Blind Date Part II
Here's the next part of the ongoing series i'm working on. Copyrights to Bernal for Miami, and Mike is my creation. If you have ideas or comments, e-mail me at [email protected] Working on other stories as well, give suggestions! ^__^
"Come on, come on!" he yells, as the traffic jam only gets worse. Looking at the clock in the truck, he sees it's 4:00, and honks once. Great, he thinks to himself, three more hours untill the biggest night of my life and i'm stuck. Creeping his Pathfinder along, he sees a billboard for a drycleaning outlet on the next turnoff ramp. As the exit nears, he looks around for cops before flooring it, sqeezing by as people curse and honk at him while they stop in the middle of the freeway.
Turning right at the light, he looks around for it and spies it up about three blocks. Seeing there won't be any parking space up that far, he pulls into a parking garage, pays for a space, then grabs his clothes and locks the truck, walking down the street with almost a childish grin on his face. While waiting for the crosswalk light to change, he sees a big breasted zebra strutting around across the street, talking to a rabbit about having a good time, putting her hands all over him. "Have to feel them up just to get paid....," he mutters, sighing softly.
As the light changes, he passes the bunny, whispering to him, "Just ignore them, don't sink to paying to mate with someone." Walking just a bit faster, he continues down the sidewalk, ignoring the zebra and her lioness friend unzipping their jackets a bit more, showing off their cleavage. "What's the matter, something this hot not good enough for you?!" one of them shouts. He shakes his head in disgust, not breaking his stride. "Now the sign said it should be at the corner here...." he says to himself softly.
Looking up, he sees their logo, Vixen Cleaners. "We'll press it flat, so 'cum' on down." One of them's winking while ironing. Shaking off a random fantasy, he steps inside, only to see that same femme at the cash register, with the body of a model and eyes like a goddess, shimmering like pure crystals after their first polish. Oh great, he thinks to himself, now I bet every woman in town can smell how turned on i'm getting. Gulping hard, he walks up to her, and greets with a friendly smile.
"Hello, I need this pressed and cleaned by 6 please. I just got one of those out of the blue dates and...", he starts saying, only to be cut off by the woman in front of him, her silvery white hair being pulled behind her ears with a graceful paw, giving him an innocent smirk. "I see... Well, that's no problem. Just sign here, and give me your phone number. We'll have it ready by 5:30 so you can be there on time sexy." He blinks with a curious look on his face, "What for?" "Well, the signature is for your outfit, and your number's for me in case things don't work out with that date of yours.", she winks at him, having her tail stroke his inner thighs under the table, elicting a faint groan from Mike.
Shuddering through the teasing on his groin, he quickly signs the paper, putting his number on there. She tears off the top copy and handing it to him, he stuffs it in his pocket and walks out, his face flushed, almost hot to the touch. "What a lucky girl.....", she sighs, putting it on the hanger and walks to the back room with it. She presses her nose to the pants, inhaling the scent of maleness. "Hey sis, we got a hot one.", she yells, poking her head in.
She squeals, "Oooh! Lemme see Steph!" "Don't get your shorts soaked, jeez.", she says to her sister, tossing her his shirt. She catches it, then brings it close to her, breathing deeply. "Was he cute Steph?", she asks uncontently, her tail swishing in anticipation. Sighing deeply, she replies, "Yeah, quite a looker Jan. He was polite too, not something you really find much everyday in a male. And the cutest tush i've laid eyes on yet. Unfortunately this outfit is for a date he's going on tonight."
"Well, I want to check him out when we give it to him then.", she pouts sadly. Her older sister laughs, replying, "Fine, but watch his butt when he leaves. You'll fall in love with it." And with that, Steph and Jan work on helping Mike prepare for his big night, leaving a personal business card and address scribbled on the back, tucked in a pant pocket. Right at 5:30, Mike comes in, and walks up to the desk, ringing the bell. Jan yells from the back, "Just a second, i'll be right with you!"
Looking around, he sees it's just a one-floor apartment turned into a business, from the wallpaper and excess of doors. Hearing a door shut snaps his attention to the caramel-colored female walking to the counter, her black hair blowing softly in the breeze of the air conditioner. "Hi, i'm Mike. I left a suit here...", he begins, and mumbles a bit. "So that's you! Wait just a moment while I get it for you sugah." She walks back, her fox-like tush swaying while she struts to the back room.
He stares as she leaves, tongue hanging slightly to the side before snapping out of the transfixed gaze. Hearing some intense commotion towards the back, he asks loudly, "Everything okay in there?" "Yes, just putting on the finishing touches.", she replies cutely as she comes out the door, holding the hanger carefully. As she rings up the total, he hands Jan a couple twenties. "Oh no, I couldn't...", she stammers.
"No, take it. I want you to have it. You and the other people here deserve a tip every once in a while for the quality of work you do.", he insists, putting it on the countertop. "It's just me and my older sister actually.", she says, blushing a bit. Cocking his head to the side a bit, laughing, "Yeah, I can see the resemblence." Taking his outfit from her politely, he turns around, opening the door with his elbow, setting it in his truck, then heads back for home to prepare for his big date. "You were right sis, he does have a cute butt.", she says with a chuckle.