Preparations and driving.

Tyler snuck out of his room and began to pack a bag. He made sure to grab a spare shirt, underwear, and...he opened his kitchen cabinet and reached in the far back where he hid it. He grabbed out a small spool of rope. He packed a few more necessities and stuffed them in the trunk of his car, shutting it quietly as he snuck back inside.

He turned on the shower and began to get ready.

"You don't think we're underdressed, right?" Asked Kaitlyn. She was wearing a tight black dress and had heels on. Her makeup was done expertly (it better have been, considering it took her an hour).

"Well, Zoe...y," He corrected himself quickly, "said to wear something pretty formal. She said it took a bit of finesse to get these seats and we should dress like we belong. It's fancy." He himself was wearing a suit and tie. "And we couldn't literally be more dressed than this. I brought out the big guns." He took a turn and sped up to overtake a car.

"True. I just feel so weird about this. It's awfully nice of her to do this, though. I hope we can be good friends."

"Same." He said.

Her phone rang. Tom.

"Oh, hi Tom! Yeah, we've been on the road for a little. I think we're on track to get there a little bit faster than you guys."

"..."

"Yes, I am excited. I feel so fancy." She giggled. "Say hi to Zoey for me! Tyler says hi, too!"

"..."

"Zoey said hi back." She said to Tyler quickly before snapping back to the conversation. "What did you guys wear?"

"..."

"Oh, okay good! We'll look pretty similar then. We'll see you guys there. Bye bye."

7:00 P.M.

"Hey, guys!" Tom said. They had just gotten out of the car -- looks like they didn't get even close to beating them.

This was the first time Tyler had ever gotten a good look at Tom.

He was slightly taller than Tyler, with dark hair and a fairly pale complexion. He was a bit lankier and a little skinnier than Tyler as well, but seemed like a nice enough guy. His hair was slicked back as he had his hair styled in an undercut. He, too, was wearing a suit.

Tyler shook his hand. "Hi. Nice to finally meet you. I'm Tyler, Kaitlyn's boyfriend."

He saw Zoey's eyes light up and her eyebrow twitch as he said that, her standing next to him.

"So I've heard. Your reputation proceeds you. I'm Tom, Zoey's boyfriend."

"You've got good choices in guys, Zoey. He's not a total loser like you." He teased.

"Oh, I've got the best choices in guys." Her eyes lingered on Tyler for a little while.

He tried not to stare at her.

Those glasses.

Those damn, damned glasses.

Zoey was wearing a dress as well, only hers was jet black and...had an air of superiority compared to Kaitlyn's dress. It was tight and yet not tight where it needed to be. Her shoulders showed and he still saw a faint mark where he had nipped her. His dick twitched. She was wearing her glasses and some heels, making her even taller than Tyler. No lipstick this time.

She looked down at him slightly and smirked. He broke the handshake with Tom as he began to greet Kaitlyn, catching up.

"Hello, Zoey. Weird seeing you out of your oversized sweatshirt and sneakers for a change."

"Hi, Tyler." She smiled. "It's weird seeing you not be a total dork outside of work. You look good." She winked. He smiled back.

"Thank you. You look..."

"Fucking delicious." He whispered into her ear, pushing her against the wall. He bit her lip and let his hands explore her body.

"C'mon, we can't be gone long from them." She said, her heart rate elevated. "I said I'd show you the bathroom and then be right back to our seats."

"I'm so glad this place is so fucking big. It's really easy to get lost -- it'd be a shame if we did." He gripped her ass and then spanked her once, causing her to jump.

"Anyone could see us, you fucking idiot. S-stop for now." She flushed red.

He licked her neck. "Don't pretend like you didn't see this coming. You wanted to kiss me, Mrs 'not wearing lipstick to a formal place'." He teased. "Or did you have other plans for those lips tonight?"

She licked her lips. "Don't blame a girl for thinking ten steps ahead. But we really need to get back. We'll find another excuse later, just go down this hall and pretend to use the bathroom while I make my way back." She kissed him. "See you at the table. Try and refrain from bending me over it in front of Tom, yeah?"

He smirked. "No promises." He gave her ass one more swat before seeing her off.

Dinner was going to be fun.