The Rescue Mission

The man with the slicked-back hair and the five-o'clock shadow leaned against the counter and looked Jon up and down. His shirt was unbuttoned half-way down his torso, giving a view of greasy looking chest hair and a collection of gold chains. The man's mouth held a chewed up toothpick that was flicking up and down like the tongue of a lizard. Jon smiled, happy to be pulled from his thoughts in order to help out this friendly looking man.

"Joan, huh?" the man said, running his tongue over his lower lip. "That's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you."

Jon giggled. He even had a sense of humour!

"Can I help you with something?" Jon asked.

"Listen, Joan, my lady-friend was trying some clothes on in the changing room, but the door's jammed. Now the slut can't get out."

Jon ignored the fact that the man was referring to a man in drag as a 'lady-friend', and instead felt terrible for the poor man's predicament! Imagine, going to a store with someone, only to find yourself alone, separated from the one person who made the trip important.

"Oh, you poor dear!" Jon gushed, grabbing the man by the hand, "You show me which room and let's see if we can't fix it."

Jon and the man walked hand-in-hand to the back of the store. When the man indicated which changing room it was, Jon let go of the man's hand. Then, in a moment of spontaneous empathy, he wrapped his arms around the man, burying his face in the man's chest hair, hoping to alleviate the man's fears.

"It's going to be alright, honey," Jon said, "We'll get this door open."

"Easy there, Joan," the poor man said with a smirk, "How about we focus on the door, then we can talk about gettin' physical later."

Jon was happy that he was with such a focussed and wise man. Turning his attentions to the stuck portal, he gave it a shove. Nothing. Not even a budge.

He asked the man to help, but the man said, "Trick shoulder, sorry babe."

That's when it occurred to him that if Jon could get the man to rest his back against the door and push with his legs, Jon could add his strength and the door wouldn't stand a chance! And wouldn't you know it, the man was more than willing to oblige, his back now braced against the door, muscles taut. Soon Jon found himself with his ruffle-clad behind pressing into the man's groin.

Hoping that he wasn't pressing too hard, Jon wiggled his behind back and forth, up and down, wanting to find a comfortable position so as to not cause the man too much pain. It wasn't the man's groin that was uncomfortable, though, but rather Jon's behind. Turning around to find out what was causing him so much displeasure, Jon found that the man was wearing a large silver belt buckle.

"You don't mind if I take this off, do you?" Jon asked, resting his hands on the buckle.

"Joan, baby, you can do whatever you want."

With a hungry grin, Jon took the belt from the man's waist. He was so excited! Soon the door would be open and he would have helped another friendly customer! The man's pants, without the support of the belt, fell around his ankles, revealing that the man had left the house that morning with no underwear on. Jon shrugged it off and turned back around, resuming his grinding.

Again something began to dig into his behind, something hard and pointy. Rather than turning around to investigate, Jon decided that it would be more efficient to reach between his legs and adjust whatever it was so that he could continue in his rescue efforts. Hiking up his dress, Jon reached between his legs and took hold of something long, hot, and stiff that seemed to be situated between the man's legs. Holding onto it, not too tightly, he maneuvered it until it was between his own two legs, pressed up against his own groin.

Making sure to hold onto the item that he'd found, Jon continued in his grinding, gently pressing back into the man. Finding that he could achieve a certain rhythm if he massaged the stiff thing, Jon leg go of his ruffled dress and focussed on his grind, his massage, and rested his free hand on the neck of the friendly customer.

Soon enough the man was leaning down, his behind pressing against the door (obviously to try to dislodge the stuck portal), and kissing Jon's neck. Jon was so grateful that he had a customer who appreciated all the hard work he was doing. He ran his fingers through the man's hair to acknowledge the man's gesture.

A few minutes into their efforts, a few things happened simultaneously. First, the man began to moan.

"Joan!" he moaned over and over as he thrust his groin backwards and forwards.

Secondly, whatever it was that Jon was massaging grew very hot and began to expel some sort of hot, sticky liquid that soaked Jon's nice white panties and the inside of his ruffled dress.

Thirdly the door flew open, leaving Jon laying on top of the half-naked man, while a young man build like a football player but dressed as a disco queen stared down at the pair.

"Guido!" the disco-dressed-drag-queen exclaimed, "I knew you'd save me!"

"No worries Stella," the man, Guido, Jon surmised, "Joan here gave me a bit of a hand." Guido chuckled to himself at that comment, though for what reason Jon couldn't figure. Of course he'd given the customer a hand! That's what a good employee does!

Jon let go of the thing that he had been holding, which was quickly softening, and climbed up off the man. A strong feeling of irritation hit him as he realized how wet his panties and dress now were. Sure, they probably looked clean from the outside, but there was no way he would feel comfortable in them in their present state. Stella leaned in and kissed Jon on the cheek, thanking him for his help.

Jon quickly backed away from the scene, not wanting anyone to see him kissing a drag-queen. He had a reputation to uphold, and he didn't know when he was going to run into one of the famed "Girls of Girl World", but he didn't want to have to explain any funny business when he did.