Part Time

Simon walked into the back of the club, “My brother can’t work tonight, he sent me to cover his shift” he said to the guy in the office.

“You’re a bit young, you are over 19yrs?" he guy asked, “Err yeah of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here” Simon muttered.

“Ok, get yourself downstairs and into your brothers uniform, he’s on the floor crew this week”.

Simon goes down to the basement eager to try on his brothers uniform, damn he had to pay his brother enough money to take his place tonight.

Simon turned the corner and saw a huge guy facing the wall motionless, he had the word “CREW” on his back. Simon walked over and prodded the guy, no response.

Simon remembered his brothers instructions and felt under the guys right armpit and pushed, there was a noise like escaping air and his broad back opened like huge doors, inside was hollow.

Simon stripped and put his clothes in his brother locker, Simon hoisted himself into the suit, lowering his leg, and pushing his arms into the sleeves. Simon ducked his head into the suit and up onto the head of the guy.

Just then he heard a rush of air and suddenly he was sealed in the suit and suddenly he felt at one with the suit. It felt and moved naturally and it looked amazing in the mirror.

Simon walked over and pulled on a polo shirt with the word “security” on the back, damn it was tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Just then the door opened and one of the dancers walked in…

“Curtis?” the guy said, you was about to tell him you was standing in for your brother Curtis but you just said “Yeah” with a smile.

HE closed and locked the door before walking over and kneeling before you – all you could say was “fuck!”