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@gladeorange
"This round-faced little hooligan loves nothing more than candy, candy, candy! For this fast-racing prankster, every day is Halloween."
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Name: Glade Orangeboar Nicknames: N/A Birthday: May 22, 2002 Age: 22 Height: 5′11” Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Streamer
Randy didn’t mean to snap at Glade, but he was in a pretty negative headspace right now. His head and his body hurt, he wanted to go home but he didn’t think he even could after his fight with Tiffany. Chances were high that he’d be crashing at his parents again soon enough, but he didn’t want to be alone tonight which was how he ended up at his friend’s house instead. He sighed in defeat as Glade apologized. “Me too..” Glade didn’t deserve to be wrapped into this, he knew that. At his next question, Randy nodded. “Yeah.. what do you have?”
“Pumpkin spice rum,” started and concluded the list of alcohol Glade had to offer. He didn’t drink alone and his place wasn’t really the designated hang-out or even pre-game spot for friends, so he had no reason to keep a stocked bar at home. Keeping something pumpkin-flavored around was just good for personal branding purposes, even if it wasn’t exactly what Randy was expecting when offered a drink. He didn’t feel like the guy could afford to be picky though, so he grabbed the bottle and two glasses and poured. At the risk of annoying Randy again when he might just want to forget everything, Glade prompted, “If you wanna talk about it…”
Hearing him reassure that nothing was wrong with the jacket, Dani sighed in relief. However, that relief lasted for about two point three seconds for as soon as she saw him smirking and uttering “Gotcha!” at her— she saw red. “Ugh, you jerkface!” The redhead claimed, just as she punched Glade on the arm in retaliation, disregarding the fact that at the moment she should be treating him as a client who she shouldn’t be assaulting, and not a somewhat friend. “Don’t do that! You almost gave me a heart attack thinking I did something wrong!” Dani added, punching him once more but this time much lighter before pulling away. With that, her body did finally relaxed for real, relieved that he genuinely seemed to like the finalization of his commission despite Glade still needing to tease her about it first.
Despite knowing that the outfit was perfectly made, the redhead watched as he slipped the jacket off, keeping her gaze locked on the garment as if only to double check one last time that everything was in fact perfect (and it was, she would never hand over a commissioned look without making sure every little detail was done correctly). Once the jacket was back inside the garment bag with the rest of the outfit, she looked back at Glade, and informed him of the rest of the commission cost. Funny enough, back when she accepted doing this commission for him, the thought of charging him a higher price had crossed her mind, but despite whatever feelings Dani felt for Glade, one thing she would try not to do was mix her personal emotions with business, and so she had charged him what she would’ve charged anyone else. That said, as soon as her phone pinged with the notification of her receiving the rest of the money, the redhead's eyes widened when she noticed he sent her more than what she asked of him. “Um, I get this is like pocket change for you, but you sent me more than what I asked for.” She commented. “This is not another Halloween prank is it…?”
“Ah, ah!” Glade was perfectly used to being smacked in retaliation for his jokes and pranks—violence was a common response to being hoodwinked—but on this occasion he flinched away from Dani’s retaliatory punches. “Don’t hurt the suit for my crimes!” he cried, slipping his new jacket off and making sure she hadn’t snagged any threads in her fury before carefully stowing it away. When it was safe in its bag, and his payment for it had pinged through on her phone, he shrugged at her suspicion that he might be playing another trick on her somehow. What kind of prank would it be to send someone extra money? No, Glade’s jokes were hilarious. To think she had such little faith in him, still…He shook his head and considered that her usual customers likely weren’t as well-off as him and thus didn’t offer such impressive gratuity when paying for their commissions. Obviously that had to be the case, as it wasn’t for lack of receiving a quality service and product at the end of the deal. She just wasn’t familiar with a super wealthy clientele, but she might have to get used to it after all his friends saw her handiwork at the masquerade tonight, because he could imagine a few might be interested in bespoke pieces of their own after getting a look at the masterpiece she’d crafted him.
“Hey, don’t gag on just the tip—we haven’t even made it to the ball,” he said with a wink. And just like that, as if an invisible switch was flipped, the very moment their professional relationship was concluded with the commission and done and paid for he was free to return to his usual flirtations and innuendos. All that he’d been holding back lately. His lewd comment was probably way too much too soon, considering Dani must have fallen out of expecting to hear such things from his mouth lately, but it just came to mind too quickly to be stopped now that he didn’t feel he had to strictly filter himself anymore. Still, he did want to establish a potential friendship, and while making her mad with a childish trick was one thing, reminding her of how their interactions used to be (purely surface-level and sexual, if not hostile) might really set his progress back on that goal. He surely needed to tone it down, and only gradually build up to his typical flirtatious ways as she got re-acclimated to them. “Seriously though, it’s for real. I appreciate your work, so you get a good tip. Also…”
He pulled out the miniature gift bag from his pocket and pressed it into her hands, suddenly a little nervous to give it to her. Why was that? It was just a little gesture of goodwill, a true peace offering for his being so generally annoying—the bracelet he’d bought only to make her be friendly to him for a minute, that day he first came into the shop. She had clearly wanted it for herself, and he’d thought of it as her bracelet ever since, but was waiting for the right time to give it back to her. After settling the commission process seemed to be a good time, full circle and everything. It might have been the sincerity of the gesture making him feel suddenly awkward, There was no way to play off giving her the bracelet as anything other than earnest, because he must have noticed she liked it in the first place, and held onto it all this time for her…If she still hated him after they’d gotten to know each other better the past several weeks, that was that—he was no worse off than where they’d started, with no pride lost. Who was to say he even cared? But if she rejected his reaching out for a friendship after this clear demonstration that he actually kinda gave a genuine shit, then it was more personal. So before she had a chance to open the bag and see what was inside, Glade picked up his suit and dipped out, offering a chirpy, “Thanks again! Gotta run, but see you at the party!” in an attempt at being nonchalant as he skedaddled.
If anyone were to ask Dani over a month ago that she would be asked to do a Halloween inspired suit commission by Glade, or that she would actually accept in doing that commission for him, she’ll call that person delusional. In no way would the redhead ever do such a thing for him, not voluntarily, definitely not knowingly. Heck, the thought of seeing his face alone brought so much rage and conflict within her, only for those feelings to then turn into shame and guilt, and then back to rage and conflict yet again. Obviously she would never accept a commission from the likes of him! At least, that is what she would have believed if she had stayed as the version of herself who hadn’t seen or spoken to Glade in months. She never would have guessed that as soon as he decided to waltz inside her place of work with just a half hour shy before she had to close up, that her resolve to keep hating him would crack, or that they’ll fall back into old habits of hooking up again. What’s worst is that the redhead couldn’t blame him for that either. It had been all her.
