfied and to top it off, he was getting a free extra something, though he was yet to discover what that 'something' would be.

Jack continues to stand shy of the closed door. His hands in his pockets, he feels for his penis through the left pocket of his smart trousers, covertly playing with himself, the action making him feel at ease and in some way felt like he had some self control.

Dexter is the first to make a move, his professional head screwed well on, not a stranger to the ménage a trois, though one of them had never been Jack. Did this make a difference? "Am I still calling you Simone, or Simon?" Dexter questions as he removes his leather jacket.

"So you did remember my name." Simon replies rather excitedly that the handsome escort had remembered him. "I thought you didn't care."

"I care about you for as long as you have paid me." Dexter is quick to reply. He knew what went on in the minds of his clients, better than they knew themselves. Sure, there were exceptions to the rule. Those who would want him to accompany them to their ridiculous high class dinners, just a handsome trophy on their arm, nothing more, but the majority?...They would fool themselves into thinking they wanted that physical need to be quenched and that would be all. Just a moment of carnal pleasure and they would be complete. But under that superficial layer, they were looking for the one thing which everyone craved. To love and be loved. How did he know this fact? Because deep down he was exactly the same.

Dexter had received more proposals than he had eaten chicken wings, but it was just a job to him. His need for sex was like an itch he couldn't scratch, because up until that weekend, he hadn't found the cure.

"Well, just don't mistake me for Jack this time." Simon says, with a smirk.

"Shut your mouth!" Dexter shoves Simon back on the bed, before glancing over his shoulder to see Jack's reaction at the mention of his name.

Jack's lips curl into a smile as he sees Dexter become uncharacteristically flustered, but he stays silent. He wanted to be as invisible as possible. He feels the twitch between his legs as his length hardens just a little more. His fingers squeeze around the appendage through the silk lining, as he teases himself in anticipation... not yet...

Simon is now laying back onto the bed. He looks up at Dexter like an excitable puppy, as Dexter begins to straddle his legs, causing Simon to stay put. "Safe word." He says as he leans forwards and begins to unbutton Simon's shirt.

Simon swallows at the multi task in hand, as he tries to think of a word he may need to use and remember whilst distracted with being undressed by this sexy male. He closes his eyes and utters..."Batman".

"Batman?" Dexter raises an eyebrow, trying his best not to crack a smile.

"I like Robert Pattinson ok?" Simon replies almost offended. He thought it sounded cool!

"I met a guy once who looked like superman." Dexter begins...

"No." Simon interjects. "Batman is way cooler, plus his skills are all human born, so technically he is more of a super man than Superman..."

"Hey!"

Both Dexter and Simon turn their heads to see Jack standing by the door, throwing them daggers. He removes his hands from his pockets and slowly walks from where he was standing to go sit on a small armchair in the corner of the room. He sits, legs parted, his hardness visible through his smart trousers. He laces his fingers together as they rest on his stomach.

He looks straight at Dexter, whose wandering eyes were drawn to that place between his legs. He sees how Jack is turned on, it causes a rush to course through his veins, his own arousal now accelerating. He needs to focus, to give Jack one hell of a show. He looks back to Simon, who appears like he may just come with one touch. He grins a wicked grin as he utters, " Ok... Batman it is..."