or something?”
“Why do you think your shirts ripped to begin with?” she asked as she examined a dark blue shirt. “Get something with quality. It’ll last a lot longer.”
“I guess.”
She handed me a few then headed to the dressing room. “Try these on.”
“Got it, boss.” I headed into the dressing room and shut the door.
She came in behind me and took a seat.
“Uh…what are you doing?”
“Watching you try everything on.”
“Won’t we get in trouble for that?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You sound like a pussy right now.”
I locked the door and glared at her. “Shut up.”
She pulled down her top and exposed her cleavage. “Or are you afraid of going to jail again?”
“You’re ornery today…”
She flipped her hair with attitude. “Let’s start the fashion show.”
I tried on the different t-shirts and they all fit. But they were a rip off. Hopefully, they would last longer than my old ones.
“Looking good.” She winked at me.
“Well, I look good in everything.”
She pulled some jeans off the hanger. “Try these on.”
I snatched them then pulled them on.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
“Geez, you’re bossy.”
“Just do what you’re told and I won’t be.”
I turned around and presented my rear.
“Your ass looks great in these.”
“Why, thank you.” I turned back around and undid the button.
Alessandra pulled my hands away then pulled down the zipper. A sinister look was in her eyes as she pulled the jeans down my thighs and yanked my boxers down, revealing my thick cock.
“You know I already went to jail for this once.”
She licked from the base to the tip.
Now I didn’t give a damn about going to jail.
“Then be quiet.” She took me into her mouth and did amazing things.
I gripped her hair and enjoyed it. It was the first time I actually enjoyed shopping. I’d have to take Alessandra every time I went.
***
Sawyer dribbled the ball then made the shot. “Haven’t seen you around much. What have you been doing?”
“You know, taking the streets and breaking hearts.”
He rolled his eyes. “How’s it going with your parents?”
“Great. I’ll have that money back in no time.”
“Wow, that’s an improvement. Whenever you talk about them, it’s only in a negative way.”
“Well, my escort is perfect. She knows exactly how to make my parents adore her. Everything is going according to plan and I’ll be getting that check soon. Then I can tell my parents to take a hike.”
“Problem solved.”
“Yep.”
He passed me the ball. “Are those new clothes?”
I looked down at myself. “Are you a girl? Who notices stuff like that?”
“Well, you’ve been wearing the same shit for years. And that doesn’t have a hole in it. That’s how I know it’s new.”
“Whatever.” I made the shot.
“So, this girl I went to high school with is coming to visit the city. She’s a model now.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Ooh…a hook up?”
“Yep. Whenever she comes into town, we fool around.”
“Where’s she from?”
“LA.”
“Lucky you. You’ll be busy all weekend.”
“That’s the plan,” he said as he dribbled the ball. “And you know what the best part is?”
“Huh?”
“She has a model friend.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“Oh…cool?” Why did I care if she had a friend?
“Cool?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of response is that?”
Then it hit me. I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. “Oh, I get it.”
Sawyer finally relaxed.
“You’re having a threesome? Dude, that’s awesome.”
“What? No. The girlfriend is for you. God, you’re an idiot.”
“For me?” I pointed at my chest. “Why?”
He stopped dribbling and tucked the ball under his arm. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah, never been better.” He wasn’t making any sense today.
“I just told you I have a model friend for you and you don’t even care.”
“Well…” I couldn’t think of an explanation for my behavior. “I can get girls on my own, man.”
He walked across the court toward me. “What’s the deal? You got a girlfriend or something?”
“No,” I snapped. “Hell no. Absolutely not.” Just the thought gave me a panic attack.
“Then what’s the deal?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m getting enough sex as it is. I don’t need any more.”
He raised a hand. “Okay, I’m calling a doctor. What guy says that?”
“Dude, I’m fine. Get off my back.”
“Seriously, what’s going on with you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been hooking up with this girl and it’s been really…” I couldn’t find a word to describe it. “Awesome.”
“So?”
“I haven’t really been looking around since.”
He grew suspicious. “You in love with her or something?”
“Fuck no. It’s just…why look for something when you already have a good thing going on?”
He stared at me blankly.
“It’s