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In a Brooklyn Brough of New York City there is a 3 room apartment. A cozy space filled with soft pillows and dirty dishes. Here live 4 friends; Betty, who works at 'Mystic Secret' a sex shop in downtown Manhattan; Mary, who works part-time in her family restaurant whenever she not studying for her law degree; Casey, who works at Jac Marie Mage but dreams of working a nice sit down job; Finally Tom, who works at a hole in the wall theatre by day and is a door dasher by night. All this so he can help his family afford his brother's medical care. And they're all about to find themselves crossing paths with one of the strangest couples in New York.
Casey was the first one to encounter the couple. Although they didn't know it at the time. It was a Thursday afternoon and they were interviewing at Novak Finance Advisor. Looking for a nice 9 to 5, office job where they can finally settle down. While waiting patiently, stood against a wall of private offices, looking out onto a large hall filled with cubicles offices. Casey watched their guide, a nice woman in a simple blue dress and blonde swinging ponytail, answer a grinning ginger lady's question about a particularly difficult to reach client.When their attention got suddenly stolen by a deep voice whispering a name in dark arousal. Not wanting to give a bad first impression by ears dropping, they kept their eyes trained forward. But as everyone knows you can still earsdrop with your eyes closed meaning against all their best efforts they still heard the same voice asking 'Can I touch myself' followed by a needy whine. Their heart jumped. What kind of work place was this? The blonde lady turned around.
'Sorry about that hun'
And they continued the journey to the interview room. But not without Casey sneaking a peek into the office, between the white shutters. Expecting to find a young couple pressed between each other's leg. Instead they were face with the view of a well dressed older man, with sprinkles of grey in his hair leaning over a laptop.
They didn't get the job. Mostly because they spent the entire thing distracted but they told themselves that it was because they were the last interview of the day and never stood a chance.
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Casey got home just after the sun set. Opening the heavy door and getting promptly blocked by the chain.
'Help!'
They yelled through the small gap, hoping their roommates didn't have blaring headphones on. Mary came running out.
'Sorry!'
She closed the door in Casey face, much harder then needed. A loud series of clicks and clanks could be heard as the safety feature was removed.
'Sorry. I was home alone'
Mary smiled sweerly, leaning in to give a kiss to Casey's cheek. Her lips were cold and Casey just knew she had been downing a dangerous amount of red bulls while studying. Casey was lucky Mary came to the door at all.
'How was the interview?'
Mary asked, keeping out of Casey's way as they took of their coat and shoes but never traveling more than an arms length away from her love. Casey sighed deeply before responding.
'Not good. Someone was either having phone sex at work or wanking off to a hallucination. Distracted me for the entire thing'
Mary squinted in confusion. Before turning to the kitchen, Casey followed politely.
'Your interviews are getting weirder, hun'
'I know'
It was true. After nearly a year of searching Casey was starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. They honestly thought this job would be different. A nice, respectable albeit boring office job. They still haven't decided if they're glad they didn't get it.
'Dinner? My Nona made you leftovers again'
Casey watched Mary pull out a large glass tub of deep red spaghetti. Nona always made the house left overs whenever Mary goes over for dinner, she does however demands that Casey get priority though.
'I love Nona's cooking!'
Casey also just loved Nona. Mary rolled her eyes kindly as she popped the tub into the oven.
'I know'
Finally turning around to give Casey their well deserved kiss.
