Lebanon, Sweet Home, Brownsville...
Of course they left the Holiday Inn and found another motel for the rest of that night -- not that much was left. They slept until noon.
Cory spread his materials out and said he was going to work through till dinner, so Casey and Jaimi took off to see the sights -- or, rather, to find out if there were any. Their wanderings served another purpose, too: breaking Jaimi in as a driver for Cory's cranky old Dodge Ram.
"Sad", Casey commented as they cruised along the South Santiam Highway, US 20 by number.
"What?"
"This town should be called 'Dullsburgh'. It's about as exciting as a two-ton skateboard."
Jaimi didn't get it at first, then he grinned and shook his head. "Yeah, that would be a thrill. Hey -- there's a BiMart."
"Oh, happy-happy joy joy. What would we want in a BiMart?"
Jaimi laughed. "How about a rifle? Next time we meet someone like Lawrence, we can just shoot him."
Casey shook his head in disagreement. "That could get blood on Cory's clothes -- bad for sales", he finished in a somber tone.
Jaimi was watching the road, not Casey. "Okay, what about a Walmart?"
Casey perked up. "Far more interesting. In this town, it's probably the local mall. Let's." So Jaimi turned off onto Cascade Drive, and into the massive parking lot.
"Looks like half the town could park here at once", Jaimi joked.
"The question", Casey responded, "Is which half."
"The cute half", Jaimi replied. "So, what do we do at Walmart?"
Cassey got serious. "For starters, I'm getting Cory a better shirt, and some new boxers. He's been wearing the same pair the whole trip." He flashed a wicked grin. "Then 'm going to find a cute sales boy and blow him in the dressing room."
Jaimi's expression was total disbelief. "You're kidding me."
"Like hell I am! If you don't believe me, I'll blow you there, too, to prove I mean it."
It was something totally outside Jaimi's experience. Of course, until he'd met the Cory and Casey show, getting blown had been outside his experience. That had been one heck of an adventure -- but this idea had an element of risk that made it seem exciting. He realized he was getting hard thinking about it. "You find some new boxers for Cory." He looked Casey in the eye. "I'll model them."
"Woot!" Casey hollered, throwing his hands up in the air. "Let's go, partner!"
It was Jaimi who found the ones they ultimately bought, something called Bare Essentials: they were nylon, smooth enough to qualify as fake silk. The ones he picked had abstract designs that fooled the eyes into seeing things that weren't there. Just the feel of them on his hands made Jaimi's heart pound; he couldn't imagine what they'd feel like to wear -- but he wanted to find out. "Okay, time to model", he said huskily.
Casey helped him peel off pants and boxers, licking as he went. Jaimi was hard before the boxers came off. The thought that just beyond the flimsy door were people who could see his bare feet had him trembling in anticipation. Then Casey destroyed the mood by hanging the first of three pairs of nylon boxers on his erection.
"Not bad", Casey observed. "How does it feel in back?"
Jaimi felt like hitting him, it was such a stupid line. But he played along. "A bit breezy", he replied. "It'll be better when the sun comes out."
Casey stifled a laugh. "Got me", he declared, grabbing the brightly-colored boxers. "Lift a foot."
He didn't waste any time once the not-quite-psychedelic underwear framed Jaimi's hips. His hands slid all around, under and over, coming to rest inside the boxers, gripping Jaimi's buns. "Nice", he announced. "I like the boxers, too." As Jaimi laughed silently, Casey went down on him.
All Jaimi could think of was what would happen if someone opened the door. He knew they were locking doors, but the thought wouldn't go away. In short order, though, he was lost to thought, concentrating his effort on not gasping out from pleasure. He wanted it to go on and on and on....
But that wasn't to be. Casey wasn't a fool; he knew that too long for two guys in a changing room would bring suspicions. After enjoying it for maybe ten seconds, he went to work with a vengeance, pressing his tongue against the swollen head and flinging it about like a frantic flame driven by a turbulent wind. In seconds he had his reward: his mouth flooded with warm fluid. He savored the feeling -- he didn't really like the taste, but the feeling was almost as good on his tongue as coming was.
Jaimi started to relax and pull away, but Casey held on tight. He didn't know what Jaimi had been eating, but the cum was sweet and fruity, with only a trace of the usual dry bitterness. He wanted more, and he knew how to get it: back to work went his tongue, and within fifteen seconds he got another delivery from his new friend. At that, he got a surprise: Jaimi staggered and sagged, and Casey had to catch him.
"Blast", Jaimi whispered in Casey's ear. "That was too much! How do you do it?"
"I've been practicing since fourth grade. My first time was a classmate, playing 'Truth or Dare'. My first time I got anything was in sixth grade -- my camp counselor was fifteen, and I saw him beating off in the shower late at night. I ripped off my clothes and went in. He freaked, and I told him to stand still and let me help him out or I'd scream that he was molesting me. Anyway, we became good friends, and showered together every night till camp was over.
