Summary:
A groom-to-be acquires a tuxedo jacket that increases his confidence around men and women.
The Tux - the day before
part one of a series
Robert woke up the day before his wedding with a headache.
His wife-to-be, Carmen, had been nagging him all night about their company's finances. He felt they should expand, and she was worried they were stretched too thin. This was to be expected, as it was actually her family's company, and he was about to marry into it. He already held a high-ranking position, but a marriage would change several dynamics. He was afraid the bedroom was one of them.
"Honey," shouted Carmen from downstairs. "Don't forget to pick up your tux and the rings today..." This was her way, almost treating him like a child.
"Yes, dear," was the automatic response. His financial gain from this marriage - her family's idea - was enough to make this exercise tolerable. Sit in the shadows, do his job, collect the dough, deal with the rest. Yet a small part of his brain was consistently nudging him to grow a little backbone, take a risk, rock the boat.
By the time he got downstairs, she was already gone. Wedding prep, he figured. He grabbed a cup of coffee and glanced at her reminder note. Sigh.
He got to the tux shop at 10am on the dot, just as it was opening. The gentleman who fitted him originally wasn't there, but a young brunette was behind the counter, maybe his daughter - similar features, nametag said "Amy".
"Hi, Amy!" he said casually as he approached the counter. "I'm here to pickup my tux."
Amy looked up from her schedule. "Ah, yes. Mr. Davis. Your bride called just moments ago. I believe it's ready. Let's go try it on, shall we?"
Robert followed Amy's shapely rear to the fitting area, a small raised area with 3 mirrors. "Shoes and jacket off please."
As she helped him slide the tux jacket on, he felt a small tingle across his shoulders and down his back. He looked at her reflection in the mirror and he could have swore she glowed for just a second. As she fussed with the fit and sleeves, he felt a surge of confidence - like anything was possible.
"Looks good," reported Amy. "Let's put the pants on. The changing room is right there."
The words were out before he could stop them. "No, I'll just change here." Amy registered no shock or dismay, she simply nodded. Probably seen it all, he thought. As he slid off his slacks, a hint of an erection was visible in his boxers. Amy seemed to be looking right at it. Then she looked up, stepped up onto the platform in front of him, put one hand on his crotch and said "Would you like some help with that?"
His first thought was "on your knees and suck it", but he said nothing - just stared into those hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" she replied.
What? He knew he said it internally, yet she was acting as if he had said it out loud.
"Suck it." It was barely a whisper.
A quick spark flashed in her eye. "Of course."
Without looking down, Amy slowly lowered herself to her knees and fished out his rapidly growing cock. Still looking him in the eyes, she took it in her mouth and began bobbing up and down.
"Hands behind your back." Again not much more than a whisper but stronger and louder than before. Amy linked her hands behind her and continued sucking. His cock was fully hard now. She was still looking at him, and he was tempted to look away, but held her gaze.
It only took a few minutes and he was ready. Without thinking, he put one hand on the back of her head. In a normal voice, he announced "I'm going to cum." She blinked once in acknowledgment. With a slight jerk, and holding her head steady, he came in her mouth. She continued sucking and holding eye contact. After a few more spasms, he saw her swallow. He removed his hand and took a small step back. Amy seemed to just float to a standing position.
"My name is Amitryllis. I am a minor goddess of relationships. I am tasked with presenting this jacket to those I feel need confidence. Anyone who wears it will feel a boost to their energy, hormones, libido, strength and voice. On men, it tends to increase the ability to "handle" women, as you've discovered." She gave a small smile. "It will also enhance your leadership and charisma around men.
I am immune to it's abilities, but I like to demonstrate it's possibilities.
When your bride called, I could sense that there was some tension in your relationship. I hope this jacket helps."
Robert just stood there, half-dressed, stunned, cock limp and dripping and forgotten. Was this a joke? Something she repeated to make her feel better about what she had done? Yet she had read his mind. A lucky guess?
"How do I know this is real?"
"You felt the tingle when you put it on, correct?" she asked simply. "You felt the nudge in your brain, in your heart, in your whole body. I encourage you to wear the jacket at all times, for the rest of the weekend. You will soon feel its full effects. Finish dressing. The rest of your suit will fit you perfectly, I promise." She headed for the front counter.
As if in slow-motion, Robert put his pants and shoes on. He looked at his suit jacket hanging on a hook, then looked at the tux jacket and himself in the mirror. It fit perfectly. He felt another surge of energy and confidence, and noticed his posture was improved. He stepped off the pedestal and headed for the counter.
"Thank you," he said simply. "I'm going to leave my suit jacket here, and retrieve it next week."
"Of course. You're welcome. And good luck tomorrow," she responded with a smile.
Fifteen minutes later, Robert arrived at the jewelry store. It was attached to a shopping mall, but with a separate entrance. A middle-aged blonde in impeccable dress was arranging items in the nearest case. "Good morning. I'm here to pick up some wedding rings." He addressed her directly.
