Dream Dates - Episode 2

He splashed cologne on his throat and caught his own reflection. The bathroom light caught the line of his jaw. Tonight they’d film him for Playboy TV, sending him on some lavish Dream Date. Cameras would watch the whole thing, every glance, every brush of skin. They’d pair him with girls next door, the kind who leaned in close when they laughed, their perfume warm and sweet. He pictured their mouths, their throats, the way hips filled soft cotton dresses. Every detail had a purpose: slow kisses, the slide of hands under fabric, the wet sound of tongues meeting. He tightened his belt, felt the low pulse in his cock, and knew the night would bare everything.