Kendis could feel eyes on them as they walked to the bar. In hindsight, Kendis should have expected that. They had spent five minutes stripping to Jimi Hendrix, so, of course, people would assume that they were a dancer.

Kendis did the best they could to ignore the stares and waved down the bartender.

“Nice set,” the bartender said. “What can I get you?”

Kendis ordered the drinks for their table. The music changed to some upbeat K-pop song and even though they were winded a bit from the impromptu pole dance, it still made them want to move their body to the beat.

Kendis was bobbing their head to the music when they noticed a man take a seat at the bar.

Kendis pointedly ignored them, their fingers tapping on the bar.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” The man finally spoke.

Kendis kept their attention on the bartender, who was filling their order, and shrugged. “I’m just visiting.”

“Well, I was hoping to spend a little time with you.”

Kendis snorted and turned to the man. He was a white man, about a few inches taller than Kendis [five foot seven in meters]. He had dark brown spiky hair, a neatly manicured beard, and a roguish grin that made their heart speed up.

He was obviously rich, and not afraid to flaunt it in his three-piece bespoke Tom Ford suit and Italian loafers that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent.

“Is that the best you got?” Kendis snorted.

“Darling, I can promise you I only touched the surface.”

Kendis licked their lips and tried to ignore the zing of arousal that traveled down their body at hearing that.

‘I really need to get laid,’ Kendis thought to themself. It had been almost a year since their last encounter, and they had to be hard up if they were getting this thirsty over a stranger.

The man was handsome, but there was no way Kendis should have been this affected by him. Hell, they had spent most of their adult life in Los Angeles and in that city, handsome men were a dime a dozen.

Lucky for Kendis, the bartender came back with a tray of drinks.

“Thanks,” Kendis said as they reached into their wallet to pay. The man slapped a Black Amex on the bar.

“I’m paying for the pretty lady.”

Kendis winced. “Not a woman.”

The two men blinked at them, and then their intruder’s eyebrow rose.

“Well, I’m paying for this person.” The man corrected easily with a shrug.

“No, I can pay–“

“Kendis!”

Everyone turned to see Seamus running over to them with a big smile. Kendis frowned at their friend, because how much had they had to drink?

“Hey, Seamus.”

Seamus grabbed their arm and took them away from the bar and out of earshot of their would-be benefactor.

“Kendis, do you know who that is?” Seamus hissed in their ears.

“No, should I?” Kendis frowned. “He’s a bit of a prat.”

Seamus rolled his eyes. “That’s Tony Stark! Stark Industries? One of the richest men in America?”

Kendis’s eyes traveled back to the man who had been chatting them up. Their eyes raked over his body, noticing the way his suit molded to his body. A photo they had seen in a copy of Engineering Today flashed through their mind. Isiah had left it open in the front lounge of their shop to a photo that they could still see vividly in their mind.

It was a photo of him in a lab or a workshop with his wild hair slicked back and in nothing but a tight black tank top and a pair of sinfully tight jeans.

Kendis hadn’t cared what that article had been about, but they had thought about the photo while their hands were wrapped around their cock.

“Are you blushing?” Seamus asked gleefully.

Kendis coughed. “No. And he’s a rich douchebag, so what?” They shrugged, and Seamus gave them a long look.

“Your type is rich douchebags.”

Kendis sputtered, “No!”

Seamus put up a hand to stop them. “Two words: Draco Malfoy.”

Kendis winced because they’d had a brief fling with Draco Malfoy during their eighth year at Hogwarts. It hadn’t lasted long, but the sex had been fantastic.

“Look, it’s been a decade since Jo–”

“Don’t.” Kendis glared at him and looked away.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Seamus replied sheepishly. “But seriously, when are you going to get another chance to fuck someone like Tony Stark ever again?” Seamus shook his head. “This is Vegas, live a little!”

Kendis huffed and crossed their arms.

Seamus nudged them playfully. “I’ll take the drinks, and you go have fun. Groom’s orders.” And then Seamus walked back to the drinks and took them over to the rest of the table.

Kendis threw a look at Tony, and their eyes met. From this distance, the man looked like he wanted to devour them. And a big part of them wanted to know if he could back that look up.

“Sod it all.” Kendis thought to themselves and walked back over to Tony.

“Your…friend seems nice,” Tony said, obviously fishing for information.

“Yep, I have known most of them since I was a kid,” Kendis said with a sigh as they turned to see Ron arguing with Seamus, and then they turned and frowned at them.

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” Tony said as he followed Kendis’s gaze.

“Ron?” Kendis snorted. “He’s my best mate, and tragically straight.”

“Straight?” Tony asked, then blinked as he came to a conclusion. “Your–“

Kendis grabbed their drink and threw it back in one gulp before they turned to Tony and replied, “I’m transgender. You got a problem with that?” they challenged. As a rule, Kendis didn’t fuck bigots and if Tony Stark spouted transphobic shite, then Kendis wouldn’t hesitate to put him in his place.

“Oh.” Tony nodded. “Cool.”

“Cool?” Kendis repeated.

Tony leaned forward. “You are gorgeous, and I don’t really give a shit about gender or if you have a cock or a pussy. I just want to get my hands all over you.”

Kendis’s mouth suddenly went dry, and they licked their lips. “Okay.”

Tony reached over and put his hands around Kendi’s waist and pulled them close. That close, Kendis could smell his cologne, which smelled of sandalwood and vanilla.

And it was as intoxicating as the alcohol.

“I am going to be honest with you,” Kendis said as they licked their lips, their fingers caressing the length of Tony’s hard, firm chest. “You’re a prat.”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, that’s not the first time I have heard that.”

“But you are a hot prat,” Kendis said, their fingers tracing the open space of his collar. “And I’m horny.”

Tony’s hands brushed down their back and then grabbed their ass, pulling them closer. Kendis gasped as they felt the hard length of his cock pressing against their stomach.

“And I really want to sit on your cock,” Kendis continued with a moan.

“Oh, that is…” Tony coughed. “Absolutely something I can make happen.” He signaled to a huge man who had to be his bodyguard and took Kendis’s hand in his big, calloused one, and they marched out of the door.

“Have fun, Kendis!” They heard Seamus shout over the music. Kendis flicked him off and followed Tony out of the bar.

Welp, Kendis has decided to take Tony up on his offer. What will happen next? Well, you will find that out in the next chapter. The next chapter will drop next Thursday October 3rd! Before you make sure to check out the trans charities I featured and make sure to comment and share. It really does help get this story out there to more people!