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A few weeks later Casey was destined to meet the strange couple again. This time at her job at Jac Marie Maga. A upscale sunglasses hut. It was a boring shift. The shop was ridiculously clean in the way only designer shops could be. All the stock was already on display. Only the handful of over stock tuck away in the back. All fitting inside one large cabinet. They had been happily chatting away with their co-worker, Jude and the security guard, Freddie. Jude was regaling them with her stories from her last night out. Some guy cancelled so last minute her makeup was already done, so she called her mate who worked at an upscale pub in Brooklyn and begged for them to take her out after their shift. The night ended up with her in a group of 5. All walking home with the sunrise and heels slung over their shoulders. The guy was promptly ghosted after that. Freddie told her off for the late night and reckless behaviour in the way a father would. Shaking his head and saying 'Where do you find these men'
The antique bell rang. Letting everyone know about the 2 men who just walked in. One tall with brown hair and green eyes. His companopn was slightly shorter with a mop of black hair, dressed up in a suit and hands filled with shopping bags ranging from Gucci to TJ Maxx. Casey could've swore they're seen the man before, but just couldn't figure out where from. The first man scanned the store quickly before locking eyes on Casey with a brilliant smile. Casey could see if appeal, if she was straight. And based on the way Jude was already making a move to help. Casey wasn't the only one. They wasn't sure why but Casey felt the need to protect the poor guy from Jude less than savoury behaviour. Maybe it was the way he looked out of place amongst the $1000 plus merchandise with his ripped jeans faded T-shirt. The same way Casey looked on their first day.
'How can I help?'
He kind of just waved to the glasses surrounding them.
'I'm looking for some new glasses'
Casey smiled at him as sweetly as they could while preparing for their normal glasses monologue. Listing the different types. "Cat eye, square, wrap around, bottle cap" etc etc. There are only so many ways to design sunglasses. The green eyed man got excited by any that Casey have silly names to "Top-gun, John Lennon or Bug eyes" after 20 minutes of pleasantly talking, discussing films and his face shape. He was eventually torn between 2 near identical ones. Rectangle with thick frame. One just as over priced as the other. Casey gave him the black pair back to try on once again.
'Yeah? What do you think?'
He asked in earnest. Unfortunately Casey had tapped out of caring at the 15-minute mark as this now pushing back their lunch.
'Those are nice'
They were nice. They all have been nice. The only real advice Casey had given him was to stir him away from the wrap-arounds, that only serve to make him look like a douchy pop-star and one frame-less pair that gave him the appearance of a john Lennon wannabe who was to afraid to grow out their hair.
'Better than the other pair'
He asked while thumbing over the price tag. She hoped he didn't ask why they were $200 more than the other pair. Because honestly Casey had no idea. And neither did Jude or Freddie.
'Hard to say'
Casey knew they had to say something or else they'll be here for another half an hour.
'I guess it depends on your outfit'
He just nodded and hummed a 'right' as she talked.
'If you wear more neutral colours, I'd do the tan pair'
After a few boring seconds of humming, he piped up with his final decision.
'Let's just do both'
That worked for them.
'Good call. Than you're prepared for any occasion'
What occasion? They didn't know. The sun shining?
Casey walked him over to the counter and rang him up all $2300 plus VAT worth. They watched as he did a sly to his companion. The man had been keeping himself busy picking things up and putting them back down again. Until gave him that 'Shit or get off the pot' look he always been good at. Jude had tried to offer help 3 different times. Each time getting shooed away slightly more aggressively than the last time. The dark hair man was quick once summoned. Pulling out his swanky silver card and paid in complete silence. He picked up the bag, as the customer was already walking out. They all called out goodbye as they watched the man hold the door for his friend...? Partner...? Employee?
All 3 watched with great interest as the couple stopped a few paces outside the door. They shared a couple of short words to each other ending with the dark haired man looking at the floor bashfully as the slightly talker man gave him such a sweet smile it almost warmed your heart. Jude leaned over.
'Damn. I can't even get a guy to pull out a chair?'
Casey shook her head at Jude's antics. Finally declaring
'I'm hungry and owned my lunch'
They knew Freddie would tell Jude off and to expect more out the man she dated. The finally thing Casey heard from the shop floor was Jude saying.
'Maybe you should take me out'
And Freddie replying with.
'I am by far your elder'
Casey laughed to herself at their dynamic.
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Tom didn't much like working for doordash. His bike was a rickety old thing. It clicked uncomfortably loud when changing gear, the seat was more duct tape than anything and it always wobbled dangerously when the foot stand is put down. The shifts were long, late hours of racing across New York. All this to rarely get good tips. The people who did tip couldn't really afford to tip and the people who could tip never did. But it helped pay for his brother's medical treatment including the full time carers. So Tom did what he had to. He was generally considered a good looking and charming guy so he had a few friends scattered around who were always willing to put up a rush on his orders or stay open an extra 5 minutes where they could. Meaning overall it was a good gig, even if he did hate it.
