“Hey listen…” Thomas, my boss, strides over to me and slides his eyes around, ensuring that we can’t be overheard.
I set aside the pile of ties I have been folding and give him my attention.
“I know we’re shorthanded as it is today, but I’m sending Jessica home. Can you pick up the slack? It’ll be a huge help.”
“Why are you sending her home?” I don’t know why I even care, it’s not as if Jessica does a damn thing anyway.
“Because we’ve got a big name coming in today to be fitted for a tux for some deal, I don’t know what it is…and I can’t have her acting unprofessional.” He whispers.
“She’s usually fine with our celebrity clientele.” I smile over at a customer who has wandered our way. “Can I help you with anything sir?”
He declines and I turn back to Thomas. “What’s the deal?”
“She won’t be fine today…Isn’t she one of those ‘beliebers’ or ‘believers’ or whatever the hell they call them.”
I laugh softly so as not to be heard by the people milling about the store. “Yeah I think she is.”
“There’s no thinking about it…I swear she got to me the other day, we talked for 5 minutes tops…now I know that Bieber kid’s life story.” He shakes his head. “Like I care that he’s from Canada and taught himself how to play 27 instruments.”
I laugh again, “I don’t think it was 27.”
“Well, whatever. He’s coming in, so she’s going home.” He starts to search for her with his eyes.
“Is he? She’s going to be pissed when she finds out!”
He places his hand over his mouth, “Oh my god…do you think so? Well, I don’t want her to be…oh wait, I just remembered that I don’t care.”
I roll my eyes, “Go find Jessica smart ass.” Thomas and I have worked together for so long that we’re more friends than employee/employer.
An hour later, with Jessica safely enjoying her time off none the wiser, Thomas pulls me aside again. “Okay, he’s here…I’m gonna let him in through the back, can you take care of him in the private fitting lounge?”
“Sure…” We part, him rushing off to usher Justin into the back, and me hurrying to grab my notebook and measuring ribbons.
Just as I’m making my way to the back I stop and check my reflection in a full length mirror that adorns the wall in an ornate frame.
We are always required to dress business formal, but I am exceptionally pleased with my appearance today. Simple black skirt and blazer left open to showcase an ivory button up blouse. A strand of tiny pearls rests around my neck, their matching earring dangle delicately from my ears.
I survey my hair to find it is still perfectly tucked inside it’s French twist, with the exception of a few wispy strands that have strayed.
I suddenly realize what I am doing and wonder why I even care…I have no opinion on Justin Bieber what so ever. Is he a cutie? Yes. Do I lose my mind over him like half the female population? Certainly not.
“Kalifornia!” Thomas hisses, jarring me from my thoughts, “What are you doing?”
“Oh!” I snap back to reality, “Sorry…sorry…okay, I’m ready. Is he ready or?”
He interrupts me, “Yes! Yes…he’s ready! Go!” Thomas always gets this way when we have a high profile client in the shop…it never fails.
My heels click over the polished wooden floors as I scurry back. I knock softly on the door and hear a voice on the other side giving me the go ahead to come in.
I expect the room to hold more than a few people, they usually come with some sort of an entourage…but he is alone.
And apparently I haven’t been paying very close attention to Justin through the media, and in the meantime, he’s been growing up. I was prepared to fit the 15 year old with swishy hair and a hoodie. But he stands before me in a pair of perfectly cut black jeans. A navy and white plaid button up is complimented well with a navy pea coat with its collar popped. Both layers of sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing a glittering platinum watch and a few beaded bracelets.
His hair is tousled sexily and I find myself wondering what it would be like to touch it.
He smiles and extends his hand. His smile…I am lost in it for a moment before I remember myself and take his hand to introduce myself.
“Hello Mr. Bieber, I’m Kalifornia…what type of tuxedo were you leaning towards? Any ideas or are we starting from scratch?”
“Justin, no Mr. Bieber. Kalifornia…” He holds onto my hand long after the handshake rightfully should have ended. “That’s a beautiful name.” He repeats it again slowly, “Yeah…” he nods slightly, “I love it.”
I blush and kindly withdraw my hand. My body is flushed and I wonder if he can tell. Something tells me he can, but that he knows better than to point it out.
He starts to remove his coat and I hurry to his assistance, “Here, let me get that.” He relaxes his arms out and allows me to slip it off of him. I fold it over my arm and he gives me a quiet, “Thank you.”
