This was supposed to be a breakthrough—finally a chance to get his life moving again. But now it seemed clothes, of all things, were the obstacle standing between Luke and the job application.
There was no way he was letting this opportunity slip past him. Not after everything. But his only presentable outfit no longer fit, and he had nothing else that could pass even a distant inspection.
Should I ask Frank? Luke wondered. Frank was almost his size—well, close enough.
But then again, Frank had already done him a huge favor just by mentioning the job opening at Big Treats. Asking for clothes on top of that… would that be pushing it?
And even if Frank agreed, how would Luke get them? Frank lived on the opposite side of Slum City, and by now he'd already be at work. Mr. Hargraves wasn't the kind of boss who let anyone step out for "emergencies." The man probably wouldn't grant leave even if your house was on fire.
As Luke wrestled with a problem that should never have been a problem in the first place, a loud crash echoed from outside his room. He jolted upright and rushed out, heart thumping, half expecting some new disaster.
He threw open the door—and froze.
There, sitting on the floor amid a scatter of clothes and the remains of a shattered basket, was Trish. Of course. Lately he'd been running into her more than he ever had before.
She blinked up at him, surrounded by fabric like the aftermath of a cotton explosion.
Still wrapped in his towel from the night before, Luke knelt down to help her.
Trish shifted uneasily. It was hard for her to meet his eyes; the tension between them was thick, and for her it was worse. She had begun feeling things she never expected—things she wasn't ready to name.
"Why do you have so many clothes?" Luke asked as he picked up a bundle. "Mostly men's, too."
"Oh—don't you remember? I do laundry for people." She straightened a little, trying to sound confident. "I even have a shop and everything."
In Slum City, opportunities were as rare as gold—rarer, some would say. Most girls ended up as hookers. Another portion worked as nannies for rich families across town. Only a small minority had anything close to a normal job, and Trish was lucky enough to be one of them.
Being a launderer wasn't glamorous, and it certainly wasn't high-paying, but it kept her fed. And she was never without a boyfriend willing to help her scrape by.
Luke had seen her around before, usually hauling buckets of clothes to somewhere he never bothered to wonder about. Back then he didn't pay much attention—he was too busy burying his face in the floor, avoiding everyone's eyes, including hers.
Luke considered his options. Borrowing a set of clothes from her wasn't the best idea, seeing as the clothes belonged to a paying customer but it was also not the worst idea—she was doing laundry anyway.
Asking might be awkward, but the worst she could do was say no. He was not scared of her saying no, he just wanted this to be solved so he would not have to look for another means.
"Can I ask you a favor?" he said.
He barely finished the sentence before she answered, "Yes," too quickly, brushing her hair behind her ear in an embarrassed little gesture.
Luke couldn't help noticing; she clearly liked him. Maybe a little too much.
Although it was understandable, he was now the hot guy in the complex but just one or two days ago she did not even acknowledge that he existed.
He explained, "I, uh… lost my job recently. And I might have a new opportunity, but because of… well, how much I've grown lately, none of my clothes fit."
"I can imagine," Trish said with a crooked smile, her eyes flicking—just briefly—to his arms before she caught herself.
"It's not just shirts and pants," Luke added.
"Everything has become tight."
She tried to play it cool, but the look she gave him wasn't subtle. Interest, curiosity,
"Well… I might have something you can use," she said softly.
"Oh great, that would be very helpful, thank you," Luke added.
"Okay, come with me," she commanded.
"Like this?" Luke asked. After all, he was still wrapped in his towel.
"Yes. I don't know your particular measurements, and I can't carry all the clothes to your room," she answered boldly.
"Alright then…" Luke followed her into her apartment. This was the first time Luke had entered Trish's room.
It had the scent of flowers and cinnamon.
It was arranged so neatly, unlike his. It was truly a lady's room, and he was well and truly impressed.
"Over here," she called out to Luke, directing him to the area where she hung her clothes.
There was a variety of clothes she had arranged, ranging from suits to casual clothes, and even underwear.
"You can change over there; I won't peek," she said, pointing Luke towards a corner in the room where he could check which clothes fitted.
"I don't mind," Luke stated. After all, he was incredibly comfortable with his hot body.
Luke did not mind that she had a boyfriend.
Although he came there for the purpose of getting clothes so he could go apply for his job, anything else would be an added bonus.
"Okay then," Trish happily turned back to watch Luke as he changed.
Luke immediately let loose his towel, revealing his massive cock.
Trish's eyes widened with amazement. "Oh my!" she exclaimed.
Ever since she caught a glimpse of Luke's cock through his towel outside the bathroom, she wanted to see the real thing in its full appeal, and now she had.
That was why she refused to have her usual morning sex with her boyfriend.
She knew her morning moans disturbed Luke, but in the past, she did not care. Now, however, it was a different story altogether.
She wanted to taste that cock by all means necessary, even at the cost of her relationship with her boyfriend.