"You remember the safe word, yes?"
"Pineapple. Pineapple, right?"
"Very good. I hope the rope is not too tight?"
The man flexes and moves his wrist as I continue tying his limbs to the corners of the 4 poster bed inside the high end hotel room.
"They are ok, not bad."
"Good," I say as I finish.
"Shall we begin?"
Soloman Van Allen, commonly referred to as Mr. S., is a well traveled man. It's hard not to be though, when you're in his line of work. Well educated, Mr. S entered his line of work while attending university in London. A confident and good looking man, Soloman fell naturally into the life of escorting which helped tremendously with the costs associated with obtaining a quality education.
His weekends and some evenings were spent working for a local agency in London, which matched it's talent with client. The fact that Solomon is bisexual made him well versatile, and desired by the small selection of clientele that was made up of well-to-do couples. It was one of these couples that inspired Solomon to branch out away from the agency. To... freelance.
Solomon soon found himself spending the next summer primarily with the couple. On weekends they would fly him in to "visit". Neice, Monaco, Positano, and others. This, this lifestyle of jet setting would become the drive behind Mr. S. He would work the circles of high class, in places throughout Europe. When he would get bored, he would move on to the next city. Couples wishing to explore themselves, wives cheating on their husbands, husbands cheating on their wives, it did not matter. If his client was keeping their... let's say "personal empowerment sessions" hidden from their significant other, even better. It made it even easier to attempt to extort those clients that were less favorable and grateful for Solomon's time.
Yes, this was his drive. And his downfall. It would be on a trip to the Sochi Grand Prix where he would meet his next clients, and it would lead him to be trapped in this depressing place.