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The man frowns. "Why aren't you back with the other guests? Wasn't there anyone on our stage tonight that caught your eye?"

"Not unless one of them was hiding a dick and balls under their pretty outfits," you say, hoping your bluntness will make him walk away.

The man's lips part in surprise, but he quickly recovers and lets out a low chuckle. "Nothing like that on the menu, but I can get you another drink." He snaps at the waitress, who rushes to make you a refill.

You sigh to yourself and mentally mark your place in the article you were reading before folding your paper neatly and tucking it inside your jacket.

The waitress rushes over and slides a fresh drink in front of you with a sweeter smile than she's had all night, obviously trying to please you in front of her boss. "Another soda for you, sir."

"Thank you," you murmur, keeping your eyes on the owner.

The man raises one eyebrow. "You know we can get you something stronger than that. Your boss wants to make sure we take care of his boys."

You don't put much effort into hiding a smirk. "I would, but as I said before, I'm the driver. Don't look good for the Mayor to get pulled over after a nice night out like this because his driver's swerving all over the road."

That gets a blush from him. "Ah, right. Of course."

His dark eyes track your gloved hand as you raise your half-empty glass for a sip. You frown a little, confused by his lingering presence and staring. Geez, is this guy that thirsty?

You gesture to the seat across from you; he takes the hint and sits down. "Look, Mr. Jones - it's Jones, right?" you ask. Your free hand slides the fresh drink over in front of him.

He pulls his gaze away from your hand on his glass with some effort. "Yes, Blue Jones."

You nod and release the glass slowly, watching with curiosity as his eyes continue to track the retreat of your gloved fingers.

You clear your throat. "Mr. Jones."

His eyes snap up to your face guiltily, like you just called him out for sleeping in class.

"I don't normally go inside on these outings; only reason I'm here tonight is the boss asked me to, said he didn't want me waiting in the cold," you say with a sarcastic grin. "I'm aware that the boss organizes this particular night out every year as a 'thank you' to us boys. Maybe he genuinely wants us to have a good time, maybe he doesn't like giving out checks for holiday bonuses." You make a dismissive gesture with your hand. "Now, I'm quite content here with my free soda and my paper, and as soon as the rest of 'em get done with your extra services and head back out here, I'll make my way out and start the car. Boss don't like a cold car. And when he gets in that warm car, all drunk and all his money spent, he's gonna ask me if I had a nice night. I'll be sure to tell him how generous he is for treating us all to a night out like this, how this is the nicest place, best waitress, blah blah blah." You pause, enjoying the frown on Blue Jones' face. It's a little endearing how desperate he is, but you relent and give him a reassuring smile. "So you don't gotta worry and shadow me like this, Mr. Jones. I like this place a lot more than the other ones in town, and I know my lines just fine."

Blue tentatively takes your gloved hand and shakes it. "Driver. Please call me Blue." He squeezes your hand, keeping it in his a moment longer. "And if you would like to come back on your day off, I'll buy you something stronger to drink. As an apology for disturbing your peace," he says with a winning smile.

Blue lets out a breath and his shoulders slump with relief as he begins to babble. "Of course, I meant no disrespect…or, uh, I didn't mean to bother you. Your patronage is important, er, that is, I'm glad you enjoy…" He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "Thank you, Mister…?"

You smile more warmly and hold out a hand to him. "You can just call me Driver."

You raise an eyebrow and squeeze his hand back before releasing it. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the first of the mayor's entourage returning to the main hall. You down the rest of your soda and stand. "See you Tuesday, then, Blue."

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Tuesday

Blue forces himself to take another deep breath. His anxiety has been building ever since you agreed to return on Tuesday. He keeps replaying the conversation, mentally kicking himself for how stupid he sounded. Did you notice him staring at your gloves? You must have. He had already been a little drunker than normal from entertaining the mayor. He had sensed you didn't want to be bothered, but he kept talking anyway.

Blue barely holds himself back from peeking through the curtain to see if you are in the audience. If he doesn't get it together, he's going to make a fool of himself on stage. Maybe it's better if you aren't here after all…

The familiar sounds of the pre-show rush backstage help him stay in the moment. Blue manages to bury his nervous energy under the high he gets from performing. As soon as the curtain raises, he's in his element, barely even wondering if you're somewhere in the audience he can't see past the blinding spotlight.