Them hooking up was one thing. That was just sex. But being commissioned by him? That was entirely something different. Making outfits was something Dani liked to do on her personal time, a way for her to let out her creativity. and especially a way for her to show off her love of Halloween. It was all just for fun at first, but eventually she decided that she could make a small living out of making outfits for others. Maybe even turn it into a full-blown career if she’s lucky enough, but she knew that would probably take her a while. Still, creating a forum and opening up commissions to people became a thing, and the redhead did ended up with a couple of orders here and there. But never—and she seriously means never—would have thought that from one look at her sketchbook and designs, the same guy who only came for her for sex would seriously want to commission her. And for a Halloween outfit at that! And not going to lie, even after finally accepting, Dani didn’t expect much to come from doing this commission. If anything, she expected for Glade to not take it seriously. For him to once again flirt with her, make sexual comments over their last hook up, or even him taking the chance when she needed to take his measurements of how 'he knew she couldn’t stay away from him for too long.’ But he didn’t do any of that. Shockingly, every single one of their interactions has been pretty tame. That’s right, Glade’s has been nothing more than professional with Dani whenever they met up to work on his outfit. Friendly even. Granted, he still likes to tease her from time to time and he’s been showing up at her work a lot more lately, but the redhead has noticed how toned down he’s been.
It’s weird. It’s as if outside of wanting her to make this outfit for him, the brunette’s also been trying to get to know her better. With every visit to the shop, there was a new question for her to answer if they weren’t talking about the progress of the commission, and surprisingly, the girl found herself responding with ease. And it wasn’t as if Glade was only learning new things about her, Dani’s been learning a few things about him in return, and crazy enough, they shared a lot of things in common. They could become really good friends with how much in common the both of them had. But despite knowing that, the redhead reminded herself that this was a professional relationship first and foremost between them while she was still working on his commission. Even when he bought random and unnecessary stuff at the shop whenever he visited, she had to stay professional with him. And after texting him to meet up with her once again at the shop so they could do a final try-on and see if any finishing touches are needed to be made before he could pick up his suit, this time was not going to be any different. Not even as she lead him into the backroom, Dani focused on the main task at hand and hearing him claim the suit was perfect, she swelled with pride. “It’s one of my best works.” She admitted with a faint laugh at his excitement as he went to try the suit jacket on. But as soon as her smile appeared, it fell at his words. “Oh no? Oh no what?” The girl asked, making her way towards him to see what the issue was. “There’s not a sudden rip on it, is there? I made sure all the seams were in place before I brought the suit over here….”
He was a little shit for it for sure, but Glade simply couldn’t resist getting one little tiny prank in today in the spirit of Halloween. He wasn’t just prepared with tricks though; he had a treat for her as well, but he’d give that to her later. First he had to make sure he didn’t give her a heart attack by pretending there had been something wrong when he slipped the jacket on. “No, no—it’s just that everyone else is gonna see my outfit and realize their own suck,” he assured Dani as he admired her handiwork before finally giving her a triumphant smirk. “Gotcha! You really thought something was wrong—relax, it’s perfect! I can’t wait to show it off tonight.”
Reluctant as he was to take it off now that he was wearing the jacket (which was actually as comfortable as it was beautiful) Glade wanted to make sure it stayed in perfect condition until the ball, which meant he wasn’t going to wear it home. He replaced it in its garment bag and put his casual jacket back on before pulling his phone out to send Dani the final payment for the outfit. “How much, again?” he asked, planning to add on a generous tip and sorry-for-being-a-nuisance tax—she more than deserved it after putting up with him so much even when he wasn’t visiting the shop just to discuss the commission. When she gave him the amount, he sent the payment through and put away his phone, feeling inside his pocket to make sure the little gift bag he was hiding hadn’t fallen out at any point.
@liildenniison
After making it clear that she thought his dick game wasn’t “that good” and that she thought he was no more than a pervert, Glade’s reasons for keeping his contact with Dani completely non-sexual were threefold. For one thing, he had already decided their working relationship while she designed and created a custom Halloween suit for him should be entirely professional—fewer distractions meant better attention to detail after all. But the note they ended on when they had last hooked up inspired another two motivations for keeping things PG between them. The first was admittedly petty: she had insulted his pride and implied that he couldn’t get some whenever he wanted, so he wasn’t planning on making himself available to her even if she wanted some. (Glade was pretty sure she was more pent-up than he was if she was so ready to jump on him before, when she clearly couldn’t stand him. On the other hand, he had no issue finding others to get off with in the meantime.)
His last reason was less about punishment and more about reframing…If Dani knew nothing about him but that he was a horny motherfucker, of course she would dismiss him as a perv and mark down everything he did to some deviant whim. For the first time since they’d met, Glade had seen a glimpse of a future in which the two of them could actually become friends—their shared interest in a particular holiday being a good jumping off point for bonding—and it would never happen if she kept seeing him as a sex-driven degenerate. That was only part of his personality: he had a lot more to offer! Since the first text messages establishing the commission process and their first meeting for measurements, he had refrained from saying all of the sexual innuendos that came to mind (which was a hard ask, honestly) and only teased Dani in the same light-hearted way he would treat his friends. It was quite a change, considering they had never had such innocent interactions before, but after the first few conversations Glade thought she had finally stopped expecting him to try anything more.
He’d come into her workplace to bother her more than once since the first time—to check on the progress of the commission or offer more ideas he’d come up with, to attempt to get to know her by asking about her favorite horror movies, and mostly to entertain her with his charming presence while business in the shop was slow. Notably, he had taken the opportunity on one occasion to take advantage of her promise to provide excellent customer service if he was an actual customer by continually bringing things up to check out and prolonging the process. She definitely hated that one. By the time she informed him that his suit was ready for pick-up, he was pretty comfortable in the shop. The only corner of the building he hadn’t seen more than once was the back room Dani had pulled him into on his first visit here, which she was now directing him to for the final try-on. Glade thought he had gotten pretty used to suppressing the urges to make inappropriate comments, but this was a true struggle. Best behavior. The only way he could manage not to say the wrong thing was by not saying anything at all, biting his tongue as he followed her to the room and found the garment bag containing his new most prized possession. “It’s perfect,” he whispered reverently, running his fingers along the detail work. He took off his racing jacket, tossing it haphazardly onto the table, and tried on the suit jacket. “Oh, no…”
She rolled her eyes at his complaining. Pushing him off of her the second he pulled out may not have been the warmest of reactions one can make post-sex, but what did he expect? Dani wasn’t about to stay lying against the hard table with Glade still pressed on top of her like she was some soft surface with yabos just so he can take an extra breather. Not only was her former position starting to sting on her back now that she didn’t have the focus and stimulation of him literally fucking her to distract the redhead from where she was being fucked on, but pushing him away the first chance she got was meant to be a reminder. Glade was a strict no-strings-attached kind of guy— he made that clear from the get-go when they first met and so Dani was only trying to honor that. No, she wasn’t the kind of girl who fell for every single person she sleeps with, but she was the type who did enjoy post-sex kissing or cuddling as she didn’t believe that one needed to be romantically attracted to someone in order to do that. It was comforting, and having some kind of aftercare in general was nice, but Glade didn’t like doing any of that— it was too intimate for a hook-up. So he can whine all he wants over her hasty reaction—or impatience as he put it—but this is more on him than her. Besides, he’s lucky she waited until he came before shoving him off, it would’ve been way crueler of her if she had done so once he gave her the climax she wanted.