Today Tom got an order he doesn't typically get. It was a toy from 'Mystic Secrets'. He'd gotten orders from there a handful of times but it was usually for last minute stag/hen do equipment. Never this. The shop closed in 10 minutes and he was 15 minutes away. So he called the shop and hoped Betty was the one who picked up.
'Hey. Betty from Mystic Secrets here'
'Hey, Betty. It's Tom'
He could practically hear the smile stretch dangerously across her face.
'Hello Handsome. What can I do for you?'
He tried desperately to control the blush building up his face at the mere idea of telling Betty about the vibrator he needed. He'd had a crush on Betty since they first moved in together. She was short with big shoes and long black hair.
'I need a favour. There is an order with a BIG tip. Can you stay open an extra 5 minutes?'
The tip was big. Nearly the same as what the actual item cost.
'Depends completely on how big this tip is?'
'$80'
Betty whistled.
'Okay. Can you give me a lift home?'
Tom tried to limit the amount of lifts home he gave Betty. It was a bad habit. As it was really hard to leave home again once you're there and more importantly the way he feels with Betty's arms wrapped around him made his heart go so fast he didn't think he could legally be classified as a safe driver anymore. And finally it was nearly impossible to leave Betty's side which usually led to him walking her all the way to the front door just to hear one more joke or story. And he would miss out on new orders. But he needed that tip and in the end he really didn't mind the minor heart attack Betty gave him.
'Okay, fine'
'I'll even get the item ready for ya. What is it?'
The blush came back in full force. He just about managed to get out the words around his clumsy tongue. He had never considered himself a prude before moving from the countryside to the big city and meeting people like Betty.
'A remote control vibrator'
Betty whistled again.
'Oh fun. Purple or blue'
Tom swallowed thickly.
'Blue'
'Perfect! See ya in a bit'
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20 minutes later and he rolled up to the garish pink blinking sign. Betty flicked the butt of her cigarette on the ground. Tom rolled his bike so he could comfortably stomp out the butt for her. Rolling his eyes at her carelessness. He'll never understand city folk and their refusal to stomp out their butts. Betty bounced up to him with a large square package wrapped under her arm.
'What time do you call this then?'
Tom said nothing, just smiled sweetly as he handed her his helmet. The one he promised his mum he would wear. She popped the package into the storage compartment before hopping on the back. Securing the helmet and wrapping her jewellery covered arms around his waist. He didn't much like riding without a helmet, especially after what happened to his brother but he would always choose to go without so Betty didn't have to.
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They rolled up to the big glass building in upside Manhattan. The type of building Mary would call a 'Mr Big Building'. They hopped off and Betty leaned comfortably against the bike promising to protect the old thing with her life if needed. Tom trusted her so didn't bother to lock it.
'Go get em tiger'
Betty called after him.
'You know I'm not the one using it?'
He yelled back, pressing the button to notify the door man of his arrival.
'I mean I could show you how'
That was the exact moment the door man opened the door causing Betty to laugh and Tom's blush to return in full force. Realistically he couldn't have known what was inside the brown paper bag but that didn't stop it from rocketing to the top of the list of most embarrassing things to happen to him. With his tail between his legs, he took the lift to one of the top floors and found the needed room number. He rung the door bell and waited. A tall dark haired man who looked worse for wear opened the door with a glaze over looked of confusion.
'Door dash..sir'
He reached the package out suddenly feeling very awkward. When the man took the package with a polite but quick 'thank you'. Tom suddenly realised why he felt so awkward. The man was rumpled in a way that said he throw on clothes because nudity is an impolite way to open the door. A raging boner paired with an open zip and what Tom hoped was toothpaste on his lower lips but was more realistically cum. He closed the door in Tom's face faster than needed. Probably having something else or more accurately someone else on his mind. Tom just about managed to keep his composer all the way to the life where the door closed with the illusion of privacy he huffed a short and surprised laugh. When he New York, he guessed. Or whatever the saying is.
