DING.
It was late evening at Top Drawers. Tommy James was set to get his paycheck after his shift, which was almost over. His shift was mostly quiet. He took the advice of his co-workers and friend and tried to not flirt with the female customers. That is, until…
“Hi, um, would you tell me where your bras are?”
Tommy knew that voice. He looked from the corner of his eye. Yet another familiar pretty face caught him. He was finishing up sorting out panties. It was his very first high school crush, named Cassie. She was a year older than Ari and Tommy, and Cassie was going to college out of town. Also, Cassie used to live on Tommy’s street. So Tommy wondered, what was she doing here? Had the rumors about a man working at a lingerie shop reached her too?
“Yeah, in the back, Tommy will assist you. Tommy?” Tasha said.
“Yes, boss?” Tommy replied.
“Someone needs your assistance.”
Tommy nodded.
“Oh, and Tommy, after you get your check, can we talk?” Tasha said.
“Yeah. Am I in trouble?”
“No.”
“All I need to know,” Tommy said. He walked towards Cassie. Ari stopped him.
“Hey, Tommy…”
“Ari, I got a customer. Our shift is almost done.”
“It won’t take long. We still on for meeting my boyfriend, right?” Ari said.
Tommy reacted. He had almost forgotten about that. He wondered, why did Ari want him to meet her boyfriend? He’s seen her tits multiple times, willingly. He’s seen her masturbate multiple times… on purpose. She even sucked him off at Homecoming. Not to mention the panty thing. The two are close, but how close?
“Yeah. We’re still on. As long as you got a ride. I’ll meet him,” Tommy shrugged.
“Cool,” She walked away.
Tommy finally got to Cassie.
“Sorry for the delay, how can I be of assistance?”
“It’s ok, Tommy,” Cassie said, flashing her million-dollar smile that he remembered. “It’s pretty basic. You know me from back in the day. You checked my body out. Any ideas?”
“Not like that, I don’t,” Tommy chuckled. “You’re being vague there. Are you buying for yourself? A lucky man?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I’m just saying… you’re that cute, bubbly, innocuous type chick. By looking down there… I’d say… pink, lace, blue, or all of the above. Lace fits all three. Lace is regal. Lace is almost pure. As for bras… you’re clearly a buxom lady.”
“Nice way to put it,” Cassie said.
“C-cups are over there. You could go matching, or black. Everything goes with black. I think matching is easier,” Tommy said, eloquently.
“Tommy James… how the hell did you get this job?”
“Oh, a friend. I’ll be over here if you need me.”
“How’d you know I work here?”
“Oh. A friend,” She said, smiling.
Tommy smiled and began to walk back to the counter, when Tasha asked him a question.
“How do you know her, by chance?”
“First high school crush. She lived on my street. She was a cheerleader,” Tommy said.
“Oh, you would go for those…” Tasha said, with a smile.
“I ain’t got a type,” Tommy said, while Cassie walked up with her myriad of bras and panties. She promptly paid.
“Thank you,” Cassie said courteously.
“Have a nice day,” Tommy said, trying to be professional.
“Bye, Tommy…” Cassie said.
Tasha looked at Tommy, mocking her. Tommy sighed.
Not that much later was closing time. Tommy got his paycheck last. Ari was waiting for him in the car.
“You wanted to tell me something?” Tommy said.
“Yeah, Tommy… I just wanted to say you’re doing a great job here. You’re the first man that I didn’t have to fire because of creepy shit. You’re almost too good at this,” She said.
“Thank you. As someone here said to me; all you got to do is pay attention. Oh, and Ari taught me,” Tommy said, thinking that Ari taught him way more than the lingerie game.
“Oh, and speaking of Ari, are you two…”
Tommy got taken aback by that question. Nonetheless, he had to answer.
“No. No, ma’am. She has a man.”
“Oh. I apologize for prying,” Tasha said.
“We’re just friends that go back and forth from work together, you know?” Tommy lied, knowing that he was confused about his feelings for Ari.
“Well, okay. Have a nice weekend,” Tasha said.
“You too.”
Tommy walked to the car and got in.
“What took you so long? Tasha was talking to you for a long ass time,” Ari said.
“She just complimented how good I was… too good. And she asked if we dated,” Tommy replied.
“And?”
“I said no. I can keep a secret.”
“About that…”
“Oh, shit,” Tommy said. “What happened? Do not tell me… do not tell me…”
Ari looked at him.
“Oh, my god, you did. I am dead. I am so dead,” Tommy said, facepalming.
“I told him after we fucked one time a few days after Homecoming.”
“Uh… why?” Tommy said. Ari shot him a look of death. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
“My life is going to be in danger, is it, Ari?”
“Nah. He’s not that type of guy. I got you,” Ari said.
“Then I got you too, Ari,” Tommy replied.
Ari kissed him on the cheek. Tommy looked at her quizzically. She began to drive.
Fifteen to twenty minutes later…
They arrived at Ari’s boyfriend’s house.
“Stay here.”
Ari left the car to notify her boyfriend that they had arrived. A myriad of thoughts had entered Tommy James’ mind. What kind of guy was he? Was he jealous? Was he territorial? If so, Tommy didn’t actually engage in sexual intercourse with Ari. Was he one of those guys you stay from at any costs? If so…
“Tommy, he said he wants to talk alone,” Ari said.
“Shit. Pray for me, Ari,” Tommy replied, as Ari got back in the car.
Tommy James walked to the door in which he was standing in.
“So, you’re Tommy James. Heard a lot about you.”
“Likewise,” Tommy said.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to bring you a proposition. We both know that bitch inside that car is a slut. I want that pussy. I know you want it. Threesome action.”
Tommy thought about calling him out on him calling Ari a slut.
“Hmm… just curious, what’s your name? She didn’t mention it.”
“Mark.”
“Well, Mark, does she want one?” Tommy said.
Later, in the car…
“So, what’d he want?” Ari said.
“A threesome,” Tommy said simply. “And you wanted it.”
“What’d you say?”
“I said yes,” Tommy said, knowing his confusion and his lust for his friend Ariadne. Again, he questioned, what has he walked into now?