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Having informed the community that he wouldn't be available for officiating the fights in the arena, Psly wondered, as he pulled into his garage and parked his bike, what he'd do with all this newfound free time,
Reflecting on tonight's meeting, he recognized that his speech, moreover his delivery, had brought more than a couple of laughs where they'd been needed most; particularly with the few who had been disappointed that he wouldn't be so closely involved in arena business.
Psly had tried to complement his speech by dressing to create a good impression, hoping a smart outfit would provide the professional appearance that would show he meant business. He'd paired the silk black suit with a crisp white button down shirt and suitably conservative black leather shoes, sure that it make people see him as a professional, and not just another piece of street trash.
However, he was oblivious to the impressive breadth of his shoulders, barely restrained by the cut of his custom made suit. Nor the effect that a glimpse of his rippling muscles, through his dress shirt, would have on just about anyone with a pulse. Psly didn't seem to realize there was no way that he could deflect attention from his body and the fact that it illustrated his experience as a professional fighter.
Not that his intentions appeared to have worked, Psly observed dryly to himself. That's if the majority of women and the occasional guy checking out was anything to go by. Sometimes it was hard being taken for a sex object. Really hard on his cock, he remembered painfully, especially when he couldn't do anything about it.
Maybe he should have tried a little harder and worn a tie and buttoned up his suit jacket a little sooner. The skin exposed by those couple of undone buttons at his throat had been on fire, it had seemed to draw their attention just as much as his speech had. It had felt as if he was being eaten alive by a Psly hungry crowd; the feel of hot searching eyes raking his body - while initially gratifying - had gotten to be far too... distracting.
Psly draped his overcoat on the peg by the door, then flipped on the light. Puttering around downstairs for a short time, he was almost disappointed to see nobody in his tub. A shame, that. Who'd have thought going to a town meeting would put him in the mood for getting hot and sweaty with a willing shebody.
Carefully removing his suit, Psly idly wondered if it would be replacing his 'getting lucky' outfit. Amusing as that thought was, Psly didn't dwell on it for too long, as he got ready for bed. He had no wish to start something he couldn't finish and get his imagination going. Hanging the suit in the laundry room, he casually tossed his boxers in the hamper's direction, remembering to turn off the hall light on his way up to the loft.
He paused in the doorway, hearing a low, throaty chuckle. Eyes adjusting quickly, Psly scanned around the room. The same low voice called from the rumpled sheets.
"It's about time you crawled home..."
Psly grinned appreciatively in response to that husky drawl, maybe he didn't need an outfit to get lucky. Recognizing the voice, he wasn't surprised when he saw Alicia, splayed out under the satin, clearly at home on his king-size bed. Taking up a casual lean against in the door frame, Psly watched Alicia move under the smooth fabric, an involuntary quirk of his brow, the only indication that he welcomed her presence and admired her boldness. This sure made up for his tub being empty.
"Damn 'Licia...ain't you tired of me yet?" Psly teased as he walked over to his bed, referring to their previous encounters.
Slipping the sheet off her, he couldn't help but murmur "Oh my..." at the sight of her lush body. Alicia smiled seductively as she edged off the bed, turning up the light slowly.
Slowly sinking to the bed, he could only watch in silence as she stood and pirouetted. From her come hither look, she was clearly enjoying posing for him in what unmistakably was an outfit designed to drive him out of his mind. Psly was sure she appreciated the simultaneous effect seen in his painful and instant erection and rapt attention.
Light gleamed off the black leather thigh-high boots as Alicia balanced expertly on the four inch heels. The narrow band of black fabric around her thighs rode dangerously low on her hips, barely holding her to modesty by less than a half inch up or down. A silver belly chain accented the flat stomach. Her sheer top did absolutely nothing do hide her breasts underneath, and her chocolate brown hair cascading over bare shoulders and a wide leather choker completed the look that had stopped Psly dead in his tracks and rooted his feet to the floor.
"You like?" Alicia smiled, knowing the question to be rhetorical; she could easily see the effect she was having on his still growing cock..
Still speechless, Psly could only watch mutely, a dumbstruck expression his only response as she turned around to pick something up off the floor, displaying her complete lack of underwear. 'Damn', he thought, 'she even took care of her hair... '