Once downstairs and in the gentle night breeze. He saw Betty there. Leaned up against his bike. Looking like the type of girls he had posters of as a kid. All leather and attitude. The type of girls his brothers use to tease him about saying 'If he ever met a girl like that. She'll eat him alive'. They were absolutely right.
'How it go?'
She asked rounding the bike.
'It went well. Realised why they door dashed'
'Oh yeah?'
She asked.
'They were halfway through when I got there'
Betty threw he head back laughing before putting the helmet back on.
'It even matched his eyes'
They laughed together as they pulled out to get Betty home safe.
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The next day Betty was busy straightening out the shop window. Dressing the naked mannequins in lacy underwear and sequin bras. Lining up the vibrators and dildos in rainbow order. And organising the cock rings, cock cages as well as the necklaces with the keys on them to spell out 'Protect The Dolls'. As the sun reach it full height, a tall couple appeared. The brunette with green eyed stop the black hair and blue-eyes one. To point out of the nice cock cages. The dark hair one was definitely interested and similarly did not notice Betty standing there with a large pink and cherry scented vibrator in her hand. Just then Betty's boss Timi turned up to check on how stocking the store was going. He was a tall and thin thing with shaggy blonde curls.
'is this a one way window or something?'
Betty asked, feeling incredibly invisible.
'No. They can see us, they just don't care'
Timi replied causing. In all honestly this type of thing does happen a lot. Sexed up couples aren't known for being aware of their surroundings. But still seeing the brunette step to the side to shield them from being seen from the street, only to then cup the dark hair ones dick in full view of Betty and Timi is hilarious.
'Damn, the dick grab is brave though'
Timi clutched his pearls. As the dark hair one blushed and became breathless. The brunette whispered 'perfect' into his ears and Betty couldn't help but find it sweet. She always found it sweet to see all types of love no matter how freaky.
'I wish someone loved me up that much'
Bemoaned Betty. Timi just gave her a despairing look.
'Someone does love you up that much'
Betty knew about Tom's crush on her. She even had one back. She just wanted Tom to ask her out. Betty wanted to be swooped off her feet. Sue her.
'Tom's an idiot'
Timi laughed at that. Shrugging as he said.
'Your probably right. Straight men and bi girls don't have a great track record'
And Betty in particular had an even worse history.
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Tom was already finished with all the tasks needed to prepare for the next viewing of 'All Saint's Day' as he came in early. Betty was running late to her shift and asked him to give her a lift and even though it would make him half an hour early for work Tom just couldn't find the will to say no. So here he was with time to kill wondering how his managers picked which films to show. He figured it had something to do with at least 1 large blunt between them as they were always showing the niches films at the craziest time for example 'All Saint's Day' in June. But it was an easy job with good hours and even better pay so Tom kept his mouth shut dutifully.
He didn't expect many people to show up for the movie. A grand total of 10 people had rolled up before, to Tom horror. the man who ordered a vibrator from him yesterday strolled in. He prayed that he was so sex hazed in the moment he wouldn't recognise Tom. The entrance to the small cinema echoed surprisingly well. Giving Tom the unique pleasure of hearing their entire conversation. As the man from last night dragged his partner in to whisper
'And you just said that my cock is yours'
Tom considered himself far to country for this.
'That's romantic to you?'
Green eyes replied in just as much surprise as Tom was.
'Very?'
The biggest down side to working an indie, hole in the wall theatre is it surprisingly, an sex hot spot. With nearly everyone considering it the perfect balance of public to be adventurous but quite enough to feel private still. In fact it was such a sexual hot spot they had a spray bottle, crudely labelled 'cum cleaner'. The recipe was designed by the managers after years of experience and lots of trial and error. Their invention was something they were both very proud of and they often spoke how they could take it on shark tank to become billionaire's. Thank god they were too busy working or getting high to ever put the plan into action.
Blue eyes brought them popcorn, tickets, drinks and candy as if he just had a perfectly normal non sexual conversation. Thankfully he either didn't recognise Tom or was just playing it cool.
When Tom went to check how the crowd was doing he was deeply unsurprised to find a couple of stoned teens with a snuck in pizza at the back. They were allowed to bring in any food they want, but Tom thinks they like the thrill of it being naughter so doesn't tell them. And the couple from earlier making out with tangled hands. Nothing to worry about. He just popped the 'cum cleaner' into his cleaning basket ready for after the credits.
