Page 13 of Judging Duke

“Did you see who checked in yesterday?” Fabian asked. “Only Simon fucking Stroker.”

He looked around the room. A few of us, including me, looked at him, not having a clue what he was talking about.

“You mean the guy that checked in yesterday afternoon? Dirty-blond hair, scruff. That guy?” I asked.

I couldn’t say too much. I didn’t want to let on to anyone that I knew him.

“He said his name was Simon Fletcher,” Holly added.

“That might be hisrealname,” Fabian continued, “but his porn name is Simon Stroker.”

I spat out the coffee I’d just drunk. Porn name?

What the fuck?

“It’s not him,” Greg said. “I’ve watched loads of porn. He looks totally different.”

“I’m telling you.” Fabian held up his hands. “It’s him. I’d recognise him anywhere. What I wouldn’t give to have sex with him.” He gazed off into the distance, a smile on his face. No doubt lost in his own fantasy.

Colour me curious, but why would he be having sex with men? I’d only ever seen him with girls when he was younger.

“He’s straight, isn’t he?” I asked, perplexed, realising at the moment I’d almost given the game away. “He looked it, anyway.”

“He’s about as straight as wet spaghetti,” Greg said. “Have you not seen him ‘in action’?” He emphasised his comment with air quotes.

To be honest, I’d never watched much porn. Not as a kid and definitely not when I was working the streets. I lived the life; I didn’t want to watch it too.

I preferred the real thing, and now I thought about it, maybe I was the only guy in the room that didn’t watch any.

“So, he makes gay porn?” I asked again. This news was unbelievable.

“Yeah, look at this.” Fabian shoved his phone in front of my face, carnal grunts and groans sounding loud in the staff room.

There was no mistaking it. There was Simon in all his glory, pounding into a guy for all he was worth. For years, I’d imagined what he’d look like naked when all I’d needed to do was watch some porn.

“He not only stars in it,” Greg said, “but he has his own channel. I reckon he makes a mint doing it. He’s won a fair few awards too.”

“For having sex on screen,” I clarified.

“Yep. He’s hot as fuck, don’t you think?” Fabian turned the phone around, and his eyes grew wide.

“Put it away, hot shot. Time for work.” Holly stood and winked at me. She mouthed ‘later’, and I nodded, with little enthusiasm. I had no intention of meeting up with her later. Seeing Simon yesterday had dampened my libido.

Fabian followed her, still in his little dream world.

My primary goal for the day was to avoid the man at all costs for the time he was here. If I could do that, I’d be fine.

I knew the moment he saw me, all bets would be off. There was no telling what he would do.

I finished the rest of my coffee in relative silence, my mind whirling with the fact that the man I’d wanked over was a porn star. Not just anyone, but a gay one at that.

If only sixteen-year-old Duke had known, but I guess he’d got into it later in life. He definitely wasn’t doing it when I was around.

“You okay there?” Greg asked. He sat next to me on the grey leather sofa. “Something you need to tell us?”

“Nah, not that I can think of.” Telling anyone about our past association would surely raise more questions than I would be happy answering.

“Well, you’d best buck your ideas up. You have a massage with Mr Stroker booked in for midday. Aren’t you the lucky one?”

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