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Brunch Attire
Jan. 2nd, 2022 02:17 pmWho: Jason, Khem, and Deputy Dickhead McKinnon.
What: An morning brunch date
When: Sometime after this
“I cannot wear them out, my lord.”
“Sure you can, you look great in them!”
“I am well aware of your opinion, lord,” Khemrys smirked. “But I cannot wear them out.”
“Lots of women wear leggings out. You might get some looks because you’re smoking hot in them, but no one is going to be shocked.”
“My lord is a letch,” she teased, ignoring the proffered leggings and brushing past him in her skirt. “You would have me wear those in view of the entirety of the city, yet you remain properly dressed for such an outing. It would be a shame unto you.”
A wickedly defiant gleam appeared in his eyes as he began to silently and purposefully remove his pants and pull the leggings on.
Khemrys’s resolve began to waver. “My lord, you would not…”
Jason smoothed the leggings up and began to dig through the closet for a different shirt.
“My lord, you cannot…”
“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” There was a teasing challenge to his look. “I’m fully clothed. Come on, I’m telling you no one is going to care: let’s have some fun.”
She was incredulous when he ushered her out the door, stepping confidently into the sunlit street in her leggings. Following him with wide-eyed concern, she waited anxiously for someone to shout in alarm at his brazen appearance. There were a few horn honks and catcalls from passing vehicles, but as he’d predicted no one seemed overly shocked at his appearance. She began to relax as she took his arm, even allowing herself an embarrassed laugh when an elderly woman passing them on the sidewalk commended him on his confidence to be able to pull those leggings off.
As surprising as it seemed, he was even more of a hit with the waitstaff at the restaurant, drawing plenty of looks and low chuckles, but again, everything was taken in good-natured stride.
He grinned at her as they finished their meal and he escorted her back to the apartment. “Usually there’s a few disapproving stares, and the really uptight ones will sometimes tell you how you’re going to burn in hell, but for the most part no one cares.”
“I beg to differ, my lord,” Khemrys grinned in return. “The table of aged women seemed to take great care in noticing.”
He laughed. “Dirty old women are fun because when they’re older they stop caring what everyone else thinks.”
The day was pleasant and the sun was bright through the trees on their walk towards the apartment, so they walked slowly, just enjoying the walk together. As they neared the shop, another wolf whistle and proposition came from a nearby car stopped at the light. Jason stopped and gave a little dance to the delight of the occupants as Khemrys hid her smile behind her hands.
“I hope you’re not propositioning people outside of this lady’s establishment,” said a disapproving voice behind him. Deputy McKinnon was emerging from Khem’s shop, his excuse for a visit having just been purchased.
Jason turned, his face already masked with pleasant innocence. “Of course not, Officer. Just playing along. No point in making a scene over some catcalls, right?”
“It’s ‘Deputy’.” The deputy frowned, eyeing Jason’s attire. “Do you feel that’s appropriate to wear in public?”
Jason looked over himself and then innocently back to the deputy. “They’re just leggings. They’re not see through anywhere, right?” He turned, craning his neck as if to check for any revealing spots and managing to point his ass directly at the deputy.
Khemrys stepped forward, gently touching Jason’s arm in an attempt to remind him to behave. “Deputy McKinnon, I did not expect to see you again so soon. Was your last purchase not to your liking?”
Her sudden interjection caught him off guard, and as always he turned an oily smile in her direction. “It was perfect, as always, Khem. I enjoyed it so much I needed to get a refill sooner than than usual.”
Khemrys wore a professional pleasantness, but her distaste for this man was becoming more obvious as his visits (and attempts at wooing her) increased. “Mind you do not overindulge, lord: herbs can be powerful when taken in larger doses than recommended. I would not wish you to risk your health.”
“I appreciate your concern. I’ll be careful with this blend and maybe I can stop by another time and you can recommend another blend I can try?”
Khemrys dipped low and gave a graceful nod. “Of course, you are always welcome, lord.” Welcome, but clearly dismissed today.
