Man looking for a couple.

Davie stood in the alley outside Spinners. "Yes, dove," he said into his mobile phone. He hitched up the waist of his tight new jeans. "Yes, I miss you too." He laughed. "I guess so." He listened a moment. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to bury myself in meaningless sex, I mean extra hours of work. What?" He laughed out loud. "No, of COURSE I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't do." He patted his jacket pocket, with the fat little 'adventure kit' full of condoms, lube, wet wipes, creams, cock rings, and a couple little sex toys. "Take care of yourself. Oh, what, right now?" he said. He lowered his voice. "You're in the stock room, and that new stock boy..." he spun out the fantasy. "And I come in and say 'What are you doing to my girlfriend?' So up he jumps with his chin all wet, and I tell him..." He kept talking, but glanced around the alley, not wanting to be too oblivious at night in the city. A man and woman broke a kiss and walked round the corner toward Spinners. "And I'm deep inside you, fucking you slow and deep while we share his sweet cock, yes, in your mouth, then in mine, then he's thrusting across our wet lips, yes, your hand on his balls, yes dove, do that, put your finger in his ass, yes, he's coming all over our faces and I'm fucking you deep. What was that? Uh-huh?" He smiled broadly. "Uh-huh! Yes, yes, yes, dove! I love that sound, dove, yes, come, come, baby, oh yes! Oh yes."

Davie said his goodbyes and clicked off. "Oh yes," he said. He readjusted his new jeans again and stuffed the gold handkerchief down in his right pocket. He wanted to check out the couple he said he'd meet before he showed off the sign. If they looked dodgy, maybe he could hook up with someone else at Spinners.

He walked out of the alley and went to the back door of the coffeehouse next to Spinners. A girl in a green apron was putting a large plastic trash sack into a rolling bin. He watched her buttocks tense under her white pants as she shifted her weight, struggling with the overfull sack.

"Help you with that, miss?" he said.

"Mmf," she grunted.

He stepped up and lifted the sack from the bottom. She pushed it into the metal bin where it landed with a thump.

"Thank you," she said.

She was a head shorter than Davie, with a cute round face and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Not much chest under her apron, but he liked 'em small.

"What are you doing after work?" he asked.

"My boyfriend's picking me up," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Is he as cute as you? I'll take you both out!" Davie said.

"You're having me on," she said.

"Na, I'm completely serious," he said. He spread his hands in a pleading gesture.

She snorted, almost a laugh. "Well, got to get back to work," she said. She turned away, but not quick enough to hide her smile.

"I guess you'll find out after work," he said.

"Hah," she said. She held the door for him and they entered the rear door of the coffeehouse. She ducked into the toilet, no doubt to wash up according to health regs, and Davie walked slowly toward the front.

He saw the couple sitting at a corner table in the front, looking out the window. They were a little older than him, dressed casually, but wearing clothes that said they had a little money. He checked them out, trying to decide if he liked what he saw, or if he should make his excuses "...sorry, took one in the balls kicking the football around with my mates..." and look elsewhere tonight.