I didn’t have anyone to impress, though, so I had stopped caring about my appearance quite a while ago. As long as my clothes covered what needed to be covered, I was contented with them. So, I only got new stuff when the old stuff fell apart. I decided then and there to simply let Tess take the reins and do as I was told.
I got a bunch of T-shirts, button-up shirts, a black m-65 jacket, cargo pants, dress pants, two of those belts without holes, socks without holes, underwear without holes, shoes that didn’t talk, and Tess made me model everything for her. Even the underwear, for some reason. Then came the grooming products and toiletries. Hair Gel, specific deodorants and aftershaves, she even insisted on a pricey cologne that I could only describe as a musky cedarwood smell.
In the end, I even had to get a suit. I let Tess choose a plain black, slim fit three piece, with a collection of gray ties, and then we had them adjust it for me. It almost looked like it was tailored for me. Although Bill would later laugh me out of the conference room the first time he saw it, telling me to lose the vest and tie unless I wanted to start a career as a banker and get strangled.
When the clerk asked me the famous “Left or Right” question, I had absolutely no idea what he was asking, and the confusion showed on my face. When Tess answered him by shouting “LEFT!” through the curtain, the confusion was showing on the clerk’s face, and he fixed me with a calculating look before the exact same small smirk spread across his face I had seen on the guys in the firm. He finally explained the meaning to me, and I, for the life of me, couldn’t figure out how the hell Tess knew where I let my balls hang when I didn’t even know myself.
By the time we were done, my bank account was another $2,800 lighter. I was glad this wasn’t something I had to do every month. Luckily, I could afford it all.
I basically had no friends left to go out with, abandoned all hobbies that could require money, and I also never had a girlfriend I could spend on. Basically, I spent my entire time either in school or working, so I really didn’t have time for anything else even if I had friends to go out with. I worked roughly twenty-six hours a week on the firm’s projects alone. At thirty-five dollars an hour, that makes roughly $3,600 a month. Tess had helped me figure out my taxes in January, and I now knew that I netted about $2,800 a month after taxes. My only expenses were the three-hundred dollars per month I paid Aaron in rent, another two-hundred dollars per month I spent for food, and $480 per month I was going to pay in car insurance from then on (which I got cheap thanks to the safety course from Bill!).
So, from my regular income alone, I had made about $1,800 a month that simply went to my bank account and sat there mostly unused. But in addition to that, I still maintained my old projects from home. I had a nice little revenue stream from my Apps, in addition to the side projects I had picked up from Craigslist and fiverr. That was possible because I got lucky by ignoring european data protection laws. I had learned through Bill that a friend of his, who worked security in Germany, needed an app for his bouncers to check vaccination statuses. So, I pulled the specifications for the EU-Vaccination-Certificates, created an app, and published it. About two months later, the EU required all clubs, bars, discos and restaurants to only allow people with booster-shots to enter their establishments, but their own official App couldn’t differentiate between a vaccination and a booster shot. Mine could, because I didn’t hide that information from the bouncers like the official App did, and soon my app was used all across Europe.
All in all, I made maybe $2,600 per month after taxes, rent and food. And, at that point, I had been working for the firm for ten months without having to pay insurance, so my bank account was nicely filled even after I bought the car.
Tess made me wear the suit when we left the store and loaded the bags into my Jeep. Then she announced there was only one thing left to do, before she dragged me further to a barber shop for a haircut. I got, what they called, a ‘Long Crew Cut’. A style basically every guy in the firm seemed to prefer, but then they put a little gel to style what was left of my hair. Cut, styled and dressed, Tess and the woman who cut my hair took an appraising look at me. They gave each other approving nods, and then we finally left. But as soon as we were in the car, Tess startled me.
“So, now that we finally got you presentable, you have to take me out for a drink as a thanks for the hard work I put in.”
I didn’t rightly know how to respond to that. It was almost Eight PM by then and I’d have loved to take her out, but I just turned sixteen and it was a Thursday, a school night. It would be hard for me to get into a bar. Tess didn’t seem to believe so and directed me to a little club she apparently visited on a regular basis.
We got a table and ordered our drinks. We sipped them as we talked, and I tried to not appear too hopeful or desperate. But the way her tight business attire framed her body was quite distracting. I mentally scolded myself whenever my eyes got stuck on her breasts, and wondered just how much of a pervert I would have been, had I been drinking something more fun than a diet coke. After a while, she asked me to dance, and with that I got visibly nervous. Like, a lot. I had no fucking clue how to fucking dance! Tess took one look at my demeanor and chuckled. I immediately thought this date was over, but then she just grabbed me by the hand.
“So you’re one of those guys who don’t dance. Too bad, I demand entertainment!” she announced and pulled me onto the dance floor.
I looked around, trying to figure out how to move and basically copying whatever I saw other guys doing. Within seconds, I was simply captivated by Tess and the way she looked at me with that big smile on her face. I had absolutely no idea why, but she seemed to genuinely enjoy being there with me. I forgot about the others around us and just moved with her, when she turned around and started to rub her butt into my groin while her hand was moving behind my head. Then she leaned her head back and pulled mine down, so she could whisper in my ear.
“You remember how I told you I’m from Virginia?”
I nodded my head, yes.
“You turned sixteen today. That means back home...” she paused, getting even closer, her lips momentarily brushing my neck and her hot breath in my ear “ ... you’re legal now.”
My cock was somewhat stiffening since I started to relax, but now it got rock hard in record time. Before I could react in any other way, Tess had pressed her butt into it with determination. To my immense surprise she suddenly turned around and looked at me with big sparkling eyes. Slowly, a big grin spread across her face. She put her arms around my neck, pressed her breasts into my chest, and brought her face close to mine with a sultry look.
“Baby, is that thing as hard as it feels? Is it for me?” she whispered directly into my ear before biting my earlobe.
I involuntarily swallowed and asked, “Want to check and find out?”, surprised at my own boldness.
Tess grabbed my hand again and, like she did the entire day already, dragged me after her towards the ladies’ bathroom. In there, she pushed me into one of the stalls by pressing her whole body into me, while giving me the most passionate of kisses I could imagine. Her tongue explored my mouth before wrapping itself around my own. All the while stroking my dick through my new pants. As fast as it started, it stopped. Suddenly she was on her knees in front of me, fiddling with my pants. By now, the outline of my cock was clearly visible. Once she had pulled my pants down, my cock sprang up and hit her in the chin. I was so fucking hard, but also so fucking nervous, I thought I would pass out any moment.