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Dressing up to kissDressing up to touch all this- Dressing Up – The Curei.The first one is for Lauren. She has a thing for uniforms. So do David and Charlie, apparently, but he didn’t know that. Jimmy swings his baton around a few times just to watch her blush. The intended imagery is almost too obvious.“We should do this every week,” Jimmy says during commercials, and acts like he doesn’t notice that all three of them are looking at him like they want nothing more than to tear off the uniform right then and there.Instead they all nod vaguely, and Jimmy smirks.He shows up at Lauren’s dressing room after the show, wearing the uniform.“Good evening, miss. I’m going to have to ask you a few questions regarding some unprofessional conduct this evening.”Lauren’s cheeks turn red as she runs her eyes over him. “What do you mean, officer?”“Do you mind if I come in?”She steps back instantly and lets him in. When Jimmy locks the door, she inhales sharply.“Now then,” he says, keeping his voice authoritative. “I believe you were staring at me.”Lauren whimpers.She knocks his hat off when she throws herself at him. Jimmy smiles and runs his hands up under her dress. ii.David doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants, how to express his desires, but lucky for him, Jimmy can read people.And it wasn’t just the SAS costume that made David squirm.It was the gloves.Jimmy saw him watching and curled his fingers around the rope.He still wears the whole costume to David’s dressing room, but he puts his gloved hand on David’s neck as the first thing.David makes a strangled sound, blushes, and tries to pull back. Jimmy tightens his grip.“Do you want to know how they feel around your cock?” Jimmy asks, not even bothering with the character.“What?” David stammers.“The gloves,” Jimmy says, and slides his hand down David’s front, grapping David’s hardening cock.David almost sobs. Jimmy takes pity on him and kisses him hard, working David’s trousers open while he backs him up against the nearest wall.“Why-”“Shh,” Jimmy cuts him off, curling his fingers around David’s erection, tugging firmly. The fingerless leather gloves are deliciously soft against his hands, and he imagines they feel the same around David’s cock.David’s head falls back against the wall. He moans, and he squirms, and Jimmy loves every second. iii.Drag is Charlie’s weak point. There wasn’t anything sexy about the bank lady, and still Jimmy saw him squirming. So he ups the ante and dons a platinum blonde wig and fake eyelashes, playing to ditsy blonde in the Gaddafi sketch. He can see Charlie hide his erection from across the studio.He puts on the wig and reapplies his make-up, and goes to find Charlie engrossed in some script. He doesn’t even notice him before Jimmy is standing right in front of him.The skirt wasn’t a part of his original costume, but he found one for this.Charlie’s eyes travel from he high heels, up Jimmy’s legs, body, and land on his face. Jimmy gives him his best sultry look and purses his lips.“Where would you like to go, sir?”Charlie drops his manuscript, and whatever sharp remarks he might have on the tip of his tongue disappear when Jimmy crawls onto his lap, tossing the blonde hair over his shoulder.“Paradise, perhaps?”Charlie nods mutely, his head falling back when Jimmy grinds down against his dick. When Jimmy slides to the floor and undoes his fly, Charlie is almost gasping for breath.“You’ve got it, sir.” iv.They figured him out quickly enough, of course. Jimmy would have been disappointed if they hadn’t.The thing that surprises him is that he isn’t in any kind of costume when they corner him in his dressing room, David holding the vest from earlier and Lauren, to Jimmy’s utter delight, holding the handcuffs.“Take your jacket off,” David orders him, his voice trembling. He clearly hasn’t done anything like this before.Jimmy shrugs off his jacket and pulls the vest on when it is handed to him. He stands completely still while Charlie tugs his tie loose and Lauren circles him, pulling his hands around to his back and handcuffing him.“Get on your knees now, Jimmy.”He can barely focus, he is so bloody turned on. He drops to his knees, looking up at them with unabashed hunger, trying to guess which of them will act first.It’s Lauren, perching herself on the edge of his dressing table and hitching up her skirt. She isn’t wearing any knickers.“Be a good boy now.”Charlie’s fingers knit themselves in Jimmy’s hair and when he pushes Jimmy’s face toward Lauren’s cunt, Jimmy moans with delight.This went better than he expected.