As soon as he steps offstage, his anxiety returns. He forces his legs to move, walking out to the floor to greet patrons, like he always does. He studiously ignores the table in the back corner, the one you sat at last time; instead, Blue makes himself talk and entertain, like any other day. If he's a little too enthusiastic with his greetings, they don't seem to notice. Tuesdays are usually slow, and tonight is no different; there are only a few familiar faces to glad-hand. Once he's done, Blue finally allows his gaze to travel to the back corner. His breath catches in his chest as he spots you seated exactly where he thought you would be.

Instead of reading a newspaper, you seem to be people-watching, eyes moving casually from one group of patrons to another. You already have a drink in front of you. One hand rests casually in your lap, the other on the table, and you're wearing those damned driving gloves…. Blue barely stifles a groan. He's practically shaking as he forces himself to walk towards your table.

"Mr. Driver," Blue greets you too brightly.

Your gaze shoots up to him, but you smile this time instead of frown. "Blue," you nod and wave at the other chair, inviting him to sit with you.

Blue couldn't move the smile from his face if he wanted to. "What are you drinking?" he asks as he sits down. "Something stronger, I hope?"

You chuckle. "Yes, something stronger." You pause as the waitress brings Blue a drink, watching as he knocks it back quickly and asks for another. "You looked good on stage. Do you run the same show every night?" you ask politely.

Blue feels a flush of warmth at your casual compliment. "Thanks. We change it up throughout the year, but otherwise it's the same each night of the week. Unless it's a holiday or something."

The waitress drops another drink in front of Blue. This one he only sips, using it more as a prop to keep his hand from shaking.

"Don't tell me you dress up as Santa for the holidays?" you ask with a teasing grin.

Blue laughs shortly. "It's more of a nod to it than anything. Red suit, black shoes…"

"Gloves?" you ask with a mischievous look in your eyes.

Blue smiles nervously. "Uh, no, no gloves. Don't really need them on stage."

You nod slowly, still smirking a little. "Do you like gloves, Blue?"

His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. "What do you mean? Gloves are just gloves, right?"

You tilt your head to the side a little as you regard him. "Oh I don't know. Gloves can be a game changer. These ones I have?" You hold up one of your hands to show him.

Blue swallows hard and nods.

"They protect my hands, of course, keep them from drying out and splitting in this winter cold, but they also give me a little protection, mentally. I don't have to feel every single thing I touch throughout the day."

Blue's eyes track your fingers, mesmerized by the thought of how they would feel if he touched them. When you stop talking, he nods quickly.

You chuckle low in your chest. "Do you want to feel them, Blue?" you ask quietly.

His eyes dart to your face. Did you just read his mind? His mouth is suddenly dry, and he doesn't trust himself to answer past a small nod.

You reach a hand out across the table and brush two fingers over the back of his hand.

Blue squeezes his eyes shut, barely choking down a moan at the soft, smooth feel of the leather.

"Feels good, right?" you ask softly.

"Y-yes," he croaks out.

"Do you want to wear them?"

Blue's eyes fly open, looking at you with shock. These are your gloves; they won't feel the same on his hands, won't bring this aching need. "No," he says quickly. "Thank you," he adds.

You smile warmly at him. "Ok. Is there somewhere we can go?"

You nod, seemingly unperturbed by his abrupt shift. "Do you want me to touch you more with my gloves on, Blue?"

Blue feels lightheaded, practically dizzy at your suggestion. He barely nods a little. "Yes, please," he hears himself say.

Blue stands up and waits for you to do the same. He turns and heads towards the back of the club, glancing behind frequently to make sure you're following him. As soon as you're both out of sight of the main floor, you rest a hand on his back. Blue gasps at the contact.

"I'm with you, Blue," you murmur as you continue following him.

Blue stops in front of a door and unlocks it with the key around his neck. It isn't until he ushers you in and closes the door behind him that he realizes you're in his office. Shit, why did he do that? Why didn't he bring you to one of the client rooms?

You look around curiously. "This your office? It's nice," you say softly.

"Thank you," Blue says automatically.

"I kind of assumed you would bring me to a room with a bed," you add, raising an eyebrow.

Blue squeezes his eyes shut, nodding. "I panicked," he admits quietly.

"That's ok. This is probably a comfortable place for you, right?" you ask.

Blue opens his eyes. You don't look upset or like you're mocking him. He nods slowly.

You put your hands in your jacket pockets. "Can I ask you some questions before we go any further?"

Blue focuses on your face. "Of course."

"How much have you had to drink tonight?"

Blue counts mentally. "Four. One before the show, two around the floor, one with you at the table…and I sipped the other one, so maybe four and a half?"

"Dinner?" you ask.

"I eat a late lunch a little before the show, then usually again after everyone leaves," he explains. "Why, are you hungry?"