He gave her a ridiculous bow, still oozing that smile all over his face. “I look forward to it. A pleasant afternoon to you, Khem.” He turned, finding himself face to face with Jason. Jason still wore a very amiable mask, but his eyes bored intensely into the deputy’s as if to say, I won’t make a scene but I see what you’re doing, you fucker.
Deputy McKinnon gave him a smug look. “Might be a good idea for you to go and change,” he suggested with quiet menace, “you get a hard-on in that get-up and I can arrest you for public indecency. And wouldn’t that be a shame.”
Jason’s smile quirked, but his eyes darkened in challenge. “No worries, officer, you’re not my type.”
The deputy scoffed. “Sure,” he grumbled and shouldered roughly past Jason. Jason allowed it but didn’t falter, staring after him for several moments as he walked away without a second glance. He felt a familiar pit in his stomach despite the anger at this human pushing him around: he was going to have to watch deputy dickhead a lot closer from now on as he seemed to be in that guy’s crosshairs. And the last thing he wanted was more attention from the police.
He turned and saw Khemrys’s worried expression from the doorway, and he softened his expression. He didn’t want her worrying Today because of that asshole. “You let me know if he’s really bothering you, ok?”
She shook her head. “Beryl and I can manage him. It is your well-being I have concern for.”
He stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist and pecking her almost chastely on the lips. “I’m fine. Why don’t we go upstairs and see if we can’t find something a little more worthy of getting arrested over?
Beryl’s voice rose clearly from inside the shop. “Yes, please, take it upstairs. Some of us are professional around here.”
Jason grinned at her over Khemrys’s shoulder who was already looking concernedly for any customers who might have overhead them . “Someone sounds jealous. We could close shop and invite Beryl up? I’m sure we could all find more than a few laws to break.”
Beryl shook her head, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Nice leggings, Jason. How about you take that ass upstairs and make sure Lady Khemrys enjoys her day off,” she laughed.
Jason winked, leading a blushing but cheerfully resigned Khemrys to the stairs. “Yes ma’am.”
What: An morning brunch date
When: Sometime after this
“I cannot wear them out, my lord.”
“Sure you can, you look great in them!”
“I am well aware of your opinion, lord,” Khemrys smirked. “But I cannot wear them out.”
“Lots of women wear leggings out. You might get some looks because you’re smoking hot in them, but no one is going to be shocked.”
“My lord is a letch,” she teased, ignoring the proffered leggings and brushing past him in her skirt. “You would have me wear those in view of the entirety of the city, yet you remain properly dressed for such an outing. It would be a shame unto you.”
A wickedly defiant gleam appeared in his eyes as he began to silently and purposefully remove his pants and pull the leggings on.
Khemrys’s resolve began to waver. “My lord, you would not…”
Jason smoothed the leggings up and began to dig through the closet for a different shirt.
“My lord, you cannot…”
“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” There was a teasing challenge to his look. “I’m fully clothed. Come on, I’m telling you no one is going to care: let’s have some fun.”
She was incredulous when he ushered her out the door, stepping confidently into the sunlit street in her leggings. Following him with wide-eyed concern, she waited anxiously for someone to shout in alarm at his brazen appearance. There were a few horn honks and catcalls from passing vehicles, but as he’d predicted no one seemed overly shocked at his appearance. She began to relax as she took his arm, even allowing herself an embarrassed laugh when an elderly woman passing them on the sidewalk commended him on his confidence to be able to pull those leggings off.
As surprising as it seemed, he was even more of a hit with the waitstaff at the restaurant, drawing plenty of looks and low chuckles, but again, everything was taken in good-natured stride.
He grinned at her as they finished their meal and he escorted her back to the apartment. “Usually there’s a few disapproving stares, and the really uptight ones will sometimes tell you how you’re going to burn in hell, but for the most part no one cares.”
“I beg to differ, my lord,” Khemrys grinned in return. “The table of aged women seemed to take great care in noticing.”