He will admit that he smiled to himself as he watched the couple leave with kiss swollen lips and quietly telling each other how perfect this date was going
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It was well after the sun had set and the Mary family restaurant was pleasantly filled. Busy with life and loud conversation. The small of good food filling up any empty spaces. Mary was helping wait tables. Flashing her charming smile and exaggerating her italian accent for tips. Her Father, Harry, used to tell her off until one night she didn't do the accent and got signigicantly less tips. He was now quiet verbally but his face still had disapproval written all over it.
'Mary. One more table and then you can go home, okay'
Mary's father told her. The tables were starting to thin out now and he knew Mary had plans tonight with her partner Casey and friends Tom and Betty. He acted tough but was a complete push over with one glass of Mary's puppy eyes. Nona was the actually tough one. However she was too old now to run the restaurant so Harry taken over now. Meaning Mary worked whatever shift she could and wanted too.
The last table was a couple. A nice grown up pair, well dressed if not a bit unmatched. But so was her and Casey. One was dressed in a pressed suit and greying hairs as the other dressed in relaxed jeans and t-shirts with a youthful skip in his step. But they looked happy, as happy as Mary was with Casey so she quickly moved on and got their orders. They ate slowly, far to focus on each other and their conversation.
In fact they ate so slowly that during their main, Casey had rolled up. Harry quickly got a pot of bread sticks for his favourite chold. As it was Mary's only table she had a minute to talk to Casey as she wiped down the empty tables.
'Darling'
Casey called to Mary, waving her over.
'Yes, Pulce'
Casey rolled her eyes at Mary nicknames.
'Remember the sugar couple I told you about the other day'
Mary nodded. Infact remembering the story of a young man who spent 20 minutes debating sunglasses just to buy 2 identical pairs and who partner wordlessly paid for everything.
'2 identical sunglasses?'
Mary confirmed.
'I think that's them!'
Casey was clearly very excited about this idea. But Mary wasn't surprised too much in all honesty because their cilentele often overlapped. With the rich wanting to slum it and this actually very nice and kind of expensive restaurant being as law as they actually willing to go. The greying on waved her over and Mary hoped it was to ask for the bill. But no luck. They wanted dessert and coffee.
While they ordered Betty had arrived, taking a seat next to Casey. Flashing Harry a charming pout begging for a slice of 2 of pizza. He gave in of course. He always did. Casey turned to Betty.
'That the sugar couple I told you about'
Betty turned to her.
'Identical sunglasses?'
Betty asked with all the ease in the world. Casey nearly bounced off their seat with excitement.
'Yes!'
Casey was used to having friends who not only listened to her endless stories but cared to remember the details.
'That crazy, because that couple were grabbing cock in front of Mystic Secret today'
Betty added. Casey's face was covered in shock. That a bit brave innit, they thought to themselves. Apparently Betty had moved past shock and well into acceptance as they casually explained.
'It's a sex shop, Case. People are gonna get horny and act crazy'
At that statement Tom walked in. Still in his bike jacket despite the desperately hot weather. He glanced at the couple and covered his face before scattering over to Betty and Casey.
'That's 3 times in 24-hours'
Casey and Betty gave Tom a look begging him to explain.
'That's the guy who door dashed the vibrator'
A remembering smile crossed Betty face causing Tom heart to flutter.
'And they came to the theatre to make out today. Now this?'
Betty and Casey ready themselves to tell Tom their stories as Mary turned back up, pulling out a chair to seat with them as she waited impactically for the desserts to be ready. Casey excitedly turned to Mary, grabbing her arm.
'You'll never believe it! We've all seen this couple. Me at work, Betty saw them grabbing cock in front of her shop and Tom sold them a vibrator and! saw them making out today in the movie theatre'
Mary looked at Casey overflowing with love at her partner telling her mundane news like it was the olympics or something.
'You know what would be crazy? If he was the guy from your interview Mi Amor'
As Mary said that Casey's eyes blew up wide.
'Oh my god....He is!'
