Workin' Stiff

Cody Foster trudges to his shoe shine stand, rubbing elbows with the grind for a handful of bucks each day. Today, though, the air shifts. Brad Stone strides up—dark eyes piercing, body carved like a statue— and drops into the chair. Cody's pulse quickens at the sight of this chiseled Adonis. Eager to dazzle, he skips the usual rag and polish. Instead, Cody's tongue traces the leather boots, lapping slow and deliberate, adding a glossy sheen that gleams with forbidden heat.