Nose scrunching, she looked at him with disgust when he raised the used condom. “Not that!” She claimed, in disbelief that he would actually think it had been that she was referring to. Dani nearly let out that it was her panties she was asking for, just about ready to call Glade a pervert if he didn’t hand them back to her— why would he want to keep it anyways? Something to hold against her as a reminder of how she allowed herself to hook up with him again, maybe? That almost had her blood boiling, but luckily, he caught on in what she was referring to and pulled out her panties from his pocket before giving them back to her. “Yeah right, you just wanted to jerk off with it back home, didn’t you?” Dani commented, slipping them on but not without muttering “Pervert” in a hushed tone. The panties felt a little uncomfortable and her thighs were a bit sticky, but that was some cleanup she’ll have to deal with once she got back home. “There’s a bin over that corner by the way.” The redhead then said pointing at the trashcan that was on the right corner from the door, now referring to the condom since Glade hadn’t disposed of it yet. She made a note to come back in here first thing in the morning and discard the trash completely so none of her co-workers would know what did in here. Without even looking back at him, she unlocked and re-opened the door. “It’s late— you gotta go for real now.”
“Sorry. Be more specific next time,” Glade advised, finding the trash can she pointed out to throw the condom away in. It was actually a pretty hilarious little misunderstanding…if only she had a sense of humor. But then, maybe she did. He found himself laughing aloud at her speculation that he was trying to steal her underwear to jerk off with like some kind of hard up teenage virgin after a panty raid. Was her evaluation of him really so low that she thought it was more likely he was some kind of sexual deviant than that he simply had enough consideration to not throw her panties on the dirty ground? He might be a gamer loser, but he wasn’t a pervert. And he didn’t need to swipe anyone’s panties to get off with either—as was evident by the fact that he literally just had sex. With her. Which was why he couldn’t even take her insults seriously; she was really reaching just to find reasons to dislike him after all this time. “Why would I do that when I could get the real thing anytime I want?” he countered, raising his eyebrows. “But if you really wanna imagine me jerking off to the thought of you, go ahead. Maybe you’ll be able to get yourself off next time if you do.” He winked.
It was actually a good thing she was ushering him out the door without further ado, because he was kind of getting horny again now thinking about the scene Dani had made earlier while touching herself, and picturing her doing it again later, thinking about him. Maybe he would do the same…Except he reminded himself once again that he couldn’t fuck her until after the Halloween suit was done. It would probably be easier to resist if he put all thoughts of Dani naked aside until then. He could get it from anyone else for the time being. As he crossed the threshold of the door, he turned back to offer a cheeky salute, answering her with, “You got it, boss,” before making sure to let her know to stop tempting him with her feminine wiles. “By the way, I’m serious about the commission, so you better text me. And no more jumping my bones now that this is a professional working relationship.”
If she wasn’t so desperate in wanting him to fuck her, she would’ve bit back another remark of her own. Instead, she whined against his lips, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance before he completely slid inside her. After fingering herself, the redhead didn’t need anymore prepping, yet at the stretch and burn of finally being filled, Dani broke the kiss with a loud gasp— this was exactly what she needed. Now all she wanted was for Glade to start moving, and luckily, before she could even make out a demand for him to do so, he started to thrust into her. She moaned out loud— rocking her hips back in return in order to speed up the pace. “Faster,” She made out, fingers gripping tightly onto the edge of the table as the brunette threw her leg over his shoulder. Like this, she could feel him reach even deeper inside of her, and with the now faster and harder pace, the redhead began to lose any ounce of sense she had left. She then completely lost it when Glade rubbed on her clit, the combination of his thrusting while doing so putting Dani over the edge as she gasped and moaned more and more. Feeling herself tighten around him, she climaxed soon after and with a couple of extra thrusts, so did he.
“Geez, can you be anymore slower?” The redhead complained, groaning in sensitivity as he pulled out of her. With that, she put her hands against Glade’s chest, pushing him off of her. Now that they’ve fucked and had their fun, there was no need for him to be so close to her anymore. Even though every fiber of Dani’s being would’ve liked to have laid there for a little while longer, maybe even be cuddled up within his arms as they cool down after the intensity of the pace of sex they just had— they weren’t together. This was just sex for the both of them, nothing more, and so once she finally got him off of her, the redhead sat up. “Shit. Should’ve stuck with the wall.” She commented, wincing while feeling a slight pain in her back after laying down against a hard surface the whole time. That didn’t deter from Dani in standing up and getting herself re-dressed, however, slipping her shirt and skirt back on before looking around for her panties. Recalling how she never saw him throw it on the floor when he took it off of her, the redhead turned her gaze back at Glade. That pervert! “Give it back.” She demanded, holding her hand out.
“So impatient,” he commented as she shoved him off, calling back to his earlier tease about how eager she had been to be fucked. Now she was just eager to get him away from her. It seemed Dani’s impatience remained no matter how quickly her mind changed. Glade was a little miffed at still being on the receiving end of her attitude after he’d just given her a mind-numbing orgasm…It wasn’t as if he was clingy and desperate to cuddle afterwards; he just needed a second to catch his breath. And he wasn’t expecting to hear any sweet nothings either, but immediately being snapped at was a cold follow-up to sex. Then again, would it really be Dani if she wasn’t snapping at him? Maybe he could unlock a side of her that wasn’t so petulant while they went through the commission process. The idea that they actually had something in common to talk about and could potentially even become friends had escaped him almost the moment they entered this back room, but post-nut clarity reminded him.
He wanted a kick-ass costume for the Halloween masquerade, and he needed to stay on Dani’s good side to ensure that. Although he enjoyed hooking up with her, and she obviously enjoyed it physically, it never seemed to warm her up to him on a human level, so sex was going to have to be off the table for as long as this commission took. Speaking of ‘off the table,’ Dani complained about not sticking with the wall as she got up, wincing in pain, and Glade made a mental note for…well, the next time might not be for a while now. Even if Dani couldn’t keep her hands off him, he would have to be strong enough to resist for the both of them. When Halloween was over, maybe they could go again, only: “No more table sex, got it,” he muttered. Starting to redress, Glade was now faced with the dilemma of cleaning himself up. He had the condom off and tied by the time Dani spoke again; he glanced up from where he’d been looking around for a trashcan, confused for a moment at her demand. Give what back? He raised the condom questioningly, but that couldn’t be it, so—“Oh! Hah.” He dug into his pocket and produced her panties, handing them over. “Sorry, I was keeping them safe for you.”
As he pointed out his very obvious color palette of orange that he usually wears, Jackie rolled her eyes at him. “Obviously I know that, you’re decked in orange right now.” She pointed out, realizing that Glade didn’t get where she was going with when she suddenly suggested for him to dye his hair a cherry red. And it wasn’t because cherry red happened to be her preferred color of choice (which was a superior color compared to orange), no— the brunette really believed that if he were to dye his hair a bright color, it would look so good on him. And the reason why she suggested cherry red over any other color was because red happens to look phenomenal with orange. “Don’t you know that red and orange compliments each other really well? If anything, dying your hair a cherry red will bring out the usual orange you wear, which is why I know you’ll look awesome with that hair color!” Jackie explained, before nudging her younger friend. “Like, tell me we don’t look so good next to each other whenever I’m in red and you in orange? And you already are good looking on your own— the cherry red is to give you an extra umpth.”
