Page 3 of Last First Date
I know how much a fancy suit like that costs, and it’s not rookie pay. Plus apparently, they’re serving up better eye candy at that particular station rather than the one that I work out of, so count me in for all of that hot, gorgeous scenery.
Besides this guy is not giving off the vibes of an untested and unsure rookie. Not a bit. The man I’m looking at is the living, breathing definition of big dick energy.
I glance at his pants to see if I could make a determination regarding the size of this man’s—ahem—ego. And I’m apparently as subtle as a car crash because my mother clears her throat so loudly that it sounds like she has a hairball.
I glance up and meet her censuring gaze, and then ever so helpfully whack her on the back. “Are you sure you’re okay, mother?” I smack her again, to better sell the lie.
The fancy photographer pins me in place with his light-eyed stare, then his lips curl up into a smile. “Your daughter is everything you said she would be, Millicent.”
I resist the urge to smack her a third time, but I give my mother a look that would have zapped her to dust if she were an ordinary human. In return, she flashes me a fast, tight-lipped smile, the closest she comes to ever flipping someone off. “Quite right, Hesse.”
Hesse Kotner tugs free of my mother’s manicured grip and nods toward the newcomer. “You must be our Mister September. Why don’t you put on your outfit and then we can get you into make up?”
Mister September visibly recoils and then shakes his head once, firmly. “I’m not going to wear any make up. That was definitely not part of the deal.” His attention passes from the photographer and lands on me. Then he flashes me a grin that he obviously knows melts panties on impact. “Besides, why mess with perfection?”
Kotner looks at the man in front of him, his lips pushed into a little moue of annoyance. He’s definitely the kind of man who doesn’t like to be told no. “We’ll figure it out. Just go ahead and change.”
Mister September nods once, then looks over at Daniels. “Were you able to bring an outfit for me?”
Daniels flashes a big toothy grin that I know isn’t the look an innocent man ever has on his face. Now what has this guy done to the probie? And should I wait around to see how the prank plays out or perhaps even find a way to surreptitiously film it so we can all laugh about it later?
Mister September turns and heads toward the back of the room where the dressing area is, and the other guys all stifle some very naughty giggles, then hastily grab their discarded shirts and start pulling them on.
“Guys? Are you sure about this?” I tip my head back to where the other guy disappeared. I definitely understand the entire culture around hazing the new rookie firefighters by means of elaborate pranks, but something tells me that this guy isn’t going to take it as well as the usual younger recruits.
My eyes drift back to the door where Mister September exited to get changed. The guy who is more likely than not undressing just a few feet away from me is a grown ass man. He’s definitely not the type to get pushed around by a bunch of young truckies like this batch of mischievous pretty boys.
“Aw, come on. We did our photos already, so we’re just going to take off and grab a bite.” One of the other fellas angles his head toward me and all but flutters his eyelashes, giving me the most fake innocent look I’ve ever seen on an adult man’s face.
Daniels leans toward me. “You want to come with? It might do your dating life some good to be seen out with this many beefcakes at once.”
I snort, earning another of my mother’s sharp looks. “Daniels, if I go out with the whole group of you, people are going to think I’m in on whatever you’ve done to the new guy. And unless you want to tell me what you did, I can’t buy in.”
Daniels shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’m just saying you could do a lot worse than lunch with this many of the hottest guys of Valentine.” He waggles his eyebrows at me in the most lecherous manner possible, and I can’t quite tell if he’s kidding.
My mother’s face has two white spots high up on her cheeks. Sheesh. I haven’t seen her this worked up in a while. I’d better speak up before she has an actual meltdown here in front of the guys and starts actually breathing fire.
“I’m having lunch with my mother today, guys. But I’ll catch up with you all later.” I wave to them and they hustle toward the door as quickly as if they’re heading out for a call. I throw one last worried glance toward where the new guy disappeared to go change, but I haven’t figured out what they’re up to.
Itching powder in his pants? Rubber snake in the boots? I don’t think Mister September is going to be taken in by either of those basic level pranks. He seems way too savvy to fall for that amateur hour stuff.
My mother rubs my arm, pulling me back to whatever conversation she was having with the photographer. Apparently, she does know this guy, or at least his family, pretty well.
“I’m hoping you two will get to know each other a bit better when we’re at lunch. This is your last bit of the shoot, isn’t it?”
Kotner nods. “Just this last guy and then—” His voice stops abruptly. My mother makes a noise that might be a laugh but also might be her swallowing her own tongue.
I follow where they’re both staring and almost die from the rush of heat that engulfs my entire being.
I’ve figured out what the prank is. And it’s epic.
Thomas
On second thought, I should have just come back out in my suit. Or at least wrapped a towel around my waist. In hindsight, just about anything would probably have been the better choice in this situation. And yet here I am.
The fire engine red thong bearing the fire department’s logo right along the length of my cock is absolutely fucking ridiculous.
Because it’s my first few months on the job, I know the guys are going to give me hell from time to time. But really?
