Colt
Remington (yes, it's his real name) has just gotten a job as the male
lead in a new play that is opening at a privately owned theatre. He's
not needed on stage, so he heads down to the costume shop to be
measured. His buff body causes a great deal of comment among the
staff, several of whom argue about who gets to measure him.
"Got
to measure your rise," Trish said quietly, awed somewhat by the
inseam adventure.
One
end of the tape went on his belt buckle as the tape went between his
legs and up his butt to his belt. Trish's hand caressed his ass while
she held the tape, letting her fingers drop in front. She read off a
number, slowly pulling the tape back out. Colt clenched his buttocks
so the tape stopped partway. Trish tugged, but the tape wouldn't
budge.
"You
smart ass, bastard," she teased. "Gimme my tape."
Colt
released and the tape measure popped out between his legs.
"Want
to measure anything else down there?"
"No."
"You're
sure? I can arrange that."
"Not
unless you intend to pleasure me," she replied with a saucy
smirk.
"Sorry,
baby. Spoken for. Dammit, Shaine, where were all these women when I
was hurtin'?"
"You
were hurtin'? Big, gorgeous hunk of man meat like you?" Sookie
was incredulous. "Hell, I'd do you myself, and I like chicks!
Something that gorgeous has to be appreciated," she explained to
her startled colleagues.
"The
prior girlfriend was being inconsiderate," he replied. "The
new one appreciates this gorgeous hunk of man meat."
"Smart
woman," Kennedy said with an exaggerated groan. "God! Can I
please measure something? Anything! Name a body part!"
Colt
felt sorry for her, but didn't want her to touch him if she was too
young.
"How
old are you, Kennedy?"
"Almost
twenty. Birthday's next week."
He
raised an appealing eyebrow at Trish. "Come on. Let her measure
my chest. An early birthday?"
"Okay,
but no lower. She's still a baby. I didn't get to do my first inseam
until I was twenty-one."
"Really?
His chest? Oh, my God! Can he take off his shirt? Please?" She
begged.
Colt
obliged, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. All the women, including
Sterling and Shaine, stared at him as he handed his shirt to Trish.
Holding his arms out from his sides, he presented a finely sculpted
chest to Kennedy.
She
took the tape measure from Trish, her hands trembling. "I think
I forgot how!"
"Just
wrap your arms around me, darlin' and let nature do the rest."
She
put her arms around him, bringing the tape under his arms. As her
fingers brushed his chest, his nipples hardened and he flexed his
muscles.
"Oh,
my God! Fifty-four and a half! No way! I can't breathe," she
said, sitting heavily. She fanned herself, letting the tape drop to
the floor.
Colt
went down on one knee, picking it up. He gave it to her, putting it
in her hand as he kissed her fingers. "Happy Birthday, Kennedy,"
he whispered huskily.
"Eep!"
She hopped up, running from the room, fanning herself. "Oh my
God, oh my God, oh my God!"
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2018 Dellani Oakes
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