Still internally skeptical of Jackie’s opinions on what colors complimented and clashed with one another, Glade elected not to argue about it. There were worthier battles to pick in the long run, and for someone who made it a habit of annoying and pranking his friends, he knew better than to pick tiny disagreements about unimportant topics. He needed to save up enough goodwill to be forgiven whenever he spoke without a filter and said something that deserved a slap. Although there was little he could seem to do to make Jackie truly mad at him, since she claimed to see him like a little brother—he still pushed her buttons sometimes. “We look good next to each other no matter what we’re wearing,” he flirted, nudging Jackie back. “But if you really want me in your signature color, I’ll give it a shot. It’s just hair.” He shrugged. If he didn’t rock the red hair, he could just dye it back dark again.
Finally…..she thought as he started to touch her. Believing he was complying to her demands, the redhead bit her bottom lip and arched upwards into Glade’s touch as he exposed her breasts and began thumbing at her nipples. He stimulated them until the buds were hard and pointed, Dani letting out a moan hoping that he would touch her more— it should be a matter of seconds until his lips were on them…..is what she expected for that to be his next step. Only for her to gasp again when instead, the brunette grabbed her by her hips and slid her until she laid by the edge of the table. It didn’t even cross the redhead's mind that he had taken off her panties, not until she felt the tip of his cock press against her exposed wet entrance. So they were getting straight to it…..she inhaled sharply. The turn of events was a little surprising—there use to be a bit more foreplay than that—yet feeling his cock sink into her just a tad, the redhead’s eyes rolled back. Fine by her if they went straight to the fucking. This was just a hookup so for as much as she had been expecting for a little more foreplay, Dani wasn’t about to complain if he wanted to fuck her right now. After all, she had demanded her to fuck her.
Only, Glade didn’t fuck her. He barely got his cock inside of her, instead, she felt his cock brush against her clit before he mentioned for her to suit herself…..and just like that, he pulled completely away from her. “W-What?! You’re not serious!” Dani claimed, pushing herself up against the table using her elbows just in time to see him tucking himself back into his underwear. He nodded his head at her in response before telling her to go ahead then. He was serious! With her mouth open in shock, the redhead hadn’t expected for him to take her seriously when she said she could give herself a release. She could— but usually with the aid of a toy, and she didn’t have any with her inside this shop. Staring back at him once more with a mixed of frustration and disbelief, Glade just stared at her expectedly. At that, Dani groaned before laying back down, breaking eye contact with him and now staring up at the ceiling. Even if she tried to get herself off on her own…..she’s never masterbated in front of anyone before. And now she had to do so in front of Glade! Ugh! Fine! He wanted her to give him a show, she’ll give him a show!
Slipping two of her fingers inside of her mouth, she coated them with salvia and pulled her leg up, exposing her clit even more. With her other hand, she pulled back one of her folds, and after deeming her fingers were wet enough, Dani moved them down to her clit and rubbed. At first, she slipped in one finger, moving it in and out of herself a few times before slipping in another…..damn, she was even more wet than she thought she was,.....the redhead realized— scissoring herself. Thinking of how she could even add a third if she wanted too, she let out a moan, locking eyes with Glade again. She slipped in a third finger, rocking her hips and fucking herself as deep and hard as she can, determined to show him that she could get herself to come on her own. But as Dani kept fingering herself, she kept reaching her peak,…. only to feel not satisfied enough to actually come. Fuck…..her fingers couldn’t reach any deeper, she thought, breaking eye contact with him and biting her lip once again— she needed something more. If only she had a dildo but she didn't. But what she did have was him. “F-Fine!” the redhead eventually broke out in a whine, defeated. All she wanted at this point was an actual release, and if it meant getting it she needed to beg him for it then….. “I want you to fuck me.” Dani begged, pulling her fingers out of her clit only to put them back against her mouth, tasting herself while hoping it would tempt Glade enough into finally fucking her. “Please."
As difficult as it was to pull himself away from Dani and act like he didn’t want to fuck her just as bad as she wanted to be fucked, it was so worth it just to see her like this. Glade was curious to watch how she pleasured herself, taking mental notes of what she liked so he could use the same techniques to get her off. After a while, however, it seemed like she wasn’t even getting herself there. Just as he predicted, it didn’t take too long for her to give in and finally beg for him. He was so beyond horny that there was no way he could hold out on her any longer, as priceless as her desperation was. He was back at the table in an instant, pulling his underwear and pants back down to end his own torment as well as hers. The condom from his wallet was out and wrapped around his cock in record time. He leaned down and knocked Dani’s fingers away from her mouth to kiss the taste of her juices off her lips before muttering, “Was that so hard?” Lining his hips up with hers again, he slid into her so easily with how wet and well-prepared she was after fingering herself. The relief of her pussy sucking him in was so great he had to pause for a moment after burying himself to the hilt. If she was still impatient—too damn bad, because he needed to make sure this lasted more than two seconds.
Eventually, finally, he began rocking his hips into her, rapidly working up to a fast pace as he pulled her leg over his shoulder and gripped her thigh for leverage as he drove in hard and deep. “Fuck,” he groaned. He wasn’t sure how much more dirty talk his brain could formulate from this point on, too lost in the pleasure. He had just enough sense left to know what to do with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around her upper leg, bringing it down to rub her clit at the same pace she was working herself with earlier. It didn’t take long for her to finish at that rate; he could tell from the sounds she made and the way he felt inner walls spasm around him that she had finally reached her peak. With a few more thrusts, he let go and followed her over the edge. He stayed inside her for a moment while he let his heart rate return to normal, before pulling out. Glade didn’t kiss her again; making out was always fine for foreplay, a good lead-up to sex, but kissing during or after just felt weirdly intimate to him. It wasn’t like they were in love or anything.
Dani thought for sure she was the one in control here. In their game of push and pull to see who would come out as the dominate one in the end, the redhead believed she had won. She had him in her mercy, thinking how there was no way he would deny her after she demanded for the brunette to fuck her— not when she was pumping his cock, making him harder than he was before. Then the next thing she knew, Glade whirled them around, and the redhead was now pinned against the table instead of the wall. Dani gasped at the change of position, eyes blown wide as she found it attractive by what he just did—this was way more comfortable and accessible to her compared to how he had her before— but as soon as he opened his mouth yet again…..he called her impatient…..she fell back into reality and glared. It would have been one thing if he left it at that, but then he went farther to say she was begging for him. The redhead scoffed and blatantly rolled her eyes. She wasn’t begging for him. She wanted a good fuck, exactly like what he had been looking for,….hypocrite much.
Could he be anymore slower? she thought, once Glade started undressing her. With her bra already unhooked, that was the first to go, yet he hadn’t bothered pulling her shirt off in return. Instead, her skirt was unzipped, but besides hiking it up and exposing her panties, he didn’t do anything else. He didn’t even touch her. The redhead buckled her legs, her patience wearing thin as she wanted him to either undress her fully or fuck her with her clothes still on— Dani didn’t care which! “Just fuck me already!” She repeated. The redhead didn’t want to give in, deciding to be stubborn on why she had to ask nicely when she already told him what she wanted. Why couldn’t he comply to her demands? He wanted this too! “Or touch me! Do something!” She claimed right after, this time her voice coming out as an unintentional whine. Maybe she wasn’t as in control as she thought. But Dani didn’t want to give up just yet, and so, she said the most brattiest thing she could think of. “—If you don't, I don’t need you, I can get myself off instead.”
