His App

In a posh pub downtown, the lively atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the somber and serious demeanor Lucas usually wore. Sitting beside him was his childhood friend and eternal source of chatter, Jon. With a mischievous grin, Jon couldn't help but unleash a torrent of words, teasing Lucas about their unexpected outing.

"Hey, Lucas! What's so special today? It's a rare occurrence for my genius friend to ask me out. Didn't you just reject me last week, claiming you were super ultra busy working on a new drug? Did you knock your head on your bed frame today? Are you still Lucas?" Jon rattled on, barely pausing for breath.

Lucas rolled his eyes at Jon's noise pollution, contemplating whether he could revoke the invitation altogether. "Shut up, or you can leave now," he grumbled, hoping to quell the incessant chatter.

Jon, unfazed by the response, playfully pretended to zip his mouth, mimicking the act of sealing his lips shut. However, after a few minutes of silence, curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist peeking in again.

"No, seriously. Is there something going on that you need a listening ear for? I can't imagine the workaholic Lucas inviting me out for a drink out of the blue!" Jon inquired, his eyes gleaming with genuine concern.

Lucas sighed, realizing there was no escaping Jon's relentless curiosity. "Nothing, really. I just thought I should relax a little," he replied.

" Nobody will leave the office if I'm still there. I'm not sure how the rumors started, but they probably think I'll fire them on the spot if they dare to leave before I do,", Lucas chuckled.

" Well, won't they be fired?", Jon asked sheepishly.

Lucas smirked, amused by the absurd notion. "I'm not an abusive boss, Jon. As long as my team completes their duties, they can leave whenever they want. It's just a misunderstanding," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

Jon leaned back in his seat, surveying Lucas with a discerning gaze. "I think you appear too intense, my friend. Perhaps they don't feel at ease around you. You need to let loose and relax a bit more," he suggested, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Working on my new drugs and focusing on the formula is relaxing to me," Lucas grumbled, his passion for his work evident.

Jon leaned back, a mock look of surprise on his face. "Ah, yes. Genius works differently from us mere mortals. But tell me, when was the last time you socialized? You seriously need a love life. Maybe love can soften you a little and bring you back to the mortal world," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

" What type of girls are you into? Maybe I can introduce someone for you.", Jon said excitedly.

Alcohol seemed to play a part in loosening Lucas's inhibitions, allowing him to open his heart more freely. The topic of his attraction, or lack thereof, became a subject of discussion.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. So far, I haven't felt attracted to any girls," Lucas admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jon dramatically covered his chest and scooted away, pretending to be alarmed. "Ermm... You're into guys? Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, but I'm as straight as a ruler," he explained, his tone exaggerated for comedic effect.

Lucas rolled his eyes, his exasperation apparent. "No, Jon. I'm pretty certain I'm not gay. Even if I were gay, I think I would prefer someone without a beer belly like you," he retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Jon, ever the persistent inquirer, continued his line of questioning. "Then, are you asexual? Low sex drive? Objectophilia?" he probed, unable to resist the urge to uncover the truth.

"F**k you," Lucas replied curtly, his frustration mounting.

Jon raised his hands in mock surrender, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "No, seriously! Don't you have any sexual desires? Like, things that turn you on?" he persisted, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Lucas shook his head, a mix of amusement and annoyance washing over him. "Hardly, Jon. Just the usual bodily reactions in the mornings," he admitted, his tone dry.

A lighthearted banter ensued between the two friends, the topic eventually coming to a close. However, Lucas couldn't help but ponder his own lack of sexual desire. As he reached home that night, a curiosity gnawed at him, prompting him to delve into research about sexual desires and drives.

As if by fate, an advertisement popped up on his screen, catching his attention. "Looking to explore your hidden sexual desires? Join Lovibles now. All confidential. 100% satisfactory rates!"

Without much thought, his finger clicked on the advertisement, curiosity getting the better of him.

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After filling out his profile, Lucas was prompted to select his preferred type:

[Dominant, Submissive, or Open to Explore.]

He hesitated, unsure of which option to choose.

"Open to explore, I guess," he clicked hesitantly, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

[Please wait while the app connects you with like-minded individuals.]

A notification appeared, indicating that there was one Dominatrix online. It offered him the opportunity to apply for an interview with her.

Lucas's eyes fixated on the photo of the Dominatrix. She wore a mask that obscured her face, adding an air of mystery. Her black lace lingerie hugged her curves, and her ample bosom threatened to spill out of the delicate bra. There was something strangely familiar about her, a sense of recognition that sent a tingle of arousal through him. Intrigued, he decided to take the plunge and applied for the interview.

"Applied for interview," the app confirmed. "Your face will be censored for confidentiality. If you pass the interview, you can proceed to sign a binding contract with the Dominatrix. If you fail, don't despair; we will assign a new Dominatrix to you soon."

Lucas chuckled confidently. "Fail? I've never failed anything in my whole life! I'll definitely ace this," he declared, his competitive spirit ignited by the prospect of a challenge.