BDSM

You glance down nervously at your high heels in the back of the limousine. You're parking at the foot of the red carpet, at yet another music awards show, and your entrance is only seconds away.

The door opens and you hear the people cheering your name. It's quite humbling honestly, but you try to ignore it as you step out onto the carpet, flashing a dazzling smile.

You scan the crowd of people, your eyes locking in on a few select cute guys.

There is a tall guy wearing a black blazer, which perfectly matched his dark hair. His eyes are blue and captivating, and you feel like he knows what you're thinking at any given moment.

There's a shorter guy, with sandy blonde hair and tanned skin. He wears a V Neck T-Shirt, and you immediately assume he's a surfer, or something of the sort.

Your eyes drift to one final person. He's a brunette, with average build but bulging biceps showing right through his casual coat. His posture tells you that he's very conscious of the world around him, and almost never taken aback.

"See someone you know?" Laughs one of the security guards as you stare past him at the guys.

"Yeah..." You murmur. "Could you tell him to come meet me backstage for a moment?"

"Sure thing." The guard smiles politely. "Which one?"