So, she still didn’t want to play nice…That was okay. He only had to get her a little more desperate and she would. Glade finally acquiesced to Dani’s demands to touch her, but not because he actually intended on letting her win; he just wanted her to have a good taste of what she’d be missing before he ripped it away. That was the way to tease: make her want it so bad there’d be no way she wouldn’t cave and ask for it. First, he pushed her shirt up to roll her nipples under his thumbs, wanting terribly to bend down and start sucking, but holding himself back and only delivering enough stimulation to get her excited before moving his focus down. He slid her panties off, slipping them into his pocket for safe-keeping, and yanked her to the edge of the table by her hips so she was in a position where he could easily ram into her…only he didn’t. He teased her wet entrance with his tip, but avoided sinking too far inside, instead moving higher to brush against her clit and then laying his cock out top of her as if seeing how far it would reach from the outside, pausing to appreciate the sight for a moment. “Well, I don’t think your fingers will fill you the way I could…but suit yourself.”
He stepped back then, tucking himself back into his underwear and leaving her half-undressed on the table. It took all his fucking willpower to make that move when she was literally laying there ready and willing to be taken, but he was so sure that this would work, it was worth the agony of delaying his own gratification. It would be so much better once Dani admitted that she wanted him to get her off, even if she didn’t need him. Sure, she could use a toy, but it wasn’t the same and they both knew it—and besides, she definitely didn’t have one here, so at best she’d have to collect herself and finish closing the shop before going home and finishing herself off, after all the momentum had died. And could she really fuck herself as hard or fast or deep as he could? All it took was her saying one simple word—please—and she could get it as good as she liked. He tilted his chin up, nodding at her to do as she’d claimed and please herself. “Go ahead then, don’t mind me.”
As soon as Glade asked her “Whatsamatter?” that was all that’s needed before Candice decided to let her feelings out. “I’m worried!” She claimed, pouting even more now. “Now that Tiff and Randy aren’t together anymore, what do you think will happen to us? Are we all like still going to be able to hang out and game like we usually do? Or, or— does this mean we’ll have to take sides between the two? Obviously, I’m going to pick Tiff’s because she’s my bestie and I won’t abandon her, but what about those who pick Randy’s?” Candice fired questioned after question, taking a pause so she can pop one of the green colored skittles into her mouth. She really was worried over the new state of their group, the awkwardness becoming more apparent since the events of the ball taking place, but also the tension now that the breakup between Tiff and Randy was official, and her bestie having a new boyfriend. “You’re going to pick Randy’s side, aren’t you? You two are really close so it makes sense if you are.”
“You mean does Dad get me in the divorce?” Glade rephrased her question with a humorous twist, trying to get a laugh or at least a reluctant smile out of Candice. She was way too worried about something that wasn’t in their control. As far as he was concerned at this moment, Randy and Tiffany’s break-up was none of their business—it was a turn of events that would inevitably shake up their friend group, but whether that meant that there would be a permanent split right down the middle or just a tension that would fade with time, they didn’t yet know. All they could do was roll with the punches and figure it out as it came, but stressing about it wasn’t going to change anything. He genuinely wasn’t even too concerned with picking sides between Tiff and Randy, seeing how they both seemed to want to keep things on the down-low for the sake of their reputations and the Sugar Rush crew’s careers. “I’m gonna keep hanging out with both of them,” he answered with an unaffected shrug. “Even if they don’t want to get together with everyone at the same time, that doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t still hang out. Don't think about it too much, kid.”
“You so should!” At the suggestion to getting highlights, Jackie’s eyes shined with interest before she nodded. He would look so cute with highlights in his hair! Of course, Glade always was cute to Jackie— the brunette not needing to do much of anything for her to want and baby him over how adorable she found him to be. But at the thought of him getting highlights in his hair? “Maybe some bleached blonde highlights?” Jackie commented, reaching over and entwining her fingers through a few strands. Actually, why stop with highlights? She thinks he would look really good if he bleached his hair entirely. Maybe not full on blonde but— “Okay, but I have a better idea on what you should do— How about bleaching and dying your hair entirely?” The brunette suggested, trying to imagine what hair color would look best on Glade. “A cherry red would look super fire on you.”
Glade had mostly been joking about getting highlights, just trying to mimic the kind of conversation Jackie might have with one of their girl friends, but her apparent excitement over the idea made him wonder if it would be worth giving a real thought. He didn’t know much, if anything, about hair-styling. He was already skeptical at the suggestion of bleach blond highlights (wasn’t that a little too much?—he didn’t want to look like a skunk) but the next idea made Glade’s eyes widen. “Cherry red?” Now he wasn’t sure Jackie wasn’t just picking her own favorite color, rather than what would actually suit him. “You know I wear orange most days?” He wasn’t a color expert, but he was pretty sure that would clash. “I mean, I guess I could wear more neutrals…”
She wanted to smack that grin right off his face, the sight of it pissing the redhead off, even as she continued to grind herself against him. Glade always infuriated her, all he had to do was speak one word and that was enough to make Dani want to shut him right up. Even now, as he claim to being a ‘good boy’ for her, the response he got in return from her was a snort before he pulled her back in for a deeper kiss. Oh yeah, he’s going to be a good boy for her right now, playing it smart to hold back his words despite the redhead remembering how into dirty talk the brunette was from their past endeavors. Aww, is he too afraid to say what’s on his mind? She moaned through his lips as he felt her up. Real afraid of me leaving you hard and desperate? Fingers gripping onto the base of Glade’s shirt, Dani began tugging it up. Pulling back, she removed his shirt completely, throwing it somewhere behind him before pulling him back as he kissed down her neck.
The whole time her hips never stopped moving, feeling him get even harder as he pressed even deeper against her. Fuck, if she didn’t get him inside of her soon, Dani thought, only for the redhead to roll her eyes at the question he fired right back at her. “That’s a dumb question.” She voiced, hands already working on unbuttoning Glade's jeans. Once she popped it open, the redhead slide the zipper down before palming his cock through the fabric of his boxers. “You know what I want.” Dani said right after, not bothering to elaborate for they both knew that soft and slow was out of the question. Making her point even clearer, she pulled his cock out it's confinements, pumping him with one hand as she uses the other to rank her fingers through Glade’s hair before gripping onto it. “You wanted to fuck me, right? So fuck me.”
For the first time, Glade actually found himself annoyed by Dani’s attitude. Usually he took it in stride, even her fuck offs rolling right off his shoulders without affecting his ego, but something about her saying that’s a dumb question got under his skin. (Which was exactly how she always felt in his presence, if he was to do any self-reflection.) It was the fact that she didn’t want him to get big-headed about how easily she’d give it up to him, so he was already holding back from the dirty things he really wanted to say to her—but she also didn’t want him to be nice enough to ask how she liked it? What was left, total silence? Even if they liked things rough and anti-romantic, Glade didn’t just want to shut up and be a sex toy for her to get off with. She also seemed to think she was the only one capable of leaving him high and dry—like he didn’t have the equal ability to walk away right now and leave her with nothing to desperately grind and moan against. Well…she knew he wouldn’t do that, but just because he wouldn’t didn’t mean he couldn’t.
