Kept Man

The men's tailor and clothes store Fiona had talked about was a little further than you imagined and you were freezing by the time you got there. The longer than expected cold windy walk making quick work of your now shriveling hard on. The place she takes you was an independent little store with a simple exterior. Fiona holds the door open for you and you duck in hurriedly, Fiona follows in behind you.

You shiver and rub your arms as you look around. It had a warm feeling too it, everything was a dark stained wood and there were leather seats placed here and there. The place was well lit, clean, and in perfect order. There was a counter at the far end and a doorway that obviously lead to dressing rooms. Obviously there were suits all along the walls, a whole section just for tweeds. It was the type of suits that judges or academics or older professionals might wear. Classy as hell but a bit old fashioned.

After a few moments a small bald man with a thick mustache and round glasses comes out from the back, a tape measure hung over his neck. He had a swarthy complexion, black graying hair, and dark eyes. As you would expect he was wearing a nice suit. He seemed genuinely surprised to have customers this time of day.

In a bright friendly voice he starts. "Well good morning to..." He freezes in his tracks, his suddenly wide eyes on your sister. He gasps. "Mistre..." She shakes his head and clears his throat. "Ahem..." He swallows hard and starts again in an accented voice. "M-Ms Bailey. This is a pleasant surprise." He smiles and he straightens up a bit. He was very happy to see her.

"Hello Mauricio." Fiona purrs as she strides to the center of the store. She offers out a hand and he hurries forward to bend over and kiss it. There was an easiness between the two, they obviously knew each other quite well. He turns to you. "And who's this? He's a very nice boy. Very nice." His accent was Spanish or Portuguese, you weren't sure. His v's sounded like b's.

Fiona laughs. "Don't get excited. He's not for you." She beckons you over with a little wave. You step closer. "This is Jesse and he's very special to me. I'd like him to look special. We just need a coat for him today but if you have the time..."

He interjects excitedly. "I have the time!" Then he gives Fiona a guilty grin, obviously he hadn't meant to interrupt. "Oh...sorry."

"Let's fit him for something nice." Fiona continues. "I want something that shows off his waist and his butt."

Mauricio takes a few steps around you, looking you up and down. Reach forward he puts his hands to either side of your midsection and presses inward, he steps around to your side and does the same front and back. "He's a nice boy. A very nice boy." The little man says again. "Slim, nice curve, so nice, natural...perfect...hmm..." He looks up at your face. "...hmmm...good features..."

They talked about you like you weren't even there.

He looks to your sister. "I'd pay extra."

Fiona glares at him. "He's not for you I said. We're here for clothes." She snaps.

"Yes Ms Fiona. My apologies." He nods, getting his head back in the game. Pulling his tape measure he goes about taking your measurements. Arms, shoulders, chest. Fiona fades off and begins looking through the winter coats. You were looking between the two and wondering how the hell they knew each other. He'd pay extra? For what!? Where did Fiona get all that cash? What was going on?

The little middle aged tailor unbuttons your vest, he looks at the garment with utter derision. He loops the tape around your tapered tummy, standing far too close for comfort...his hand strokes your side in a very un-tailor sort of way. He slowly pulls his hand away as he briefly glances over his shoulder toward your sister. Next he kneels down on one knee and takes your inseam and a few other things, he was on his best behavior though he kept looking up to your face with a strange look in his eye. This guy was looking at you like a hungry man next to a buffet. He hadn't said a word to you, just moved you about as he needed.

He gets up and walks away to record your measurements at the counter. Fiona was approaching with a very nice looking grey wool pea coat in her hands. "Try this on." She hands it to you.

You do as you are told, it was starting to become second nature. As you slip on the coat you are looking at her. "How do you know that man Fiona? Where'd you get all that money?"

"Shhh." She just smiles at you as she begins buttoning up the jacket, she doesn't answer your questions. It was a snug fitting jacket, this seemed to please your sister. Glancing at yourself in a nearby full length mirror you marvel. You didn't even look like you anymore, you looked like someone out of a men's fashion magazine or something. You can't help but to look down at the price tag hanging from the sleeve. Your eyes almost bug out of your head.

You say in a harsh whisper. "Jesus! Fourteen hundred dollars!?" That was probably the value of your whole god damned wardrobe combined!

"Quiet Jesse." Fiona tells you firmly, the talk of money embarrassing her in front of Mauricio.

You look at her and lower your voice even more. "It's too much Fiona. Let's get out of here."

Fiona continued to look over your upper body, her hands gently feeling along your chest and shoulders. "You look nice Jesse."

"Fiona..."

She locks her gaze on yours. "It's not much but...you look good Jesse." She gets a deadly serious expression on her face, as if she was making a solemn vow. "I'm going to look after you baby. You and Elsie. Just...you'll have to give me a few years, okay? But I'll look after you guys real nice. Like I'm supposed to. Like I was always supposed to." You go to talk but she places the tip of her index finger against your lips. "You two won't have to worry about anything. I promise. You won't even have to work if you don't want to. Big sister's got you. Just...give me a little time and...just..." She takes her finger away from your lips and strokes your cheek softly. "...just...you have to understand that you're ours now Jesse. Okay? You have to understand that. No more Allisons, no more outsiders. Your ours now baby."