They all laughed and Mary looked up just in time the man in jeans eyes slide off one of his shoes.
'I think I also seem them now'
In confusion the group turned to see him raise his shoeless foot to push into his partner groin. Blue eyes flushed red and leaned in. They all stared in shock before Casey broke the silence.
'In Nona's restaurant!'
When Harry came back to surprise them with a large margarita pizza. He asked what they were all looking at. All agreed silently and immediately that it was better if he didn't know. They all jumped into action trying to distract him. Mary took charge. Not wanting the couple to get kicked out and for her father to remain unaware of what happening in the dark corners of his family life's work.
Betty, Tom and Casey talked and laughed between each other devouring the pizza. The couple drank their coffee and ate their tiramisu. The foot and the blush never leaving.
A while after the bill, they got up to leave. The older one got on his knees to carefully put the younger one shoe back on. The same way a disney prince might. The younger one caressed his face like it was the most fragile thing in the world. This they couldn't stop Harry from noticing. He gave the group a confuse and offended look. Deciding in the end to shrug it off and went back to the kitchen to start cleaning up for the night. Not wanting to know the depth of this couple freakyness.
'good for them'
Betty finally broke out. They all agreed. Good for them.
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Around 3 or 4 weeks passed before they got to see the couple again. They had all agreed to keep each other informed. Even nicknaming them 'Green eyes' and 'Blue eyes' to make it easier. They also agreed it was a weird feeling knowing so much about someone sex life without knowing anything else about them including their names.
It was at 'Mystic Secrets' that green eyes finally re-emerged. He came in and looked through the cock cages. Betty, nosy and charming as always, came out to help him. Making him jump a little.
'Can I help?'
Green eyes blushed a little before gathering the confident to say yes.
'I'm looking for a cock cage'
He stated a little nervously. Betty calmly explained the difference between metal, silicone, and resin cages as well as the differences between a micro cage and a fully restrictive cage. She saw him taking pictures of the ones peaking his interest so leaned over.
'Texting your playmate'
Green eyes blushed deeper and told her the bare bones. They've been together for little over a year now, but only been meeting in person for play session for about 3 months.
Hearing that it only been a sort time she tried to get him to go for a lighter or less restrictive cage to start but he had his heart set on a metal, fully restrictive cage. Worried they might find it a bit much, she did manage to convince him to get a silicone cock ring as well. Pointing out how it looks a like a bracelet so they could get their sub to wear it in day to day life. As a constant reminder. The cock ring was a beautiful which he mention would match his boyfriend's eyes. Betty nodded along as if this was brand new information.
Green eyes walked out of 'Mystic Secret' with $120 worth of merchandise. Betty leaved work with information to share with the flat.
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A couple days later it was one of those rare days where no one had a late shift, even Tom. So they were able to go on a night out together. The last time this happened was almost a month ago. When the group was at Nona's Restaurant and realized they were all running across the same strange couple. Casey's co-worker Jude had managed to swing them a table at a posh bar in Brooklyn. The bartender was currently boy no.3 on her roster and was completely obsessed. So with a handful of drink tickets, a carefully made budget and a dream they set out to live like the rich and fabulous for one night.
Mary and Casey were the first to arrive. As they wanted to spend a bit of time as a couple before the other arrive and it all got a bit hectic. They dressed in their best party outfits, sat comfortably tucked away in the corner of the bar. The perfect place to wave over drinks without being stuck in the hustle and bustle of drunk and coked-up bankers. Mary with her Cosmo and Casey with her limoncello. They chatted casually in the way you can only do once you have a few years under your belt. They had 5. They discussed family events, upcoming anniversaries, Tom and Betty will they/won't they. Both filled with the warmth of love and strong liquor.
Casey pointed out Green eyes lowering himself on one of the way to tall bar seats. The type designed to display women and their long legs. Casey heart tugged at the familiar sense of being out of place. Feeling like the only being from down town forced to blend in with the uptowners. A feeling they knew well. They had finally learnt how to blend into the more upscaled places but it was a a steep and uncomfortable learning curve. Mary knew what the look in Casey's eyes was. Having been there for there for the whole dreadful journey holding their hand.