He was so ready to teach her a lesson, fire back about how he had been ready to leave without so much as a kiss before she pulled him back here, so sure, he knew what she wanted. But Dani wasted no time in undressing him and taking his cock in her hand, pumping the length of it as her other hand grabbed his hair and she demanded that he fuck her. All of that simultaneous stimulation distracted him from the game of who’s in control here temporarily, as it suddenly seemed there was a clear winner. He was only weakened for a moment though, before his pride kicked back in and he scooped her up again, whirling around so he could lay her on the table. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” he teased, now more sure than ever that he was the one with the power in this interaction. “Haven’t even gotten your clothes off yet and you’re begging for me.” He knew that was sure to piss her off, but he was no longer concerned about her throwing him out because of it. He knew what she wanted after all. Glade started sliding Dani’s clothing off, agonizingly slow on purpose. She wasn’t going to get what she wanted until she earned it. “You wanted me fuck you, right? Maybe I will when you ask me nicely.”
It was because it’s been a while since she last hooked up with anyone. That’s the excuse she was mentally going with as the redhead wrapped her legs around his waist after Glade picked her up. If it hadn’t been so long then she for sure would have kicked him out of the shop after he filled out her webform. Would've told him to go and find someone else if he was that desperate for sex because she wasn’t interested. She shouldn’t still be interested. Yet— here she was, pressed against the door to this backroom as the two of them made out, Dani voluntarily putting herself within this position with Glade. And with the way she could feel him grin against her lips, the redhead nearly groaned as she could already tell how annoying he was going to be throughout this now that he had the satisfaction of still being able to get what he came to here for.
“Well, now you know.” She sarcastically replied back after they pulled away for some air. Due to her choice to wearing a skirt today, she could feel him against her in this position. “Try not to get too big headed about that though. Don’t want me leaving you all high and dry now do you?” For as relentless as Glade can be, if there was one thing Dani can vouch for him was how he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn't want to do. The only reason he was comfortable in even pinning her like this was because she had been the one to make the first move, but he would let her go if she told him to. And he would let her go even if she decided to leave him with blue balls. With that said, the redhead rolled her hips using their closeness to her advantage as she grind herself against him. Dani moaned when she felt how hard he already was. “A-Ah, how is it that you're so hard already?”
“Sure, I’ll be a good boy for you,” he replied, still grinning. He didn’t think he needed the warning, having already predicted that she would be ready to send him to the curb if he acted too cocky about this. Of course she couldn’t read his mind and know that he was already holding back. But maybe he did need the reminder to do so, because there was so much more dirty talk he wanted to be giving her as Dani rolled her hips against him…You really want me to fuck you at your workplace? He kissed her again, and deeper. Couldn’t even wait to get back to my place, that’s how bad you want it? His hands brazenly roamed her body, squeezing her ass, her hips, her waist, her breasts. Are you gonna remember doing this every time you come into this room? He slipped under her shirt, hurrying to unclasp her bra so he could really touch her. I hope you don’t get too horny thinking about it while you’re on the clock. His kisses trailed down her neck to the top of her chest. If you have to rub one out on break to get through your next shift, just call me; I’ll talk you through it.
“You’re so hot,” was his only vocalized answer to her question about how he was so hard, whether she’d asked it in seriousness or not. A better question was, How could he not be? She had just pulled him into a back room to jump on him like she couldn’t even keep herself in check around him, and she thought he wouldn’t be ready to go immediately. Glade drove himself even harder against her in retaliation. “You want it rough?” That question was definitely rhetorical. They’d never done it gentle. It would have been weird if she asked for soft and slow—not at all fitting with the absolute frenzy of sexual desire they worked up around each other. They had a need it now and need it hard and don’t get romantic on me dynamic which suited them perfectly fine.
By redirecting the conversation back to why Glade had came here in the first place, Dani was challenging him. Either he would finally confirm what the both of them knew, and admit that he was only here looking for a hook up with her or he would have to lie and pretend as if he had came in to shop despite how late in the day it already was and how the only thing he had purchased was an item that he barely glanced at when buying it. And seeing how he hasn’t bothered to try and leave since making his purchase, that once again leaned more towards the proof that he was only here looking for sex from her and sex alone. Which is why it didn’t matter which choice he ends up making— she already made up her mind. With a tilt of her head, strands of her red hair brushing against the side of her cheek as she stared at him, waiting for what he’ll say next now that she had informed him the shop was officially closed. Would he finally try and leave now? The redhead had every right to kick him out if he didn’t now that opening hours were over. And yet, she stayed leaning against the counter, very aware of their closeness she had put them in.
As she watched while his gaze fell onto her lips, Dani nearly smirked at him. He was so predictable, she thought, expecting any second now for him to try and close out the space between them with the attempt on kissing her. They were in perfect range for doing so, Dani intentionally leaning in very close as if she was purposely trying to tempt Glade into doing exactly that. And she was. She was trying to tempt him, not only because she wanted to be proven right with her blunt assessment on him but also because that way they can finally drop the topic on him wanting to commission her. She still didn’t think he was being serious— all of this had to be some long winded ploy in getting her to agree to sleep with him once he had realized she wasn’t responding well to his flirting attempts. Instead, he was going to complimentary route, gassing her up to thinking she’ll be making a commission, only to tear her down once he got what he wanted from her. It was kind of sick if that was what he was actually doing, but it wasn’t as if the two of them were friends, so, he didn’t owe her his genuine interest or kindness if he didn’t want to. Besides, it wasn’t as if she didn’t know he was used to getting what he wanted.
He confirmed what the both of them were thinking, this resulting in her smirking for real. Knew it. But then as Glade leaned in closer, their lips just a hair away from pressing against one another, he did something that ended up surprising her. Instead of kissing her like Dani expected, she felt his lips brush against her cheek before mentioning the commission again in a whisper. He then pulled back, their gaze locking once more— she was dumbfounded. So he was being serious? A part of her still wanted to believe that he was playing with her, acknowledging the bait she left him but twisting it so he’ll be the one stringing her along instead of the other way around. But as she stared back at him in what now felt like them being on a standstill, the redhead also couldn’t think of why he would keep insisting on the commission if he had confessed that he wanted to sleep with her— he could’ve easily kissed her when he had the chance to. Basically, what was happening right now was that Glade had left the ball on Dani’s court, leaving her to decide on where they go from here. Lips pressing against each other, she leaned back and created more distance between them. She then took out her phone, messing around with it for a few seconds before holding it out towards him. “Fill out this forum and then press submit— this way it’s binding that you’re commissioning me and then we can work on creative process afterwards.”
After handing him her phone, the redhead moved away from the counter, and made her way towards the entrance of the thrift shop. There, she flipped the ‘OPEN’ sign over to ‘CLOSED’. Her hand then landed on the lock, but just as she was about to turn it over so that the shop would be officially closed, Dani paused for a second to look back at Glade. She should wait until he filled out the forum and tell him to leave so she could finish out her closing duties. He might actually listen to her this time and do it too. But somehow, she still felt frustrated with that thought, almost as if her dealing with him this entire time had been for nothing if all she had to do was show him her designs. With a huff, she turned the lock, effectively closing the two of them in before making her way back to him. Dani waited until she saw him press the ‘submit’ button before grabbing his arm, taking her phone back. “Done? Great— come with me.” As if she bothered to wait for his response, the redhead began pulling Glade along with her towards the back of the store, and into the break room where she knew there weren't any cameras. She locked the door from behind her too, and without as much of saying anything else, she gripped onto his shirt and pulled him down. Her lips crashing into with his.
