Surprisingly, no

After a ten-minute cooldown, Nicole approaches the staircase to Marcus's apartment. Tentatively she ascends the stairs and halts outside his door, then knocks softly. From inside she hears him bellow for her to enter. She enters and is immediately struck by how well-designed and immaculate his apartment looks. She never thought this rundown place could have been made to look so nice, but he did it.

The living room features bold, dark colors with occasional splashes of lighter tones. The furniture has a sleek, modern design with silver accents that catch the light. On the walls hang abstract paintings featuring silhouettes of people. When she looks closer she gasps as she realizes they're engaging in intimate physical acts. Leather and fur are strewn around the room to add an extra layer of sophistication and comfort. The overall feeling is one of luxurious masculinity, as if it is a place for a powerful, uninhibited man to relax and unwind.

Nicole hears cutting coming from the kitchen and peeks in. She has to stop herself from gasping when she sees Marcus wearing a green and gold silk bathrobe. It hangs open showing his well-chiseled chest. He flashes his trademark smile. "Why don't you hop in the shower while I finish up these ahi tuna salads?"

He was making her dinner. Her heart fluttered, but she couldn't shower and get back in these awful clothes. "That's okay, I'll get cleaned up at home after dinner. And thank you!"

He shakes his head. "I insist. Shower, grab one of the red robes from the closet, and come back to relax. We need to talk and I don't want you get your, uh, sweat all over my leather chairs."

Nicole blushed. She realized he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. He was making her dinner and wanted her stripped down. There wasn't any doubt in Nicole's mind where this was leading and she was all for it. Her Discord group would be so proud. The bathroom was as stunning as the living room. The floor and walls were as black as obsidian with silver veins running through them like liquid mercury. A wide shelf above the sink held all manner of candles, massage oils, and products for getting clean. The double basin sink was a rose marble. What struck Nicole was what was on the sink - four electric toothbrushes. Each one featured two letters on the base: "M.S.," "T.O.," "C.P," and "Y.W." She guessed the first was for Marcus as his last name was Stewart. Who did the other three belong to?

She pulled back the glass door and looked at the shower. It was huge. She didn't understand how he could fit it in his apartment. Two spouts were in opposing corners of the ceiling, like an oversized rain showerhead. A line of smaller water jets along opposite walls at regular intervals could be controlled separately using the hand pulls attached to each wall. The shower also featured a bench, which Nicole considered to be one of the classiest features a shower could have. One built-in shelf contained a variety of soaps, shampoos, and, Nicole spied, water-activated lubricant. She blushed again. The other shelf made her entire body flush. On it was a stainless silver dildo, two water-proof vibrators, and four butt plugs. Just as with the toothbrushes, three of the plugs featured initials on the toothbrushes, but minus the "M.S." The fourth was simply a red jewel.

Nicole started to feel eager about this experience. Handsome, healthy, proficient Marcus possibly shared her kinky libido. She didn't waste any more time. Nicole stripped and started to shower. As she washed herself she couldn't help but fantasize about the door opening and Marcus walking in to have his way with her. He'd sit on the shower bench and she'd climb on his lap. He'd kiss her with that mouth full of perfect teeth as she lowered herself on what she imagined to be a beautiful and thick cock. Even though he was feet away in the kitchen she couldn't help but start masturbating. "I'm going to put your initials on this one," he would say as he pressed the red jewel plug into her ass.

That's when the idea hit her. Maybe he would be excited to learn that she took the initiative and wore the plug to dinner.