They both considered making a trip over when Blue eyes slid in next to him. As cool as a cucumber. They sighed a share relief. Blue eyes was undone in a perfectly planned way that made the couple look well suited. The pair chatted lightly, gesturing to Blue eyes drink. It was all very sweet. Casey and Mary nearly lost interest until Green eyes pulled Blue eyes drink closer, leaning over seductively spitting in his drink. They side eye's each other a little as they watched in shock. Blue eyes titled the glass and head back. The salive slid gracefully into his mouth. Swallowing. A small smile etched onto Casey face. A look that Mary recognise as trouble. So she covered her cosmo with the palm of her large hand.
'Don't even think about it'
Casey laughed mostly to themselves, leaning over to kiss Mary cheek. When they looked back Green eyes was back to being alone. But this time a lot more pleased with himself. The urge to go over and make friends have long since left. Betty was enough of a freak for the both of them.
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About 15 minutes later Betty and Tom were walking down the street smoking their first blunt of the night. A scruffy thing Tom put a lot of effort into rolling on the rattling subway. His scrunch up nose was cute enough that Betty won't mention the fact the paper was already peeling at the seam. The weed was doing exactly what it needed to do. The walk from the station to the bar took less time than expected so as the polite citizen they were, they pulled up to a dark nook on the opposite side of the street to finish smoking.
'You want the roach?'
Tom asked as Betty usually did. Having the highest tolerance of the group, she did every last bit she could. Meaning she was more then willing to finish it up. Throwing it on the ground carelessly as always and Tom stomped it out as always.
'I don't understand you city folk sometimes'
He smiled as he said, shaking his head lightly. Over the years he learnt to not mind stomping out Betty butts, even growing to love it.
'You don't country boy?'
She asked with a smile filled with delicious venom.
Tom turned to head inside but Betty caught him and forced him to look back at her. Her eyes wide and looked straight past his left shoulders. Her hands were warm and comforting through his denim jacket.
'It's them'
She whispered, still looking past Tom's shoulder.
'Who?'
The stupidity of that question is the only thing that got Betty to look back up at Tom with her eyebrows raised.
'Guess.'
He tried to turn around to sneak a peak at what Betty was on about. He saw Blue eyes and Green eyes stood still on the toher side of the road. A few paces away from the entrance of the bar. Plenty of room for them to get by quietly.
'We can get by'
She looked him like he suggested they and start up a fight.
'They are clearly busy right now'
He did not believe her. He knew that she was nosy. And to be honest so was he. And no one could call this couple boring.
'Oh yeah. Your making us stay here for the right reason'
'30%'
The cheeky smile she have him made Tom insides melt. It always did. So they stayed there, tucked way in one of the many dark corners of New York City. Tom's black denim blending them in as he stood in front of Betty keeping her hidden. Both sets of eyes flickering between looking at each other and watching the strange couple.
Blue eyes and Green eyes look into each other eyes sweetly and filled with devotion. Blue eyes suddenly starts lowering himself so he was kneeling on the dirty New York street. Tom and Betty struggled to keep their gasps quiet as their jaws dropped in time. Watching Green eyes grabbing blue eyes lower lips gently, to hold it open as he leans over to spit into the open mouth. With their jaws now dropped all the way to the floor. They looked at each other briefly to make sure they were in fact seeing the same thing. The moment is sweet as few words between one couple and a shocked silence between the other. Green eyes raised to his full height, eyes looking down as Blue eyes bent down all the way to place a soft kiss to the top of Green eyes shoes. They continued to watch unable to turn away as Green eyes helped Blue to his feet. Embracing each other in a kiss that you of old hollywood movies. Fingers tangled in hair, finger tips hidden under waist bands, hands rubbing his back and grabbing a handful of arse. It was all very intense and romantic.
'GO GET IT!!!'
3 loud girls, dressed in silver and gold yelled out in support. Breaking all 4 of them out of the intense trance they've been stuck in. Punching a startled laugh out of Betty.
'Oh my god'
Tom joined in laughing quietly at the whole scene. Especially their behaviour. Watch the happy couple walk away. Green eyes arms wrapped around Blue.