The smirk on Dani’s face only went to show that she had made up her mind about him and was feeling vindicated in her assumptions, just because Glade had admitted that he’d come here wanting to hook up. He relished in seeing the smug smile wiped off her face after he pulled away from whispering his new goal. She appeared totally stunned as if no part of her, however small, expected him to be serious about the commission; he was all too satisfied to prove her wrong. Even more so, because that finally convinced her that he really meant it, and she soon handed her phone to him, open to a webform where he could fill in all the pertinent information so they could start the process. She was actually going to design him something—score. Glade immediately began filling in his name and contact details first, almost afraid she would take it back if he was too slow (though luckily he was the fastest typist among anyone he knew, so that shouldn’t be a problem.)
He only paused to glance up at her as she flipped the sign in the window over, seeing her hand move down to the lock as if on autopilot for her typical closing duties—like she’d almost forgotten there was still a customer in here. His eyes quickly returned to the form as she turned around, not wanting to be caught watching her, but what he didn’t expect after that was to hear the lock clicking into place after all. Didn’t she just look back at him? Maybe she liked to lock the door to prevent any customers from trying to get in after official closing while she was still in there with the lights on, cleaning up. The sign probably wasn’t enough to keep out the general public who paid no attention to their surroundings…Then maybe she was going to let him stay while she finished closing so they could keep talking about the commission. Glade smiled as he finished typing and Dani returned to reclaim her phone, about to open his mouth again and speak before she grabbed his arm and started dragging him away from the counter. Before he knew it, she was pulling him into a back room, locking another door, and yanking him down into a kiss. Oh. He got it now. Hell, yes. It wasn’t what he was expecting, but even better.
Reciprocating the kiss without a second of hesitation, he grabbed Dani’s hips and picked her up so he didn’t have to bend down, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he did so. Glade continuing to push forward, Dani quickly ended up pressed between his body and the door behind her. The little devil in him wanted to open its stupid mouth and say something cocky about how he knew she couldn’t resist him, but that was exactly the kind of thing that would give her the fire to do just that—shut the whole party down and kick him out to save her pride. Glade was a smug little shit by nature, but his one saving grace was knowing when he really needed to hold it in. The only sign he gave that he knew he was winning was his grin against Dani’s lips when he paused for a breath. “If I’d known Halloween gets you so hot and bothered, I would’ve mentioned it sooner,” he joked, moving his hands down to squeeze her ass and pull her even closer against him.
For free, huh? Dani thought, raising her brow at him with sarcastic snort. Yeah right, maybe if she slept with him again he would happily let her check out his families farm for free. There was no way he was promising her that without there being some kind of strings attached. After all, hadn’t he came here looking for a hook up with her? Glade has yet to be transparent over his reason for stopping by the thrift shop, but she sure as hell knew it wasn’t to actually be a customer despite him making a purchase. She bets that if she took him on his offer, he’ll then spin it in a way to bring it right back to why he was here in the first place, all while smirking at her in the same way he had been when he first came in. That thought alone annoyed her and reminded the redhead that she was supposed to be chasing him away from her— not they were mingling around, talking about Halloween, a pumpkin farm that throws an apparently awesome Fall Festival, and now a potential future commission???
“Sorry! I take my commissions seriously and I needed to be sure you aren’t trying to pull my leg!” She retorted right back, now with a frustrated huff. Excuse her for not wanting to believe that he seriously wanted to commission her for an outfit when he could go to literally any other designer! Especially if she actually accepts and starts working on it, just for him to then say he was messing with her all along? But if he kept insisting that he was then fine— maybe she will accept. “Orangeboar?” Dani repeated, this time letting out a louder laugh. Well that certainly was a unique last name if she’s ever heard one! And just like him, she didn’t think she could call him by Mr. Orangeboar without losing a straight face. Guess she’ll be sticking with Glade for him instead, which then when he asked for her last name, the redhead merely smirked. “That’s for you to find out for yourself.” She claimed mysteriously. Once again, she was losing herself within their conversation, Dani going as far as to ask Glade what design he had in mind like she was seriously considering in accepting his commission. He got all excited in return, immediately letting her know that he wanted a king of the jack-o-lanterns kind of vibe.
It’s kind of funny how weirdly into all this Glade became the second he saw her designs. Most people who ever got a peak would just compliment her before moving on to the next topic, and besides her family, the last person who got this excited over her work had been her ex-boy— Oh. Mind traveling back to that summer day where she and Slightly first met, the redhead sitting on a bench sketching an outfit idea that had came to mind at the time until she heard music being played not too far from where she sat. She had looked up to see who was playing, liking the song she was hearing yet not recognizing the tune to pinpoint it. That was when her eyes connected with that of a blonde musician, lost in his own world as he played. Dani had listened through the entire song before she had came up to him and told him how cool his song was and that she liked it. He told her it was his latest EP and after introducing themselves to one another, the two of them had began chatting until Slightly questioned her about her sketchbook. The redhead had shown him designs, and it was the first time since anyone outside of her family who seemed so interested in her work. He hadn’t even seen her designs made into life outside of a cardigan she had been wearing that day but Slightly had been impressed— insisting that she was super talented. His words had sparked something in her that day, and after that, they started to hang out even more, eventually began dating, and the rest should’ve been history between them— Until Glade came into the picture.
Looking back at him, her grip tightened against her sketchbook. “…..You came in here looking for a hookup, didn’t you?” She suddenly asked, forgoing answering his question about masks. She hadn’t outright agreed to the commission, and with there only being less than five minutes until closing, she figured she’ll finally get straight to the point with him. “So you came in at this time.” Without even waiting for his answer, the redhead placed her sketchbook against the counter before she leaned over against it like she had done so earlier, her face only centimeters away from Glade's. “That’s what you really wanted from me—” Because you know I’ll give in, she thought in shame and frustrated with herself. No, he was the main one at fault. He was the one who kept on flirting with her despite knowing she was taken. But he didn’t care. From the back of his head, she peaked up at the clock hanging against the wall of the store. Dani sardonically smiled. “The shop’s officially closed.”
Glade pouted as Dani laughed; he took pride in his family name, despite how goofy he knew it objectively sounded. “You think that’s funny, you should meet my friend—Randy Fluggerbutter.” Actually, if she knew much of anything about the gaming industry, she’d probably already heard that surname thanks to the Fluggerbutter family’s popular game development company, but it was still the kind of name that didn’t sound any less silly with more exposure. And it gave him someone to throw under the bus to take heat off his own unique surname. (Sorry Randy. But not really.) When Dani challenged him to find out her last name for himself, he wondered if hers was just as ridiculous, or if she just wanted to play mysterious. Even by denying that she was going to tell him herself, she was basically inviting him to involve himself more with her by telling him to find it out. He was down to play that game—pretty sure he’d learn her full name whenever he paid her for her commission anyway…if she ever actually confirmed that she would design something for him. She just liked to keep him on the hook, didn’t she?
