While working in a Dublin nightclub, Liam becomes obsessed with a beautiful patron whom he names Silky, because of the man's extravagant furred coat. It inspires countless wonderful fantasies but what happens when he's caught at play? A short erotic tale of "fetish fun!"
Although Liam was sturdy and strong, of average height, and reasonable good looks, with his unruly copper red hair and shy gaze, few people ever looked at him twice even though as “hat” check boy at a popular night club, he took into his care their personal belongings, some of which were quite expensive. Yet Liam watched everyone, and one was his favourite.
A young man, had caught his eye, and not just because he was tall, slender and beautiful, with flowing blonde hair of an icy, spectacular hue, but because of the fabulous coat he wore: a floor length affair of dark grey wool with black, luscious fur, long and thick at collar, cuff, hood and hem. Its interior was lined with black silky fabric, slippery and cool yet shimmering with warmth at the same time.
In Liam's twenty-year-old head, forever swirling with dreams and fantasies, "Silky" was the nickname he’d given the object of his infatuation. Whenever the young man and his escort entered the club, Liam nearly fainted with fear and excitement, having to force himself to reach out and take the garment, then hand over the numbered chit without making an ass of himself. And though he loved the look of him, Liam could barely suppress his desires until Silky passed through the purplish velvet curtain that divided foyer from the club proper. He could barely wait to slide his hands into the dark folds of the coat to feel the lingering heat of the man's flesh, to rub the fur over his face. He risked being turned off upon the instant if discovered, yet every chance he could steal, he would caress those secret folds.