I hang his coat and set about taking his measurements…I am so close to him, I can feel his body heat warming me…and he smells of clean laundry and something else that I can’t place. As I measure the length of his arms my hand grazes his neck…the softness of his skin causes the tiniest of sighs to slip from me. I see a little smile grace his beautiful lips…he heard me.
“Okay…” I attempt to collect myself. “Lets try a few jackets on first. We’ll get that part out of the way and then move on to the rest. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect.” he nods and takes a seat on the loveseat that sits in front of the oversized angled mirrors, waiting as I sift through racks of jackets.
I choose a few black, but he speaks up suddenly behind me. “I like the white, Kalifornia.” The way he says my name…
I look over my shoulder and tell him honestly, “I do too. Everyone wears black.”
He nods and smiles, “Exactly.”
I return the jackets to the racks and begin to search through the white and ivory’s. I cradle five or six in my arms and hang them on the empty rack closest to he and I.
“Okay, all set…” I say as he stands and makes his way over.
He unbuttons his shirt along the way, exposing the strong ripples of muscle in his chest and stomach. My eyes drift downward and hover on the soft trail of hair just below his belly button. I follow it with my eyes until it disappears into his jeans. My eyes jerk away when I realize that I have been staring.
He smiles and clicks his tongue softly, “Naughty girl.” He whispers turning to face his reflection in the mirror. He pulls his shirt off the rest of the way and lets it fall to the floor.
“You could have left that on for now…the jackets would have fit over it just fine.” I tell him, my gaze trailing along the curves of definition in his arms.
He catches my eye in the mirror, smiles faintly and says nothing.
I take a deep breath and try to shake him off, “Okay…so we’ve got…”
“I like the ivory one…” He points to the jacket he’s referring to, “With the black lapels.”
I hold it up and raise my eyebrows. “Yeah, that one.” He confirms.
I pull it off the hanger and he bends his knees a little, allowing me to slip it on. He shrugs his shoulders and tugs at it…settling it into place. His fingers move quickly over the buttons, fastening them. I watch intently from my place beside him.
The jacket actually goes quite beautifully with the black denim of his jeans, and when he unbuttons the jacket to examine the inside, I can feel myself growing wet at the sight of his beautiful stomach and chest peeking through the fine fabric of the jacket.
He looks straight into my eyes through the mirror and asks me softly, “How do you like it?”
He isn’t talking about the tux, but I pretend not to notice. “Very much…I like it very much.” I whisper in a voice I don’t recognize as my own.
He turns to face me. “Take it off Kalifornia.”
I step forward without hesitation, running my hands down the front for a moment before slipping it off. My hands go to touch his skin on their own accord the moment he is free of the jacket, but I quickly gather myself and pull away.
He reaches out and wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me in close.
“If I told you to get down on your knees right now, would you do it?” He whispers, his lips brushing my own as he speaks.
I moan gently and nod, trying to press my lips closer to his…they hover just out of reach and sweep against me lightly.
“Kalifornia…” he orders softly, “Get down on your knees.”
True to my word, I sink down at his feet and watch as a hint of a smile plays across his lips. “Naughty girl…” He scolds for the second time today, and I sigh with delight. “You like that don’t you? Do you want to be my naughty girl Kalifornia?”
The tip of my tongue comes to rest at the corner of my mouth, and I moan again in response. “Look at you…” he whispers with the satisfaction of seeing what he has done to me.
He works his button open and then lowers his zipper, “If I told you to put my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours right now, would you do it?”
Again, I nod…my heart pounds with lust and I am suddenly unable to speak.
He moans appreciatively, “Oh you’re a very naughty girl aren’t you?”
In response I slip my hand into his jeans and withdraw his cock…it is hard and pulsing heavily in my hands. I draw my fist up the long thick length of it, milking a shiny pearl of pre cum to the tip. My tongue darts out and laps it away slowly…my eyes never leaving his as I do.
“Be a good girl and put it in your mouth.” His demands are so gently delivered that I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to.
I wrap my lips around him and slide down, taking him in deeply. I rest at the base for a moment before working my way back up, pressing against him firmly with my tongue. I pull off the tip with a pop as a long groan of pleasure emits from him, and then spiral around his head, sucking delicately as my fist pumps around his cock…and then I lower my mouth down around him again…spoiling his beautiful cock this way until he is gasping and groaning a little too loudly with his hands gripped in my hair to guide me along.
Just as I begin to happily anticipate his warm cum spilling onto my tongue he pulls out of my mouth.
I look up expectantly and he reaches down, stroking my cheek tenderly…”Get up.” He instructs with a raspy whisper that is filled with desire.
