Brandon unlooped his arm from the stud's bicep and walked over to Christian. The blond now looped his arm in his all-American boy's bicep. "Yes, military, football player - Christian you played football. Black belt." Brandon stressed each of Derrik's points.<br/><br/>Brandon beamed. "That black belt will be perfect on leather or daddy nights. We do have them." He smiled at Derrik. He motioned with his free arm. "Look at his tats Christian. He's made for the part. I mean, I wouldn't fuck with anyone in this place with him standing at the door. Well...unless I paid for it, and the guy accepted. And on leather night...um...yeah."<br/><br/>"Can we just hire him?" Brandon asked.