"Then in high school among the popular guys I got a reputation for being available if they needed relief. It was a well-kept secret... until on one cross-country camping trip we got drunk and I blew the whole team. That was awesome." Casey sighed at the memory. "But, back to business."
Jaimi was ahead of him; he'd dropped those boxers and -- after wiping himself on his own -- had the next ones on. This time Casey really did evaluate: they were a little snug on Jaimi, but that was okay, because Cory's waist was smaller, probably a twenty-nine. "No need to do the others", he told Jaimi. "Get dressed. Then follow and learn."
They wandered a bit until Casey spied a young guy, tall and slender, dark of complexion and hair, in a blue Walmart jacket. He closed in from behind and tapped the guy on the shoulder. Burt -- that's what his name tag said -- jumped and spun around.
"Hey! Oh, sorry", he said. "I'm tense today, I guess. How can I help you?"
On his vest was a big pin that said "All the Service you want". Casey found that too good to be true. "Well, we need some service", he said, pointing at the button and then tapping it.
"Whatever it takes", replied Burt. Casey kept the grin from his face.
"Well, we're trying to decide on some boxers for a friend. Can you come over and help out?"
"Sure!"
Casey had tricked the lock on the dressing room with a tag from one set of boxers; it popped open at his pull. "Come in." Burt followed, a curious sort of frown on his face.
"Here's the deal", Casey told him. "I looked at Jaimi here in the boxers, and I made up my mind. But he wants to see them on someone so he can decide. You can model them, right?"
Burt licked his lips. "Um... they never said anything about this in training."
Casey reached out and squeezed him on the shoulder. "Hey, it's on your button -- 'All the Service you want'."
"Heh." Burt laughed nervously. "I guess it is. But don't stare at me, okay?"
"No worries -- I'm not interested in staring." Casey put just a tiny bit of emphasis on the last word.
They gave Burt plenty of room to shed his pants. Jaimi took them and folded them carefully, not really believing this was happening, but fascinated. Casey was something else... and never dull.
Burt was wearing bikini underwear, and didn't take them off. He reached for the first set of boxers and pulled them on. Then he turned around, bent over, and stretched at their request.
"Something's not right", Jaimi said, after Casey had written it on a tag from the floor. Burt turned and faced them with a frown.
Casey got up and walked over to their sales servant. He dragged a finger across Burt's chest and around back, down his spine to the hem of the boxers. He slid a finger in, getting under the bikini set as well, and ran it along Burt's skin under the hem, tugging occasionally, until he was around front. Burt's breath was fast and uneven. Casey had been looking at the hem as he pretended to be puzzling over the problem, but now he looked lower. "Ah", he said softly, "I see the trouble."
"Um, what?" Burt managed.
"This", Casey said, slipping his hand along the smooth material, sliding in to gently grasp Burt's erection. "It's trapped inside these other underwear. Cory would never wear two pair at once, would he Jaimi?" He gently squeezed Burt's shaft, estimating just under five inches.
"Oh, no, never. He might wear none, but never two." Jaimi didn't know how he managed to make that sound natural, but apparently he did, because Burt didn't even glance at him. Of course, that might have been for another reason, too.
"You want me to take them off?" Burt asked, kind of tonelessly.
"Oh, I'll do it for you. Say, did you say you're a bit tense today?" Casey released his pleasurable hold and slid both pair of underwear down around Burt's feet.
"Yeah. I just can't relax."
"I bet I can help you with that", Casey told him. "Hey, Jaimi -- hand me those next boxers." He reached out and caught the toss, then turned back to Burt, who was holding his hands in front of himself. "Here, take these", Casey instructed. At a loss, Burt did so, which meant moving his hands.
"Um, how can you help?" Burt asked. "You do massage?"
"Oh, better than massage", Casey assured him, putting his hands on Burt's hips. "I do this." And without a pause to let Burt figure things out, he plunged down on the object of his desire. Jaimi moved around to watch, his jaw open.
Burt put his hands on Casey's head. Casey felt a push away, so he did his best tongue flutter, as he called it, a virtual barrage on all the sensitive points of an erection's head. Burt moaned quietly, and the hands stopped pushing. Casey worked like a madman. He reached around to grab Burt's buns, massaging them as he flicked and sucked. After about a minute, Burt's fingers dug into Casey's scalp, just a hair before a massive eruption flooded Casey's mouth. He sucked and swallowed thirstily, still dashing his tongue about, and caught a second rush, and a third, and a fourth. He didn't release Burt then, but attacked anew, and in a shorter time than he'd done for Jaimi, he had a second round. Burt's cum didn't taste as good as Jaimi's, Casey decided, but it wasn't bad.
