South Coast Dating Service
“Here try these on,” as I shoved a pair of black Express jeans into Myke’s arms. “But these are too dark,” he protested. I didn’t care. My mind revolved more on some excuse to visit the dressing room section of the overly priced store.
::”Sean will help you over there if you need assistance in trying anything on,” the lady manager had told us when Myke asked to try something on. Of course prior to this I had opened my ears to the employee conversation that took place near us. The guy in question, Sean, the one who had kept looking at me and eventually smiled at me was talking to another employee. “So what are you doing tonight?” asked Sean. “Going to some party in HP, I like getting the straight guys drunk and messing with them,” eagerly replied the employee pride. “Really you do that kind of thing?” the question seemed not much for Sean’s own personal knowledge but rather more of a self curious one. “Yeah,” said the employee, folding a pair of jeans. “Well I don’t mind when gay guys mess around with me,” Sean said with a pinch of indirect focus at me standing three feet away.::
“Just try these on!” I shoved them once again at Myke who already had two pairs in his hands. Periodically Sean would walk back and forth to ‘drop something off’ and then would walk back. This time it was I who would visit his section of the store. Myke went into the dressing room as I stood outside. Sean stood about five feet away. A lightly red colored long sleeve held his muscular chest in place and were neatly tucked into his tight black dress pants that held both butt cheeks in suspension. A slight protrusion extended from his groin and down part of his leg. “You guys work on commission?”
::I had heard something about soandso has $1,325 already in sales::
“Well some of us do. I do but I only get 2%,” the Express for men God replied. This time I got a close up at his face. He had dark black ink stained hair that stood slightly up. After conversation, learning that he was from Texas, among other things Myke returned from the dressing room and we walked to the checkout area.
“Give this to him, I’m waiting outside,” I nervously told Myke, slipping him a piece of paper that read:
Call me sometime if you want
562 761 ****
Cory :)
With that Myke went back into the store as I stood across the way, and waited for Myke to return…..
::”Sean will help you over there if you need assistance in trying anything on,” the lady manager had told us when Myke asked to try something on. Of course prior to this I had opened my ears to the employee conversation that took place near us. The guy in question, Sean, the one who had kept looking at me and eventually smiled at me was talking to another employee. “So what are you doing tonight?” asked Sean. “Going to some party in HP, I like getting the straight guys drunk and messing with them,” eagerly replied the employee pride. “Really you do that kind of thing?” the question seemed not much for Sean’s own personal knowledge but rather more of a self curious one. “Yeah,” said the employee, folding a pair of jeans. “Well I don’t mind when gay guys mess around with me,” Sean said with a pinch of indirect focus at me standing three feet away.::
“Just try these on!” I shoved them once again at Myke who already had two pairs in his hands. Periodically Sean would walk back and forth to ‘drop something off’ and then would walk back. This time it was I who would visit his section of the store. Myke went into the dressing room as I stood outside. Sean stood about five feet away. A lightly red colored long sleeve held his muscular chest in place and were neatly tucked into his tight black dress pants that held both butt cheeks in suspension. A slight protrusion extended from his groin and down part of his leg. “You guys work on commission?”
::I had heard something about soandso has $1,325 already in sales::
“Well some of us do. I do but I only get 2%,” the Express for men God replied. This time I got a close up at his face. He had dark black ink stained hair that stood slightly up. After conversation, learning that he was from Texas, among other things Myke returned from the dressing room and we walked to the checkout area.
“Give this to him, I’m waiting outside,” I nervously told Myke, slipping him a piece of paper that read:
Call me sometime if you want
562 761 ****
Cory :)
With that Myke went back into the store as I stood across the way, and waited for Myke to return…..