After getting the low down on Josh, you then asked Randall how things were going at work. Hoping that he might have a little more free time this week to spend hanging with you. Last week had admittedly been a bit of a wash out in that respect, and it was almost beginning to feel like Aisha and Mads saw more of him than you did. Unfortunately his answer was much the same as it had previously been, telling you that they still had a lot of things to finalize over the next couple of weeks. With any luck though, he told you, things would start to even out again until they got their next big ad campaign (which was apparently to do with this Windham company Cole had mentioned back in Randall's office).
"Sorry, dude. The hectic life of a advertising exec I guess. Sometimes I wish I was still back at school with you." So did you. "What do you think?" he continued, chuckling slightly, "Could I pass as a teacher? I could teach social studies or art... or even a class on how to be as cool as fuck."
"Yeah... don't think you have the qualification for any of those, Randall," you told him. "Especially not the last one."
Laughing at this and throwing a few barbs your way (teasing you every so often with his impressions of Allison), the two of you then decided to head to the cinema to catch a movie. Before Randall dropped you off again at your house, telling you as he did, "I'll give you a call if I get any free time, but don't hold out too much hope."
You did though and you were sadly disappointed. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday all being heavy work days, leaving you stuck at home, **** to battle your little brother at Call of Duty and watch movies on your own. Having yet to really make any kind of social plans with Danny and Chris outside of school. Feeling too much like a third wheel around them. As for Allison, your interactions with her were rather infrequent. You'd tried to take on board Randall's advice and be more confident around her, but you still seemed to fail. She was still giving you the cold shoulder and you were too nervous to approach - not wanting to make things any worse than you already assumed them to be, No. Best just to play the waiting game and see if she'll come around, you told yourself, having grown rather paranoid that this whole thing with her might just be in your head. Maybe she was just being friendly and had no real interest in you at all. Randall may think so, but just because he was a woman now, it didn't mean he knew everything. Especially not when it came to Allison.
When Friday rolled around again, you decided to head into town to catch a flick by yourself (having a free period last thing). Figuring that afterwards you might as well swing by Randall's to see if he was there. You hadn't actually been to his apartment for a while now, and if he wasn't there, you could at least let yourself in and kill a little time playing one of the newer games he'd gotten for his XBox till he got back. "What's mine is yours", he did tell you after all.
Coming out of the cinema around two hours or so later, you shot Randall a text and headed over to his place on the bus. As per usual, you got no reply. Indicating that he was either too busy to answer or had once again left his phone somewhere. Either way it was becoming quite common occurrence, so you were hardly surprised.
Knocking on his door once you reached his apartment and getting no answer, you shrugged to yourself and said Well, I guess he's not in. Pulling out the spare key then to let yourself on in. Before you'd even manged to get it in the lock however, you saw the handle turn and watched as Randall appeared on the other side. Looking rather damp with only a towel wrapped around his glistening body. His large bosom heaving beneath the terrycloth material.
"Shit, dude. It's you. I was just in the shower," he told you, explaining his current attire, but not his rather flustered looking face. "What are you doing here?"
Explaining what you were doing, as well as the fact that you'd sent him a text on the way over, Randall replied, "Sorry. I've been kind of rushed ever since got back." Beckoning you on into the apartment.
"Everything all right?" you asked him as you shut the door behind you. It being obvious that something was up.
"Yeah, it's fine. I've just found out I have to go to this stupid dinner party thing one of our "potential" clients is throwing," he said, shaking his head. Looking rather displeased about this. "Cole was supposed to be going on his own but then Ryan asked me this morning if I'd go too. Guess he thinks Cole might fuck it up on his own. Barely even got in the door before I had to start getting myself ready."
Shit, you though. That kinda sucks. That Cole guy certainly seemed like a complete asshat to you and it was clear that Randall also shared this opinion.
"It starts at six and apparently it's gonna be one hell of a fancy affair," he continued. "Ryan wants me to "dress up nice", whatever the hell that means."
You of course hadn't been expecting any of this, having been under the assumption that he wouldn't even be here when you set out. Feeling rather bad now that your visit couldn't have come at a worse time, you quickly began to apologize. "Shit, sorry, dude. Didn't realize," you said, turning back again towards the door, "I can go if you want..."
Randall however just shook his head, telling you that, "No, no. It's cool. You're here now. You might as well give me a hand getting ready. Fuck knows what the hell I'm gonna wear."
While you didn't really have a clue about women's clothes and fancy parties either, you weren't exactly gonna pass up an opportunity to see him dressed up in another killer dress. Getting rather excited as it was looking at him clothed in nothing but a towel. His dripping wet flesh and vast cleavage causing quite a reaction downstairs. Every little movement causing a delightful little bounce and jiggle that was almost hypnotizing.
"Sure," you eagerly answered, reigning your enthusiasm back just a little."I mean... I can try."
Doing as he instructed then, you followed him into his bedroom where he pulled out a couple of dresses from the closet and held them up for your approval. Needing a second opinion on which one would be best for some "high class, power schmoozing", as he had put it.
"This one... This one.... or... This one?" he asked, pulling out three distinctively different, but all equally as impressive looking dresses.
"Wow..." You weren't entirely sure where to even start. Certain that your Auntie's body would look amazing in either one. There was a sparkly silver number, a slinky purple one, as well as positively stunning dark red dress that looked like something out of a movie or magazine. The latter one also seemed more appropriate given the occasion and you had to go for that one. Randall agreeing that he was thinking the same too.
"...I mean my tits are gonna be literally bursting out of it. But then again, they do that with everything else anyway... Plus, Ryan did want me to "look nice" for Windham, so I guess this is probably the kinda thing he was meaning."
"Yeah, probably," you agreed. Not entirely sure how you felt about this. On the one hand, your Auntie certainly had the body for it and you yourself were eager to see what Randall looked like in that thing. On the other, you didn't really like the idea of people creeping all over him all night. Nor his boss suggesting that he let them.
Randall seemed to agree on this as well. "I know I'm hot as fuck now and these things are like the greatest weapons in the world," he said, indicating to his partially covered rack, "but sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass being treating like nothing more than fucking eye candy." Mind you, women also had the rather unfair advantage over men that they could use their bodies to get pretty much whatever they wanted. All Randall had to do now was flash a little cleavage or show a little leg and you and everyone else where pretty much putty in his hand. If a dude tried that, all they'd get is laughed at.
Sighing though and admitting that it was for the greater good, he put the other two dresses back in the closet and laid the red one down onto the bed, asking you you could go round up his phone, keys and handbag in the living room while he got himself dressed.
Doing just that while lamenting the fact that you couldn't actually stay and watch - that of course being a line you were pretty sure would never be crossed (it was still your Aunt's body after all) - you found his stuff moments later scattered across the coffee table, and considered having a quick look through his phone to see
if he had any other photos on there. The Zatanna ones he had sent you had excited you so much, and you were certain he had to have more from that night and others. You thought better of it though, already feeling guilty about raiding his underwear drawers that night, several weeks before. This would kind of be the same sort of thing in a way. Besides, if he did have more, all you had to do was ask and he'd probably show them to you. He was your best friend after all.
"Got your stuff all here," you called out to him, as you placed the phone back inside the handbag. "Anything else you're needing?"
"Yeah. There should be some red lipstick in there that'll probably go with the dress," he shouted back. "You couldn't bring it here could you?"
"Sure thing."
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