Finally Burt pushed him away, and fell onto the seat by Jaimi. He looked at Casey with a mixed-up expression. "I don't know if I should thank you or have security throw you out", he said after several seconds of silence.
"Are you more relaxed?" Casey asked.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Burt smiled then. "No tension -- feels good."
"Well, you helped us, too. Cory's a good friend, and I think these will peel off him just fine when he needs to relieve some tension. I think we'll get five pair."
"Six", Jaimi disagreed. "I can afford it." You can, can't you? Casey thought with a grin.
Casey patted Burt on the thigh. "Either get dressed, or lean back and provide this customer a service", he said. Burt licked his lips, shook his head and jumped up and started to tug on his clothes.
"Whoa, bud", Casey admonished. "You have to look professional again." He moved Burt's hands away and arranged the sales guy's boxers until he was satisfied. Jaimi handed him the slacks, and he repeated the operation, tucking in Burt's undershirt until it had no wrinkles that would show on the dress shirt, then the dress shirt and tucking to get the pleats balanced and smooth. Finally he put Burt's vest on him, and did a last round of tugging and patting to get it all perfect.
Burt looked in the mirror. "Damn -- I've never looked that good!"
"Remember what you see and try for it", Casey responded. "You just have to remember that clothes are going to get ridges and stuff; the trick is to make them be where you want them. Balance is the key -- and it starts with your underwear. Or", he mentioned thoughtfully, "if you're daring you can skip the underwear. That leaves on less set of wrinkles to turn into tidy pleats."
Burt shook his head, no quite believing what had fallen into his life this day. "Wow", he blurted. "You're so good at that -- um, and the other, too. Dude do you do this all the time?"
"Only when I really am going to buy something, and there's a hot sale guy", Casey replied. "I mean, it's customer service, and after such good service I feel obligated to give the guy a sale."
"So you're really getting those?"
"Six pair", Jaimi assured him. "And Cory ought to have a couple new shirts."
"You could use one, too", Casey told Burt. "That one's okay, but if you look better, you make a better impression."
"I can't afford anything", Burt confessed. "Dude, do you know how Walmart treats employees? I get thirty-six hours a week -- never forty, because then they might have to provide benefits."
"No problem -- you allowed me a second round--"
"Second round?" Burt interrupted.
"You came twice for me", Casey explained. "That was awesome. So we'll pick you a shirt -- on me."
When they emerged, a woman with a supervisor's badge confronted Burt. Before she could get out a word beyond "What", Casey cut in between them. "Ma'am", he began, "you have a treasure here in" -- for effect, he turned and looked at the name tag -- "Burt. He's done everything we asked for. Why, we're even going to but more than we came for! Now if we can just have a few more minutes of his time...."
She looked confused. Burt stood impassive but pleasant, as though the answer didn't mean anything to him.
"Well, I can answer any questions you have--"
Casey interrupted. "I'm sure you can, ma'am, but Burt here is the exact same size as a friend of ours. He's got us convinced of the quality of some shirts, and we want to be able to drape them over his chest to get an idea of how they'll look. Oh -- and over his back, too." He kept a totally innocent look through it all.
"Well, all right", she relented. TO Burt, though, she said, "And we'll talk about this later -- going into dressing rooms with customers!" She shook her head, and left.
Burt let out a massive whoosh of breath. "I thought I was going to get fired!"
Casey grinned. "Not even. How efficient is that bitch? Will she put anything on record before talking to you?"
Burt shook his head. "She might even forget it. That's a reason she's such a bitch -- she forgets things a lot, and when we do things she can't remember she takes it out on us. But I think she's putting out for the assistant manager, so she's safe."
"No woman is worth that", Casey said in a solemn tone, his eyes twinkling. Burt got it right off, and joined in the laughter.
Casey ended up buying two shirts for himself, two for Cory, and two for Casey. The last two were one for work, and one for looking good on the street. Burt showed them some low-top hiking boots on sale, Colorados, and Casey and Jaimi got three matching sets -- one for each of them and one for Cory.
At the checkout stand, where the total was seriously into three figures, Casey asked to talk to the top person at the store.
"We have a complaint form", the white-haired man said.
"Oh, it's not a complaint", Casey replied. "We just want to thank him for running a great store." The statement was so unexpected that the elderly checker pointed them to the office without further hesitation.
Once there, without Burt, Casey made simple statements about how great the service had been. "And our sales helper -- what was his name, Jaimi?"
"Burt", Jaimi said.
"Yes, Burt -- he was truly helpful! Why, we bought at least three times what we meant to! And I believe him about the quality!"
He saw the manager mouth the name "Burt", and knew their mission had been accomplished: the manager would be noting the kid as good material, and when the bitchy supervisor made a negative report, it would be put down to bitchiness. So after a few more compliments, and handshakes, they left.
"Are you sure Cory is the salesman?" Jaimi asked as he unlocked the truck.