I rise to my feet and adjust my skirt. He walks over to the loveseat and I follow. As I move, I can feel the tops of my stockings are soaked in my need for him…my clit is swollen and hard, painful with neglect.
“Sit down.” He goes to his knees in front of me as I lower myself to the couch. “Spread your legs naughty girl.”
Oh god…his words cause my pussy to throb furiously.
My legs part as I lift my skirt for him. “Oh shit…” he sighs when his eyes fall upon my stockings and garter belt. His warm, wet tongue slips out and he drags it up the length of my thigh, to the lacy top of the silk, then he snaps the elastic gently making me gasp with pleasure.
He reaches out and pulls my panties to the side, his gaze locked on me as his tongue begins to slide against my clit. My legs fall apart even further as he sucks it past his lips…my eyes start to flutter closed, but he immediately stops, and doesn’t give in until I have opened my eyes to watch him.
The door is unlocked, and someone could walk in at any moment, I could lose my job…but I don’t think about any of that, I can think of nothing but the delicious orgasm he is coaxing so quickly from me with amazing skill.
I have pulled at the buttons of my shirt and tugged my breasts free from my bra to toy with my nipples as he works his beautiful tongue over my clit, and when I manage to tear my eyes away from his, I find us in the mirror. The sight of me draped over the loveseat, skirt hiked, legs spread, breasts on display and Justin on his knees before me with his mouth pressed flush against my pussy is too much and sends a mind blowing orgasm ripping through me. In my effort to stay quiet, I bite down on my lip so hard the taste of blood floods my mouth.
When I start to relax into my fading climax I push his mouth away…he leans back and pulls me to my feet. He turns me around with a swift push and guides me down on all fours in front of the full length mirror before us. He takes his cock in his hand, but just as he’s about to slip it inside of me I stop him.
“The jacket…” I moan.
He slides his hand beneath me and strokes my clit, covering it with soft circles, whispering as he looks at me through the mirror. “What about it?” I can see it in his eyes, he knows what I want, he just wants to hear me ask for it.
“Put it on.” I purr as I rock against his fingers.
He leans over and grabs it, his fingertips never slowing or leaving me once until it is in his hands. I watch, drunk with lust, as he slowly slips it on. Once it is in place, he finds my eyes in the glass again and licks his lips, “Better?”
He doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, and in a flash, I am filled to the brim with him. He has lifted my skirt once again, and I can feel the soft fabric of the tuxedo jacket swaying against my skin as he pushes in and out of me with long, deep thrusts.
My head begins to feel heavy as I give myself over to the unimaginable pleasure of his cock, and my eyes grow sleepy and begin to drift closed with bliss.
He grabs me by the hair and snaps my head up. He tsks with teasing disapproval, and then says with another little jerk to my hair, “I want you to watch.”
My eyes find his, and he begins to push into me again, gaining in force and speed as the moans slipping from me grow louder and more frantic. “Shhh, someone will hear you and figure out what a bad girl you’re being.” He scolds, but he fucks me harder…making it impossible for me to calm myself.
And by the sexy smile that is once again on his lips, he is enjoying making my struggle as difficult as possible.
“Cum for me Kalifornia…” His gazed is fixed on me with intense concentration, “I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours cumming around my cock…come on naughty girl, do as your told.”
His fingers return to my clit and glide around it quickly, sending a second orgasm coursing through me as I writhe and thrash beneath him. I fight against the urge to scream, and tiny whines escape me instead.
He drives into me harder…faster. “Do you want me to fill that pretty pussy with my cum? Is that what you want?”
“Oh god…Oh god…Justin…” I am still reeling, lost in him and the things he has done to me. “Yes! Yes Justin! Do it….I want it…do it…” I trail off, my words melting into a tumble of moans and sighs.
A long groan bursts from him as he pushes into me deeply. I feel his cock swell and then explode as his cum spills into me like warm creamy honey…He slows, sliding in and out gently as he pumps his load into me, filling me to the brim just as I’d asked him to.
He rests against me for a moment and then stands, helping me to my feet. I smooth my skirt and set about fixing my hair as he buttons his pants. He smiles as he watches me button my shirt and adjust my blazer and then checks his reflection in the mirror, straightening the tuxedo jacket. “I’ll take it,” he informs me with a pleased nod, “It holds sentimental value now.”
I laugh quietly and tuck a strand of hair that has fallen loose back behind my ear, “What’s it for anyway?”
He looks me over once more, as if he’s contemplating another round but then he turns back to the mirror… “Just this Christmas thing in Washington.”