Lost - Two Timer series - 1. Chapter 1

Devin Murphy awakens late, only able to shower and dress in jeans, a button up cotton shirt and sneakers. He groomed his wavy black hair back and checked his fair complexion in the mirror. Even though he was in his thirties, he still got carded.

He figured he’d buy his breakfast and coffee once he got to work. He got on the J Bus headed south to his part-time job. The crowded bus yield one seat Devin found in the back beside a larger male who took up part of his. He sat close to the edge trying to avoid any physical contact as best he could.

The bus jerked along as people got off at stops, but even more boarded. This caused Devin to shift closer to the man beside him. He glanced sideways, giving the man an apologetic smile when, without warning the man grabbed his knee. Devin tried to jerk his leg away, but the man’s handheld firm to his prize.

“Hey, fuck off,” Devin ordered, in a low voice, not wanting to draw any attention. The man hesitated and removed his hand. Devin gave up his seat and stood the rest of his ride.

Six stops later he climbed off the bus and headed for his job, an adult erotic store called the Pleasure Hole. Devin found the clerk position two years ago.

The owner, Molly Basset, a red headed, middle aged hipster woman with a good head for business, style and forgiveness for his lateness.

He stopped at a local shop to get coffee. He walked the block and a half and rang the bell, the only way anyone gained access.

“Hey, Molly,” Devin said, entering the three-story building.

“You’re late again, Devin,” Molly said, from behind the counter opening merchandise. Her long red hair hung loose over her shoulders as black rim glasses framed her, mature, but radiant face.

Devin placed the coffee in front of her and smiled. The swirling scent of coffee and cinnamon grabbed her attention.

“Should I order breakfast?” he asked.

“I’ve already ordered, and we have a client downstairs.”

“All ready?”

“It’s not unusual,” she said, with a shrug. “Be a dear and handle him and above all make sure he buys something.”

“Well, duh.” Devin grabbed his coffee and headed for the black door called, Practice Room, painted in white letters leading to the basement.

Molly set up the cellar as a training room. Drill dummies used to demonstrate different pleasure devices.

Devin opened a second door that buffered the sounds from below so not to disturb the customers upstairs.

He wasn’t worried about being alone with the client who used whips and riding chaps. Molly also took precautions; first they must have a picture ID, unexpired, that they leave with her. Second, security cameras recorded everything. Molly permitted him to carry pepper spray in case the client takes things to the next level. And, the call button guarantees the police will be there in minutes.

Devin entered the room, eyeing the rolls of prop dummies along the back wall.

The various displayed tools of punishment all different shapes, sizes, and colors, secured in cages on the opposite walls.

The client stood with his back to Devin staring at riding crops. Long black hair reached the middle of his back.

“Good morning, my name is D, how can I help you?” Devin said, keeping his distance to the man until he was sure he was there to buy and not to act out a fantasy. The man turned and to Devin’s shock, he recognized him right away. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Anton Potter stared at the angry man and smiled not wavered by the hostility.

“Hello Devin.”

“Answer the question,” he snapped, clenching his fist.

“I came to see you.”

“I’m working. Get out.”

“Not until you hear me out.”

“There's nothing I want from you.”

“Oh yes there is, and you will listen.”

“Oh no I’m not.” Devin turned to leave, but when he grasped the door knob, it wouldn’t give. “Molly,” he said, turning to one camera just above the door. “Molly, the door’s locked,” he called.

“She knows because she locked it.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“I asked her to.”

“What?” he turned to Anton furious. “You told her?”

“It was the only way she would help me.”

“Help you? She should have thrown you out.”

“Devin, I know you’re mad at me but let me explain.”

“Explain what? How you abandoned me.”

“I didn’t abandon you. Tina kept you from me.”

“Lier! She told me.”

“Tina was sick Devin. She kept you a secret from me and your brothers.”

“Stop it, I don’t want to listen to your lies!”

“Devin, if you let me explain, things will become clearer.”

“Clearer? Like the orphanage she had to put me in because she had no money?”

“She had support. Damnit Devin Tina lied to you. She put you in that institution because you were in the way of her plans.”

Anton moved towards him when he held up the pepper spray.

“Take one more step and I’ll not only mace you, but kick the crap out of you.”

Anton backed away and looked at the camera and nodded. The door unlocked, and Molly walked in placing her hands on Devin’s shoulders.

“Calm down Devin. He’s leaving,” Molly said. Devin lowered the spray and allowed Molly to move him away from the door, so Anton could pass.

Anton moved by, not taking his eyes off Devin, who had matching raven hair, and eyes and reminded him of one of his boys.