Weeeek - Chapter 1; Monday
Tegoshi finds bell above store doors very obnoxious. He thinks it's a waste because the stores in this part of town are usually not bigger than a few square feet and the store clerk would definitely hear the door opening and closing. But it's there and it annoys him to no end. He had only been to this, for lack of a better word, poor part of town a few times and he never had any pleasant visits.
No, that was wrong, he had had a few very pleasant visits to a lovely lady who lived in this part of town. And it hadn't even bothered him that the woman was less well off than he was, but that was probably because their relationship hadn't been serious and had only lasted for a few weeks. He did prefer the classy call-girls though and he frequented the high-end brothels more often, but only when his hectic schedule allowed it.
Tegoshi didn't usually venture this far from his normal “bed-work-dinner-bed”-routine, because work was important and he liked doing what he did, and he didn't have much spare time for friends or even family, and the brothel visits weren't as frequent as he would like them to be.
But today it had been necessary, he'd gotten tired of spending so much money on dry cleaning, because somehow he always ended up spilling coffee on his suits. So he had gotten a recommendation from a colleague, a small shop that made professional and durable suits that weren't as expensive as the Armani ones that he usually wore. He didn't have any high expectations however, because he liked Armani, and he looked really good in it, so he doubted that a low class tailor could measure up to the quality.
The first thing he notices about the tailor when he steps into the small tailor shop is messy brown hair, then a baggy t-shirt that almost reaches the owner's knees, and jeans with holes in them. Not the usual attire for a tailor, he had expected a uniform at least, but not this. When he takes a closer look he also notices a handsome face. A very handsome face. But he would never admit to thinking that.
Because that's the kind of person Tegoshi is, too busy to even call his mom most of the time, which leaves even less time for friends and relationships. Not that he'd want any kind of relation with this brown-haired man. Not at all. He decides that this person isn't someone that he wants to spend more time with than necessary and he wants to get this over and done with so he can go back to his part of town.
But the brown-haired man only smiles brightly, says I'll be with you in a sec and goes back to working on another suit. Tegoshi is stunned. First of all because he has never been asked to wait by a tailor before, usually everyone runs to assist him in everything. Secondly because the color of the suit that the tailor is working on is swamp green and Tegoshi thinks that he has never seen something as repulsive before in his life.
The mild annoyance he felt when he first walked in escalated into irritation during the time he had to wait for the tailor to finish with the hideous suit, and when he finally turned around Tegoshi didn't even bother to introduce himself and instead handed him a card with his name, contact details and measurements and headed out the door. But he didn't get very far because the tailor called him back in with a surprisingly strong hey.
-I don't know how they work where you usually get your suits done, but looking at the state of your current one I think I can imagine. I'm going to need to measure you myself, I need to be sure that the information is correct.
Tegoshi was obviously not pleased with hearing this, he wanted to get home to get some work done before he had to sleep, but it seemed that he would need to reschedule. Or maybe just skip dinner.
The measuring session went quite smoothly, and the tailor, or Masuda as he asked to be called, didn't even mention the amount of numbers that were wrong from previous measuring even though Tegoshi coughed awkwardly every time Masuda had to alter the numbers on the card.
But when Masuda was busy measuring his waist and chest it gave Tegoshi time to study the tailor shop. It was smaller than he'd even seen, and there were things everywhere. Usually he would stand in an all white room with lots of mirrors so that he could see himself from all angles, and he could also see the faces of the ladies helping him which made him very pleased because they were all in awe from his beauty. He would admit that maybe he was a bit conceited, but he had all right to be, he could charm anyone he wanted, male or female, he didn't really have a preference.
Masuda's tailor shop was very different from the big room with mirrors, for one it didn't have any mirrors. Tegoshi wondered if he would have to ask for one when he were trying on the suit, but that was something he could worry about later. Right now he was worrying about Masuda getting very close to a certain part of his anatomy that he definitely wasn't comfortable with him being close to.
Of course he had been in this position before, but somehow this felt more uncomfortable than with any other tailor. Maybe it was because if you would have asked Tegoshi for his ideal type a month ago he would have described Masuda, because now after spending a while with him, without talking of course, Tegoshi could acknowledge, but never admit, that he was attracted to the tailor. And even though having an attractive male so close to his.....private parts was on to-do list for the week, this wasn't how he planned it.
He tried to focus on the variety of fabric samples that were splayed out on a table near them, he hadn't mentioned which color he wanted his suit to be in but he knew that he definitely didn't want a swamp green one, and then he tried to count the amount of needles that had been dropped on the floor, which he deemed impossible around the time that Masuda started measuring his crotch. Starting from his belt buckle, he then proceeded to pull the measuring tape between Tegoshi's legs and up until it reached the belt on the other side. This was probably the thing that Tegoshi hated most about suit measurements, the awkward position with someone he didn't know. Okay, so maybe that part wasn't so bad since he'd been in some very awkward positions with people he didn't know, but this was supposed to be very professional and Tegoshi wasn't very good at separating business from pleasure, which all of his past assistants could testify for.
However Masuda was very professional and he didn't even mention that Tegoshi's crotch area might have been a bit bigger than it was five minutes ago, and before Tegoshi knew it Masuda asked him to choose the color he wanted the suit made in.
It ended up as three suits, in three different shades of black, because Masuda was persuasive and he knew how to sweet-talk Tegoshi's kind, although Tegoshi liked to think that he choose it all by himself and that he intended to get more than one suit.
-So you promise that I will be able to wash these in my own laundry-machine?