"I could eat, but that's not why I asked. Just wanted to make sure your head is clear. Don't want you regretting anything tomorrow," you say.

Blue gives one of his stage smiles. "What's there to regret? We're not doing anything wrong."

You chuckle. "No, we're not," you agree, taking a step closer.

Your hands are still in your pockets; Blue's eyes trace your lips instead.

"How far do you want to go, Blue?" Your voice is firm and clear.

Blue's smile falters. "What do you mean?"

"Do you have a limit, an area or touch you don't want? We can adjust as we go, of course, but if there's something you know you don't want to happen, I'd like to know about it going in."

Blue looks away as he considers your question. He didn't have put much thought into what he might want past getting more of your gloved touch on him. If it feels as good on the rest of his body as it did on his hand, he'll probably agree to anything to keep feeling it. "No, no limits," he declares eagerly.

You nod. "We'll take it slow, then. I don't want to be choked or have my hair pulled."

Blue nods in understanding.

"Can I sit here?" you ask, gesturing to the couch on the far side of the room.

Blue nods. "Yeah…uh, yes," he says more clearly.

You pull your hands out of your pockets and sit on the couch, resting your palms on your thighs. "Do you want to sit with me?" Your eyebrows raise in a questioning look.

Blue walks over and plants his hands on the back of the couch. He watches your face carefully as he moves to straddle your lap, one knee braced on either side of your hips.

You grin at his sudden boldness. "Get comfortable. I can take your weight."

Blue tentatively lowers himself to sit fully on your lap. He can feel your dick underneath him, already as hard as his own. Blue bites his lip.

"There you go, sweetheart," you murmur. Your hand moves up to brush against his cheek.

Blue groans and leans into the touch.

"Feels good?" you ask with a wide grin.

He nods and turns his face slightly, taking a deep breath and shivering at the smell of the leather. Your other hand moves up to his jacket.

"Can you take this off for me?" you ask.

Blue quickly pulls off his jacket, tossing it behind him. He removes his tie and tosses it away as well. Then he watches you closely as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

You laugh. "Good idea. I'm not so good at those tiny buttons with my gloves on."

Blue grins a little and keeps working on his shirt. When he gets the last one off, he hesitates. "Would you take it off of me, please?"

"Yes." You push both hands under the open edges and against his stomach.

Blue closes his eyes and moans. He tries not to squirm as your hands slide slowly up over his chest, then tease at his neck before sliding over his shoulders, slipping his shirt off as they go. He gasps at the way your hands follow the fabric down his arms, pushing it away from his body and pressing the glorious feeling of your gloves into his skin. For a moment, he has a sense that his shirt has been replaced with a new one that feels like your gloves. The image makes him tingle all over and wriggle on your lap.

Your answering gasp makes Blue open his eyes in alarm. Did he hurt you somehow? No, your face is only twisted in surprised concentration for a brief moment, then you meet his gaze and flash him a warm smile.

"Wasn't ready for you to move like that, but it felt good," you assure him.

Blue grins. "Should I do it again?"

"Not yet. Let me finish undressing you first." You watch him closely as you trail a hand down to his thighs. Blue's eyes go wide as you gently touch his cock through his pants. He moans and writhes with each light pass of your hand.

"You want me to touch your dick?" you ask.

He nods rapidly, moaning out an affirmative sound.

"Open your pants."

Blue's hands shake as he unbuttons his fly. He looks to you for further instructions.

"Raise up a little," you order.

Blue shifts his weight up to his knees. You slowly slide one hand under his boxers and down around his balls. Blue makes a choked sound that turns into a whimper as you carefully pull his boxers down enough to free him completely.

"You can sit back down now," you tell him.

Blue cautiously lowers his weight onto your lap again.

"Good boy."

Your praise zips down his spine and makes him moan. Blue bites his lip and closes his eyes, suddenly shy about his strong reaction.

"Hey, look at me," you order quietly.

Blue opens his eyes and meets your worried gaze.

"If you don't like that, I won't say it, alright?" you supply.

Blue shakes his head. "I liked it," he whispers.

You relax back against the couch. "Good. Thank you for telling me." You rest your hands on his thighs. "Can I make you come now?"

Blue nods eagerly.

You brush a gloved hand over his length, making him groan and squirm. "Alright if I talk dirty to you?"

A loud moan escapes his lips. "Yes!"

"Hmm, maybe I should make you do the talking?" you muse. "You were so eager to talk the first time we met," you tease.

"Yeah, I can…but it's…it's just talk, ok?" Blue stammers nervously. "If I say I'll do something, ask for something, I'm not…" he swallows hard.

