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The City Boy Trade !

All because my sister LV invited me to the city job fair, and I decided to go for the fact I’m all for growth and new opportunities, as anyone should be. So boom me, I decided to wear a lite pink Oxford shirt by Brooks Brothers with slim fitted grey slacks with some Gucci mules. Of course my bald head was clean shined up, and my face was clean shaven. I think I was giving day party business attire either way I was here for my little fit.

Anyhow, I walked into the job fair and was greeted by two ladies and one gentleman. The ladies were very pleasant, but the gentleman caught my eye, but I had to keep it professional for the fact it was a job fair. Finally it was time to pass the gentleman, and he reached out to shake my hand with a firm yet warm grip when he smiled at me.

My radar did go off, but these days that can be tricky, so I paid it. I told him my name; he told me his, and he decided to thoroughly give me a description of what was happening with the job fair. As he was talking, I was mentally breaking him down with his mannerism: how he perfectly held his hands, how his teeth were so pearly white, his perfect edge up on his hair line, his collared, shirt tucked in with his slacks, and yes, how my eye caught the bulge in his pants. I knew Mr. City was packing. Mr. City stood about 5’10 with an oak wood complexion, just a real life-doll.

The city fair was cute I took the time to walk and meet and greet some potential job aspects, and it was finally time to leave. As I was leaving the building, Mr. City asked me about my style of dress. I told him I’m from NYC, so it comes naturally for me. He chuckled and said, “I can see that.” I even told him I keep an extra pair of shoes in the car. His eyes opened wide as if he were back to his childhood days on Christmas morning. He then asked if he could escort me to my vehicle to see my shoe collection; I replied yes. We walked to my truck, and when I showed him my collection of shoes, he looked at me and said, “Listen, you got my dick hard shorty.” It's funny; I’m 6’3 and guys love calling me shorty. Anyhow I responded, “Well, pull it out or leave it on the playground.” He chuckled and said…

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