He laughed. “Dirty old women are fun because when they’re older they stop caring what everyone else thinks.”
The day was pleasant and the sun was bright through the trees on their walk towards the apartment, so they walked slowly, just enjoying the walk together. As they neared the shop, another wolf whistle and proposition came from a nearby car stopped at the light. Jason stopped and gave a little dance to the delight of the occupants as Khemrys hid her smile behind her hands.
“I hope you’re not propositioning people outside of this lady’s establishment,” said a disapproving voice behind him. Deputy McKinnon was emerging from Khem’s shop, his excuse for a visit having just been purchased.
Jason turned, his face already masked with pleasant innocence. “Of course not, Officer. Just playing along. No point in making a scene over some catcalls, right?”
“It’s ‘Deputy’.” The deputy frowned, eyeing Jason’s attire. “Do you feel that’s appropriate to wear in public?”
Jason looked over himself and then innocently back to the deputy. “They’re just leggings. They’re not see through anywhere, right?” He turned, craning his neck as if to check for any revealing spots and managing to point his ass directly at the deputy.
Khemrys stepped forward, gently touching Jason’s arm in an attempt to remind him to behave. “Deputy McKinnon, I did not expect to see you again so soon. Was your last purchase not to your liking?”
Her sudden interjection caught him off guard, and as always he turned an oily smile in her direction. “It was perfect, as always, Khem. I enjoyed it so much I needed to get a refill sooner than than usual.”
Khemrys wore a professional pleasantness, but her distaste for this man was becoming more obvious as his visits (and attempts at wooing her) increased. “Mind you do not overindulge, lord: herbs can be powerful when taken in larger doses than recommended. I would not wish you to risk your health.”
“I appreciate your concern. I’ll be careful with this blend and maybe I can stop by another time and you can recommend another blend I can try?”
Khemrys dipped low and gave a graceful nod. “Of course, you are always welcome, lord.” Welcome, but clearly dismissed today.
He gave her a ridiculous bow, still oozing that smile all over his face. “I look forward to it. A pleasant afternoon to you, Khem.” He turned, finding himself face to face with Jason. Jason still wore a very amiable mask, but his eyes bored intensely into the deputy’s as if to say, I won’t make a scene but I see what you’re doing, you fucker.
Deputy McKinnon gave him a smug look. “Might be a good idea for you to go and change,” he suggested with quiet menace, “you get a hard-on in that get-up and I can arrest you for public indecency. And wouldn’t that be a shame.”
Jason’s smile quirked, but his eyes darkened in challenge. “No worries, officer, you’re not my type.”
The deputy scoffed. “Sure,” he grumbled and shouldered roughly past Jason. Jason allowed it but didn’t falter, staring after him for several moments as he walked away without a second glance. He felt a familiar pit in his stomach despite the anger at this human pushing him around: he was going to have to watch deputy dickhead a lot closer from now on as he seemed to be in that guy’s crosshairs. And the last thing he wanted was more attention from the police.
He turned and saw Khemrys’s worried expression from the doorway, and he softened his expression. He didn’t want her worrying Today because of that asshole. “You let me know if he’s really bothering you, ok?”
She shook her head. “Beryl and I can manage him. It is your well-being I have concern for.”
He stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist and pecking her almost chastely on the lips. “I’m fine. Why don’t we go upstairs and see if we can’t find something a little more worthy of getting arrested over?
Beryl’s voice rose clearly from inside the shop. “Yes, please, take it upstairs. Some of us are professional around here.”
Jason grinned at her over Khemrys’s shoulder who was already looking concernedly for any customers who might have overhead them . “Someone sounds jealous. We could close shop and invite Beryl up? I’m sure we could all find more than a few laws to break.”
Beryl shook her head, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Nice leggings, Jason. How about you take that ass upstairs and make sure Lady Khemrys enjoys her day off,” she laughed.
Jason winked, leading a blushing but cheerfully resigned Khemrys to the stairs. “Yes ma’am.”
