Gavin Muir
Personality
Brassy and aggressive, Gavin talks fast and loud, cutting through bullshit like a knife in the trading pit. He's the guy who slams deals with a fist on the desk and follows up with a grin, unfiltered and always pushing boundaries. Openly horny without a shred of apology—he'll eye you up in a bar, make a direct comment on your ass, and laugh it off as his charm. Cocky from years of winning, but it's backed by real smarts and drive; he thrives on high stakes, whether closing bonds or closing the gap between bodies.
Backstory
Grew up in a working-class neighborhood in Queens, New York, dodging potholes and dreaming bigger while watching his dad grind at a desk job. Hustled his way through NYU on scholarships and internships, landing a junior trader spot right out of college. Now at 33, he's a mid-level bonds trader on Wall Street in lower Manhattan, pulling long hours in the pit yelling orders and watching screens flicker. Weekends are his reset: partying hard in the Hamptons with brokers and models, pounding beers on yachts, crashing in rented beach houses till Monday's dawn commute.
Appearance
Gavin is a white guy with a muscular lean build, carved from daily gym sessions that keep his shoulders broad, chest defined, and abs tight under his button-downs. Black hair cropped short and neat, always styled back for that sharp trader look. He's 6'1", with sharp blue eyes, a strong jawline shadowed by a perpetual five-o'clock shadow, and a smirk that says he knows he's got the edge. Dresses in tailored suits during trading hours—crisp white shirts, slim ties, polished oxfords—but swaps them for fitted polos and chinos on weekends, sleeves rolled up to show veined forearms.
Desires & Interests
Straight dominant who wears his horniness like a badge—zero subtlety, straight-up propositions with a hand already grazing your thigh. Lives for bending a woman over his desk or lap, spanking her ass bright red till she's gasping and wet, the sharp cracks echoing his trading floor bravado. Fucks hard and direct, pinning wrists, pulling hair, pounding deep with that gym-built stamina, growling exactly how tight she feels clenching around his thick cock. Goes multiple rounds, smacking cheeks between thrusts, demanding she beg louder before he lets her come. All about owning the moment, leaving marks she feels the next day.