A/N:Thanks for reading. This is the first of many stories about my life working in the retail tuxedo business and the amazing sex that comes with sexy men in suits.
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It was in the process of evening closing that Tyler made a move on me. I just finished the register count and was packing my things when he came around and wrapped his arms around my side and front.
"You promised me a dance and I have yet to receive it." He whispered in my ear. His sweet lips where on my neck.
"Well some one is normally trashed by the time I get my dancing feet on." I stood still trapped in his arms.
"Tonight in the club, you are dancing with me." He kissed my neck again, now nibbling.
This was my coworker, and the guy I replaced in management. The same guy I had to prove I was better than, more responsible and mature. This was the same guy that the school girl in me had the hots for.
She won this round.
I gasped at his nibbles and leaned back ageist him. "we are going to miss the show if we stay here to long." His other arm moved around me, pulling closer. He kissed my neck more.
"I like the show here better." He pressed closer and looked down my shirt. "Promise me," he whispered sincerely and softly, "Promise me that if you have to pour me into the car tonight that instead of the bed you will lay me on the couch. You deserve to sleep in a bed." He nuzzled gently behind my ear.
"Tyler. Let. Go." I spoke slowly, drugged by this blonde's effect on me. I turned in his arms to face him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "Off." And he listened, slowly removing his hands from my back, over my sides and hips.
I returned to gathering my work and went back to cleaning. When he stated vacuuming I felt more relaxed. As I signed my names and codes on the final envelope that he handed me my bag. I switched tops right in front of him, as he did for me. A stretchy black tank top slipped over my shoulders and stuck to my breasts and hips. Tyler had a red button down shirt half removed as I turned around. His tanned skin gleaming in the low lights in the back room. He slipped a white undershirt over those amazing abs, wash bored stomach, and bony hips. He slipped a skin tight undershirt over it next, leaving it open. I pulled my hair out of the bun I normally wore it in and shock it out. After a few shakes and head bangs I left my hair alone.
He pulled his car up, taking his time as I locked the doors.
"I'm driving to.." He spoke as I sat next to him, his car happened to be a classic dark blue firebird. We pulled out the top T-bird windows. As we drove he put his arm around me. We blared the music, drove a hot car and I leaned into him enjoying the cool night.
When we arrived I found my group and got myself a beer. My beloved Aeryn, a transgender friend, was the first to say something.
"Tyler keeps looking at you." Aeryn wrapped my arms around hir waist and I kissed and nuzzled into hir warm chest.
"Lets give him something to look at." I ran my fingers over hir warm sides and back. Another of our group, Brandyn, came to us. He nodded towards Tyler down the bar downing another shot. We all sighed and Brandyn joined the cuddle fest. My hand slipped up Aeryn's shirt, running my nails over hir back. S/he gasped and nibbled on my ear.
And then the song came on. An older song from my youth, Tyler looked up at me among the warm bodies among my friends. He rose from his seat never taking his eyes off of me, then he took my hand. Slowly I dug myself from the warmth, rubbing all along Aeryn. Tyler backed me out on the dance floor and I let the beat take me away. Tyler matched my movements moving closer to me at every beat. His hands found my hips and I danced around his perfect body. Soon we were inches apart, his hands uniting our bodies, sweat poring and mixing together, our cloths sticking to our bodies. I lost myself to his hands roaming my hips and back, but most of all I lost ,myself to his blue eyes.
We danced for a few songs till he motioned for a drink. Brandyn took his place on the floor with me. With him I let out my inner slut dancing, bumping and grinding with him. Sometimes he would let a boy dance between us. I love my gay friend.
Soon the techno started pumping and beloved Aeryn started dancing with me. The smell of hir skin was intoxicating as we danced, as was the feel of hir soft flesh on the chest, bony hips, and the long legs. We pressed closer and my head nuzzled into hir neck. Hir mouth found my ear. We danced and rubbed ageist one another for awhile, then we kissed again, like most club nights. After a few long kisses I motioned for a drink. We lead each other off the floor wrapped in each other.
