Dameon: Down To Get Dirty

I pondered why Dameon asked me to lock the door to the bathroom when it was just him and another man. Dameon wasn't even gay to begin with from what I saw from his interactions with the opposite sex.

Regardless, I did as he instructed and removed the bathrobe as I got ready to wear the clothes he had handed to me. My cheeks flushed when I realised it was his clothes and not mine that he had handed to me.

I unlocked the door, peeking my head out as I tried to get his attention. Forgetting I was naked, I grabbed his arm to tell him off about the wrong set of clothes he had prepared for me when he freaks out and whisks me off back into the bathroom.

"What are you thinking?!" Dameon yell-whispers, shaking my shoulders after locking the door behind him.

"Wh-what? T-there is a stranger here, why are you asking me to dress like I just got railed by my boyfriend?" I held up his large sized shirt as he furrows his eyebrows and frowns.