He had honestly gotten so distracted by the thought of having some one-of-a-kind Halloween couture made for him that the mention of what he’d initially come here for surprised him. He’d already mentally written off the possibility of hooking up with Dani tonight, shifting his focus to discussing her designs, so her being the one to bring it up really threw him for a loop. Glade would have thought she’d be glad he had changed what he was looking for here. She wanted him to leave from the moment he walked through the door, obviously knowing that he was only after a hook-up, but after having a real conversation with each other for probably the first time ever—wouldn’t she hope he was forgetting and forgoing his desire for sex tonight? Instead, she was calling him out on it, leaning over the counter to eliminate almost all the space between them and proving Glade right in his belief that she was still attracted to him despite how actively she tried to resist the feeling. Fucking called it. But was she seriously inviting him to take advantage right now? He wished he knew what was going on inside her head.
It was hard to concentrate when Dani’s face was so close to his, his gaze automatically dropping to her lips. He had to assume she knew the risks of placing herself a mere breath away—she had to know he could take it as a sign that she was receptive and kiss her. If she didn’t want that, there was no way she’d breach the personal space bubble first…Unless it was a test. If he broke the boundary, would it prove to her that he was only after one thing? Would she then refuse to work with him for the Halloween outfit? Glade didn’t have much time to analyze all his options and their potential outcomes, acting on instinct. “That is what I wanted,” he answered honestly, because it would have been idiotic to lie when they both obviously knew why he’d come into this store with no intentions of shopping. “But now I have an ulterior motive.” He closed the gap between them, moving in like he was going to kiss her, but slipping to the side so his lips only brushed her cheek as he whispered, “I really want to order a custom suit from you.” He pulled back then, looking Dani in the eyes again. Two could play at the teasing game. Whatever her deal was…If she still didn’t believe that he was serious about commissioning her, he was standing firm. And if she wanted to fuck, she could say it with her words instead of provoking him to ask her for it, like he was the only one who wanted to.
Mentally mourning a little at the loss of a bracelet that wasn’t even her’s in the first place, the redhead watched as he pocked the bracelet after she finished with his transaction. The only thing she hoped he would do is that he’ll give it to someone who would actually wear it, as it would both be a shame and infuriating if the only thing he did with the jewelry piece was throw it away once he finally left the place. But even if that exactly is what Glade ends up doing, it’s not like Dani would be none-the-wiser about it. She was really betting that tonight was a one off thing between them, not expecting to see or run into him anytime soon after her shift ends for the night, and yet, she had a sense that this wouldn’t actually be the last time. Something told her that Glade was planning on stopping by more often now— but if he did, hopefully it wouldn’t be when it was only her at the store.
Her eyes grew in astonishment as he eagerly explained to her what his family did at their pumpkin farm throughout the autumn season. Hearing as he went on about the Fall Festival they hold and all of the fun attractions and events that occurs both before and even after Halloween passes. Dani hated to admit to it, but everything sure did sound really fun, and she was actually shocked that this was the first time she was hearing about any of this. In all the years she’s been living at Destiny Isle since her and her family first moved here, how have she never heard about this Fall Festival Glade’s family hosts? Maybe because he came from a rich and well-off family, so maybe his family’s farm was only open to those of his similar status? At that thought, the redhead frowned. That did sound like a very likely thought, especially considering the type of people he hung out with— all who came from wealthy families. Not like Dani. She was the total opposite of that. “All that does sound like fun. Maybe if I’m allowed in I might check the farm out.” She replied, as despite Glade saying she should check it out, it didn’t exactly mean that he was personally inviting her to go. Although everything did sound so cool and she was curious on how this farm looked like, so maybe sometime soon she would actually stop by. She could even go with Max, Alli and Poppy. Poppy would love the corn maze and petting zoo. Katie too, so maybe Dani could also convince Jay to check the place out as well.
As Glade confirmed that he wanted to commission an outfit from her, Dani nearly snorted as he said he’ll be the best dressed if she made him an outfit to the Halloween ball. Obviously she knew about it. She was planning on going to the ball herself and dragging a friend along as her date, but figures that he was planning on going himself. Especially with this newfound realization that he liked Halloween the same way she did. But to claim that he’ll be the best dressed thanks to her? When he could easily commission an outfit from a well-known and established designer instead? “You seriously want to commission me?” The redhead repeated, this time letting herself to snort as he winked at her. He really couldn’t help himself, could he? Yet, rather than being annoyed, there was actually a bit of humor within Dani’s eyes. “The “sir” treatment is only for customers at this shop— normally for those who commission me, I go by last names unless stated otherwise to keep the professionalism, so even if I do agree to commission you, at best that’s what I’ll refer to you as.” Speaking of which, she didn’t think she even knew what Glade’s last name was. Maybe he mentioned it back when they first met, but that felt like so long ago. Examining him, the redhead tried to guess if he was being serious about all of this or if this was some kind of ploy. She can accept that they both had a mutual interest in Halloween, but who is to say that this isn’t his way to try and get into her pants again? “If I agree to commission you— what kind of design you want me to make you?”
“Yeah, you should! Tickets are ten to twenty-five depending on the day, but I’ll get you in for free,” Glade promised with a grin, hoping she actually would take him up on the offer. It wasn’t often that he had anyone actually be interested in coming to the family farm, despite how awesome their Fall Festival was. Though he shared some common interests with his main friend group—namely the gaming that formed their careers as streamers—they weren’t really into Halloween to the extent he was. Besides some fun group costumes and parties over the years, most of them didn’t have interest in going out of their way to spend time on a farm just because of the spooky season. Not their scene. Dani didn’t seem like she’d have as lofty tastes as the crew he spent most of his time with, so he didn’t hesitate to invite her over. She seemed to keep hesitating to believe that he really wanted to commission something from her, though. Damn, was she ever suspicious.
“Yes—how many times do you want me to say it?” he asked. While he worried that annoying her might make her reject the commission from him, it was impossible to keep from sassing her entirely; at this point it was just how they interacted with each other, and Dani seemed to be taking it in stride right now rather than still trying to chase him out of the store…Maybe the promise of a new client for her private design business was too enticing to deny. He didn’t like the idea of switching to a last name basis with her, however, scrunching his nose at the suggestion. “I don’t want you to call me Mr. Orangeboar,” he replied. It wasn’t that he didn’t have pride in his family name, but it was one of those ‘Please, Mr. Orangeboar is my father’ situations. Glade tilted his head as he realized Dani now knew his surname, but he still didn’t know hers. “What’s your last name?”
When she asked what he would want her to make for him, he thought they were finally getting somewhere. If he’d led with the fact that money was no object and she could name any price she wanted, he wondered if she’d have bitten faster—was the money worth putting up with him? But he got the vibe that throwing around his wealth would sway her even more in the direction of finding him unbearable to be around and make it less likely for her to accept, regardless of the price she could charge, so he elected not to bring up the money matter until she did. He addressed her question by spitballing his immediate idea for the design he’d like. “Something pumpkiny, obviously.” Looking up into space like he could see the vision now, he spread his hands as if revealing a title card on an invisible screen. “King of the jack-o-lanterns.” The masquerade theme would be perfect for something like that. He looked back at Dani. “Do you do masks, too?”
