An enjoyable evening.

I left a note for Mark, telling him I was going out, but leaving before he got home. I didn’t want him to see me before I left. Primarily this was because of what I was wearing. It was a red cardigan that had a chain fastener, no shirt, and a black skirt that was short and tight.

Mark loved this top; the two triangular sides didn’t join between my breasts. Instead, a hoop on each side was fitted with the little chain. I couldn’t wear a bra with it, and Mark enjoyed feeling me up when I wore it. To top it off, the fabric was stretched, and as it pulled over my tits, my nipples and piercings could be seen pressing against the fabric.

Having left home early, I got to Molly’s early; it was a pleasant enough bar but nothing fancy. I got there about twenty to seven and was surprised to see Craig was already there; and he saw me and waved me over.

Craig was sitting with his back to the corner of the venue at a small table in one of the darkest corners in the place. “Looking hot,” he said as he stood up and hugged me, his hands resting on the top of my arse. I was tiny in his hands. Craig and Mark worked in a machining chop; Mark wasn’t weak by any means, but compared to Craig, he was small, and I was minuscule. Mark’s size was one of the things that Craig had always given Mark a hard time over.

“What are you drinking?” he asked me as he waved a server over.

“Nothing too strong; I don’t want to lose my head,” I told him; I knew it was leading, but that was the idea.

“Bourbon,” he said to the server, “actually, bring a bottle and a couple of glasses.”

As the server left, he turned back to me, “So, you finally returned my call,” he said.

I shrugged, “Well, I didn’t have any reason to respond to your last message.”

He laughed as the bottle and glasses were dropped off at our table. “Well, you could have just said no,” he said, pouring two large drinks. “So, why now?”

We clinked glasses, “Well, you heard that Mark proposed?” He nodded and took a big mouthful of his bourbon, emptying the glass before refilling it. “Well, I would like a big wedding.”

He laughed, “And you think I can help?”

I shrugged, “I was hoping there might be a promotion going at work, and you could put Mark forward for the job.”

He waited a long moment. “There is, but why would I put that limp biscuit forward for the job?”

I finished my first glass as he finished his second, and then I repoured both. “Well, Clara said you helped her get a promotion.” Clara was one of Mark’s workmates, the only woman who worked there. Clara had confessed to me that she had gotten the promotion by fucking Craig.

He smiled widely, “Well, did she now. I have to say I didn’t expect this.” He swirled his bourbon, and I could see he was thinking. “Well, there’s a couple of things I need to know. You're not just pulling my leg, and you should know, the job that’s going, there’s a bit of travel involved.”

I glanced away, acting nervous or embarrassed. “How much travel?” I asked him.

He shrugged, “A couple of trips a month, though if he does well, maybe there will be more.”

I nodded as I looked back at him, “And, what do you need for me to show you that I’m serious?”

His smile broadened, “Well, no one’s looking this way, so how about we start small? You flash me those perky tits of yours?” It was worded as a question, but his tone showed it was a demand.

I glanced around quickly to ensure no one was watching as I reached my hands up to the chain which held my cardigan closed. Slowly I pulled the chain from the hoop on one side and then let both halves go. The top dropped to the side, not entirely pulling away from my breasts. “How do I know you will hold up your end of the bargain?” I asked.

He shrugged, and I felt his sock-covered foot against my leg. “Well, I guess you don’t, just like I don’t know that you will hold up your end of the bargain once Marky has his promotion.”