'That was crazy'
Betty sputtered out
'Kneeling? On the dirty street? And kissing the shoe? That they were walking in? In New York?'
Tom summed up. Still in a whisper even though he didn't really need to be.
'I don't know. It's kinda sweet'
Betty defended.
'New York though? Famously dirty. New York'
Betty rolled her eyes as Tom struggled to understand.
'Are we too dirty for you? Country boy?'
Betty pushed by and with that they finally walked into the bar. Sharing a wide entertained smile.
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'You will never believe what we just saw'
Tom shouted too Casey and Mary skipping all kinds of hello.
'Actually. I think we will'
Mary replied. They proceeded to swap stories ending with them all deciding to just be happy for the strange couple.
'I don't know. It's sweet. I mean I don't know anyone who would do that for me'
Betty said encouraging the group to see the more romantic side once again. She had an almost sad look in her eyes. One that pulled at Tom's heart strings.
'I would'
He blurted out.
'You were just saying how disgusting New York is'
Betty obviously didn't believe him. He wouldn't even make a move let alone get down on the floor of dirty, dirty New York for her.
'I know'
Tom said it in a way so filled with conviction Betty wanted to believe him. Instead of hurting herself by entertaining this fruitless endeavour. She changed the topic.
'Anyway! We need more drinks. Next round on me!'
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3 weeks roll by filled with dates, flirting and working. Each person keeping themselves comfortably busy. Betty was working her 4th day in a row at 'Mystic Secrets' when Green eyes wandered back in. Timi saw him first and had a talent at reminder most if not all his customers.
'Hello hun, how did the cage treat you?'
Green blushed a deep crimson surprise that he was remembered.
'It's been good... thank you'
He replied unsure and still bright red.
'Stunner! Well if you need anything don't hesitate to ask Betty there'
He pointed to where Betty was leaning on the counter. She waved at Green eyes politely deciding to let the poor thing wander off by himself. Give him a chance to cool off after the Timi attack. Owning a sex shop does make one forget about social rules and cues. Even just working in a sex shop makes one forget.
Betty watched him carefully pick out a leather leash and collar set. One in a simple but elegant design. Green eyes also picked out a scented candle, taking time to smell each one. After spending 10 minutes staring at the different straps on, trying to figure out the differences and which one would work best for him. He finally gathered up the courage to give Betty an anxious look. Causing her to adventure over.
'Need help?'
He scratched the back of his neck.
'Yeah. A little'
'It's okay. Same playmate as before?'
Betty replied. Trying to comfort him and endlessly curious. He blushed at all the memories and nodded. Betty walked him though all the different types of strap ons and what exactly makes each one unique in both good and bad ways. They settled on a 3 strap system in the end as he could position it a little higher on the body. As his fantasy was to look at his play mates dick as he ride the strap on. She had to admit it was an interesting idea that she would've never thought of herself. They then look at the wide selection of gags. After another long discussion he settled on a heart one that Betty happened to also owned and could personally vouch for its comfortability. He also brought one that had a dildo connection point. Betty just about manage to convince Green eyes to start small and build explaining how it can be very overwhelming to see a cock coming out of your mouths. So he brought a small kit of different dildos that grew it size. He listen to Betty carefully. She could see the cogs in his brain move as he made plans in his head. It brought her a sense of comfort to know that he cared for his play mate so deeply. In the shop they have a handful of doms who come in and clearly don't care. Only ever wanting to take and never give.
As she rang him up he last minute decided to buy a dick moulding kit. They mostly sold it as a gag for hen nights and going away presents. But Betty did have faith that this inventive young man could make it work in a deeply sexy way. The final total was a tidy $300.
'Tell me how the strap idea goes?'
Green eyes smiled politely and agreed to come back. Timi of course overheard. As Green eyes skipped out the shop Timi leaned over to Betty and asked.
'Strap on plan?'
Betty explained the idea. That he was going to leave the real dick untouched and give the strap on all his attention. He nodded thoughtfully, carefully examining it over in his mind's eye. Finally nodding and walking himself over to the strap on section. Betty smiled to herself at her boss strange behaviour. She couldn't wait to share her new discoveries with her flatmates.