You still your hands on him, giving him room to breathe.

"I'm not really asking for more, even if I say it," he explains.

"Sure thing! I promise I'm not going to fuck you, even if you say it. My hands will only go where they've already touched tonight," you assure him.

Blue sighs with relief. "Thank you."

You nod. "Ready?"

"Please." Your hands start moving on him again. "Please," he groans louder. You slide two fingers under his shaft. "Please!" he cries out.

"Please what, sweetheart?" you tease as you continue touching him.

"Please! Ahhhhh, please touch me, please let me come on your gloves!" Blue groans out.

Your eyes light with interest. "Yeah? You want to make a mess on my nice, soft gloves?"

Blue nods rapidly. "Can I, please? Please, I'll be so good if you let me!"

"Oh? What does being good mean, Blue?" You sweep one hand lower to cup his balls.

Blue jolts in surprise. "I'll be good, I'll be…nngh whatever you want me to be, do whatever you want!"

"And what do you think I want?" you press, wrapping one hand more firmly around his cock.

"To…to f-fuck me," he suggests.

"Is that what you want, Blue? You want me to bend you over your desk and spread you open, rub these gloves all over your juicy ass?"

Blue bucks in your hold. "Fuck, yes!" He leans forward and kisses you, bracing his hands on your shoulders. His tongue pushes against your lips, slipping inside as soon as you give him entry. He moans into your mouth with each pass of your hands over his skin. He pulls back with an impatient huff as you turn your head to the side.

"Hey, Blue. I think we should stop and get some lube for you. If I squeeze much harder, you're going to end up with rug burn," you explain.

Blue groans and bucks hard into your hand. "I don't care! I want it to hurt! Please, don't stop! I want this so much!"

"You like pain?"

Blue looks up sharply, worried about your reaction, but your expression only shows curiosity.

"Would you like to be spanked with the gloves?" you continue.

Blue whimpers as pleasure spikes through him.

"Is that a yes?" you ask with a breathless laugh.

Blue thrusts into your hand. "Yes!"

"Are you gonna come, Blue? Gonna come on my glove from thinking about me spanking you?"

Blue grips your wrist, holding your hand in place while he rocks into your glove. "Fuck yes, can I? Can I come?"

"You want my permission?"

Blue slides a hand down to pet at your dick through your pants, thinking maybe he can convince you that way.

You moan but remove his hand gently, bringing it up to your lips and kissing his knuckles briefly. "Answer me, Blue. Do you want my permission to come?"

Blue meets your gaze and nods. "Please. Please can I come, sir?"

"You can come, Blue," you murmur.

He gasps and rubs harder against your hand.

"You had better come, sweetheart, or I'll have to spank this disobedient ass," you threaten softly. Your free hand slides around to his ass and squeezes.

Blue's eyes go wide as he comes suddenly. His cries sound loud in the small space of his office. Collapsing against your chest, he buries his face in your neck. Soft whimpers vibrate over your skin as you pull your hand away from his dick and slide the gloves off. Your bare hands on his back feel odd at first, but Blue slowly relaxes under the calming touch.

"Good job, Blue. You came so pretty for me," you praise.

He chuckles against your neck. "Pretty, huh?" he croaks out, voice rough from screaming.

You hum your amusement. "I always think it's pretty to see. I'll pick a different word, if you don't like that one." You tap his back twice. "Let's get cleaned up and get you some water before I go."

"Don't you want…?" Blue begins.

"Blue, you don't even want to move right now," you note. You push him up enough to see his face. "How are you going to do anything for me like this?"

Blue bites his lip, suddenly feeling uncertain. Are you annoyed with him? Do you think he's selfish? Will you leave and never come back?

"If you feel that bad about it, you can make it up to me next time," you say with a grin. "Maybe get us a room with a bed?"

Blue lets out a relieved sigh. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Alright." You lean forward and kiss him slowly.

Blue moans happily into your mouth before pulling back to look at you. "Hey, I want to tell you something," he says, expression serious.

You shift your own tone to match his somber demeanor. "I'm listening."

He bites his lip briefly. "I have a thing for gloves." Blue releases the smile he was trying to hide.

You break into laughter. "No fucking shit, Sherlock! I figured that out after the first time we talked!"

Blue throws his arms around your back, enjoying how your amusement rumbles through your chest.

"Mmmm, and just to be clear, I'm completely good with that. I wouldn't have come back and offered this if I wasn't good with it," you assure him.

Blue sighs deeply, relieved to hear you say it out loud. "Do you have a thing for anything special?" he asks.

He can hear your smile in your voice. "I guess you'll just have to find out."

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