-Yes, no dry-cleaning needed. Just come in for a fitting on wednesday and they will probably be available for pick-up on thursday. And that was all Tegoshi needed to hear before he was out the door and on his way, not even sparing the tailor a goodbye when he left.
No, that was wrong, he had had a few very pleasant visits to a lovely lady who lived in this part of town. And it hadn't even bothered him that the woman was less well off than he was, but that was probably because their relationship hadn't been serious and had only lasted for a few weeks. He did prefer the classy call-girls though and he frequented the high-end brothels more often, but only when his hectic schedule allowed it.
Tegoshi didn't usually venture this far from his normal “bed-work-dinner-bed”-routine, because work was important and he liked doing what he did, and he didn't have much spare time for friends or even family, and the brothel visits weren't as frequent as he would like them to be.
But today it had been necessary, he'd gotten tired of spending so much money on dry cleaning, because somehow he always ended up spilling coffee on his suits. So he had gotten a recommendation from a colleague, a small shop that made professional and durable suits that weren't as expensive as the Armani ones that he usually wore. He didn't have any high expectations however, because he liked Armani, and he looked really good in it, so he doubted that a low class tailor could measure up to the quality.
The first thing he notices about the tailor when he steps into the small tailor shop is messy brown hair, then a baggy t-shirt that almost reaches the owner's knees, and jeans with holes in them. Not the usual attire for a tailor, he had expected a uniform at least, but not this. When he takes a closer look he also notices a handsome face. A very handsome face. But he would never admit to thinking that.
Because that's the kind of person Tegoshi is, too busy to even call his mom most of the time, which leaves even less time for friends and relationships. Not that he'd want any kind of relation with this brown-haired man. Not at all. He decides that this person isn't someone that he wants to spend more time with than necessary and he wants to get this over and done with so he can go back to his part of town.
But the brown-haired man only smiles brightly, says I'll be with you in a sec and goes back to working on another suit. Tegoshi is stunned. First of all because he has never been asked to wait by a tailor before, usually everyone runs to assist him in everything. Secondly because the color of the suit that the tailor is working on is swamp green and Tegoshi thinks that he has never seen something as repulsive before in his life.
The mild annoyance he felt when he first walked in escalated into irritation during the time he had to wait for the tailor to finish with the hideous suit, and when he finally turned around Tegoshi didn't even bother to introduce himself and instead handed him a card with his name, contact details and measurements and headed out the door. But he didn't get very far because the tailor called him back in with a surprisingly strong hey.
-I don't know how they work where you usually get your suits done, but looking at the state of your current one I think I can imagine. I'm going to need to measure you myself, I need to be sure that the information is correct.
Tegoshi was obviously not pleased with hearing this, he wanted to get home to get some work done before he had to sleep, but it seemed that he would need to reschedule. Or maybe just skip dinner.
The measuring session went quite smoothly, and the tailor, or Masuda as he asked to be called, didn't even mention the amount of numbers that were wrong from previous measuring even though Tegoshi coughed awkwardly every time Masuda had to alter the numbers on the card.
But when Masuda was busy measuring his waist and chest it gave Tegoshi time to study the tailor shop. It was smaller than he'd even seen, and there were things everywhere. Usually he would stand in an all white room with lots of mirrors so that he could see himself from all angles, and he could also see the faces of the ladies helping him which made him very pleased because they were all in awe from his beauty. He would admit that maybe he was a bit conceited, but he had all right to be, he could charm anyone he wanted, male or female, he didn't really have a preference.
Masuda's tailor shop was very different from the big room with mirrors, for one it didn't have any mirrors. Tegoshi wondered if he would have to ask for one when he were trying on the suit, but that was something he could worry about later. Right now he was worrying about Masuda getting very close to a certain part of his anatomy that he definitely wasn't comfortable with him being close to.
Of course he had been in this position before, but somehow this felt more uncomfortable than with any other tailor. Maybe it was because if you would have asked Tegoshi for his ideal type a month ago he would have described Masuda, because now after spending a while with him, without talking of course, Tegoshi could acknowledge, but never admit, that he was attracted to the tailor. And even though having an attractive male so close to his.....private parts was on to-do list for the week, this wasn't how he planned it.
He tried to focus on the variety of fabric samples that were splayed out on a table near them, he hadn't mentioned which color he wanted his suit to be in but he knew that he definitely didn't want a swamp green one, and then he tried to count the amount of needles that had been dropped on the floor, which he deemed impossible around the time that Masuda started measuring his crotch. Starting from his belt buckle, he then proceeded to pull the measuring tape between Tegoshi's legs and up until it reached the belt on the other side. This was probably the thing that Tegoshi hated most about suit measurements, the awkward position with someone he didn't know. Okay, so maybe that part wasn't so bad since he'd been in some very awkward positions with people he didn't know, but this was supposed to be very professional and Tegoshi wasn't very good at separating business from pleasure, which all of his past assistants could testify for.
However Masuda was very professional and he didn't even mention that Tegoshi's crotch area might have been a bit bigger than it was five minutes ago, and before Tegoshi knew it Masuda asked him to choose the color he wanted the suit made in.
It ended up as three suits, in three different shades of black, because Masuda was persuasive and he knew how to sweet-talk Tegoshi's kind, although Tegoshi liked to think that he choose it all by himself and that he intended to get more than one suit.
-So you promise that I will be able to wash these in my own laundry-machine?
-Yes, no dry-cleaning needed. Just come in for a fitting on wednesday and they will probably be available for pick-up on thursday. And that was all Tegoshi needed to hear before he was out the door and on his way, not even sparing the tailor a goodbye when he left.