I wondered if there was a chance to have him kneel at my feet. God, that would be hot. Jamie on his knees by my side in a skimpy little outfit that showed off his milky skin. His perk little ass falling out the bottom of some tight hot pants that he would have a hard time hiding his arousal from me too.
With only a few hours to find costumes, Jamie left to go by Cheeks before heading to find something in the city shops. I, of course, dropped him off and headed to see Mags across the road.
I had spoken to him briefly this morning, giving him the story about Jed and Simmons being there when the brick smashed my window. After all the drama recently, I just wanted to have some fun with friends and surround Jamie with fun, positive people. Show him he could build a life here. With me. If he wants to.
As I enter the bar, Mags is stood shouting orders to one of the bartenders as he carries boxes of booze up from the cellar beneath the bar. His long nails, painted gold with royalblue details, blur back and forth as he throws his arms about, complaining to staff who are not listening.
Leaning against the pillar near the door, I cross my arms over my chest as I watch him, chuckling quietly to see how long it's going to take for him to see me.
Eventually, I kick the pillar and to my delight watch as Mags jumps, screaming as he spins to find me laughing. He stomps over, shoving my shoulder hard.
“Ha ha, hilarious. Not seen you recently, must be busy,” he says, his eyebrows making a suggestive gesture.
“Thought I would just come over and invite you and Gerry along to a party at Nyctra tonight, but if you’re going to sass me, then I might not bother,” I taunt.
“NO! Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes,” he shouts, jumping to clasp his hands together. How he can wear heels, let alone jump without breaking his ankle, is beyond me.
“Well, don’t get too excited,” I say, rolling my eyes at his dramatic scowl at my tone. “Also, the theme is Y2K, so you and Gerry better come wearing something amazing.”
“Even better,” he replies with an enormous grin.
“I need to head back and get a costume myself. Jamie is off shopping for something. I really hope it’s tight and revealing,” I say as I lick my lips.
“Oh, Arnie. You’ve got it so bad for that kid.”
“I’d usually argue, but you’re right, Mags. I don’t want him to leave now that he’s decided not to continue with his degree. I just hope tonight will show him he has support here. No matter what happens between us.”
I was feeling a little sorry for myself. I never intended to find someone that I might fall for when I started tutoring. To be honest, Jamie was barely a student before shit hit the fan. Now that the dust had settled, for now, and the police were closer to finding Jed, I want to make it clear to him that he was mine.I want to see his peachy ass blue and purple in my bed every morning. I want to introduce him to the world of kink. Be in a world in which someone takes care of him. Never worried about being unsafe or the possibility of homelessness or a family that only wanted to hurt him. I can give him community, purpose, and happiness.
“The look on your face is telling me it’s love, Arnie. Does he know?” Mags asks as he watches me intently.
“No,” I reply, huffing as I run my fingers through my hair.
“Look, I need to get back, but I will see you tonight. Password ismine69when you get to the club. We will be on the upper level. Also, I know you’re both new to kink, so if you want to take it easy and just hang by the bar, then let me know. No pressure. I also don’t know how I feel about possibly seeing your ugly naked ass if you plan to scene with Gerry,” I say, shaking my head in mock disgust.
That earns me another shove, but then Mags is quickly grabbing close for his version of a bear hug. When he steps back from me, his eyes are wet. Wiping the tears away with his fingers, he huffs a small laugh at my concerned face.
“Happy tears, you dope. I’m so happy for you, Arnie. I’m happy too. Thanks for not being weird about.... y’know,” he gestures around the empty bar, but I know what he is referring to.
"Mags, they wouldn’t allow me into Nyctra if I were weird about kinks. Burt would kick my ass. But I’ll always be here for you, no matter what."
I pull him in for another hug before waving to Gerry as he arrives from the office to the main bar. Driving home, I plan my outfit in my head with Jamie in mind and the hint he gave me about what he would wear tonight.
The excitement dancing in his eyes when he told me about being seen together intrigued me too. Wondering if there was adouble meaning there. If so, I wanted to push my blondie out of his comfort zone a little.
If he agreed to it. Then my plan of having him do a scene with me while voyeurs watched enthralled as I made my boy come undone was the offering of tonight. To let friends know he was mine. And making Jamie aware that if I was going to share him and his pleasure, it was with my final say.
Chapter 28
Jamie
Was there such a thing as a Matrix kink?
Standing in the kitchen, Arnie is wearing black combat boots, black combat trousers, and a black leather harness across his chest. It’s adorned with little black metal spikes to match his nipple piercings. I gape at him as I approach him in my costume. My short navy skirt with white ruffles hangs just long enough to show off the bottom of my ass. I had tried to tame my blonde curls to no avail. My Sailor Moon headband and crop top matched my skirt, while I had found a pair of red knee-high boots in my size in a second-hand shop that Raj had told me about.
“Come here,” Arnie demands as he gets his first look at me. A rushing thrill runs through me as I bound over to him. He grabs me by the back of the neck, crushing his lips to mine as he trails his free fingers all over me.
“Like the costume?” I ask, breathless from the kiss.
