“I never thought a public auction could be so fun,” you giggled, eyeing the prizes.
“Isn’t it a little… sexist?” Hitoka asked timidly, sipping her champagne, her cheeks tinted pink and steadily rising in color.
“My, my, never would have pegged our little Yacchan as pervy. It’s not that kind of auction sweetie.”
The pink flushed to scarlet and her ability to speak became nonexistent.
Shimizu sighed, “She’s just teasing, Hitoka-chan.”
You chuckled, patting the little blonde on the head then turned your attention to your bid sheet, eyes flicking up and down as you searched out number tags to go with the small bios written on the page.
#1: Sawamura Daichi, police officer. Officer Sawamura has been on the force for four years. A steadfast law enforcer, he has multiple arrests to his credit and is training with the K-9 unit along side his pitbull, Tanaka. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the K-9 unit’s retirement program, launched to allow officers and their retired dogs not to be parted at the end of their term.
“Ooooo, Yui-chan, he looks right up your alley,” you said, pointing out the dashing policeman across the room. “Damn he looks good in that uniform, doesn’t he?”
“Hey, now who’s the perve?” she asked.
“I never said I wasn’t one. And look who’s talking, miss “hasn’t taken her eyes off that broad back since I pointed him out”?”
“That is a rather long name,” Shimizu mused.
You all giggled.
“Hmmmm, let’s see, who’s next,” you murmured.
#3: Semi Eita, firefighter. Semi Eita, alongside being a very astute and admired firefighter, is considered among his peers an arson specialist, working closely with law enforcement on suspicious fires. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the youth center located near his firehouse where he and his fellow firemen invest time building up the kids through sports and educational assistance programs.
You looked back up, catching sight of him immediately. It was a little disappointing that he wasn’t wearing turnouts but you supposed it wouldn’t have been appropriate given the semi-black tie affair attire.
Oh well, you could always imagine it.
“Oh! Let’s make this night a bit more fun, since the likelihood of our affording these hunks of beef are slim to none,” Saeko said, a bit louder than she should but she was buzzed and there would be no stopping her.
Hitoka and Yui looked ready to bolt but you and Shimizu kept hold of them. “What do you have in mind?” you asked.
Saeko grinned, pulling out her phone. “It’s this new app I found, called DARE. You press this button and it spits out a list of dares varying in point value. The higher the risk the higher the points. And it deducts points if you don’t do anything from the list.”
“Sounds fun, I’m in,” you said.
Saeko entered all your names and handed the phone to you. “Bravest goes first!”
You pressed the button and a list of three dares popped up.
- Take an embarrassing selfie and post it as your profile picture
- Ask a stranger to style your hair and keep it that way for the rest of the day
- Use a lame/embarrassing/suggestive pick up line on your crush
With a wry grin, you said, “I’ll do number three,” and handed the phone to Saeko.
You touched up your makeup and hair, then throwing a wink to the girls, made your way to a small cluster of men, in which contained the object of your affection– for the evening at least.
“Excuse me,” you said and they all stopped talking to look at you. You kept your eyes solely fixed on the ash blonde firefighter. “I just wanted to let you know, that I’d slide down your pole anytime.”
There was a pause then Semi Eita tilted his head and said, “That’s an urban myth, you know. Building codes don’t allow for holes in the floor since someone could fall through or let go of the pole, falling and injuring themselves.”
You blinked up at him, then burst out laughing. Reaching up, you tapped the lapel of his suit. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you said, then turned and sashayed away.
From behind you heard someone, the redhead you supposed, cackling. “SemiSemi you moron, you couldn’t get a better opening line than that! Go after her, you doof!”
“Shut up Tendou!”
BONUS:
It was a few weeks later when you found yourself pressed to a wall, Semi’s mouth on your neck. You sighed, carding your fingers through his hair and gasping as his hand pushed past the waistline of your shorts.
“I seem to remember being called to put out a fire, but you’re wet enough to do it yourself,” he mumbled against your flesh, his fingers diving into your heat.
Your head fell back, breath coming a bit faster as you stared at each other through half lidded eyes. “Then burn me, Eita,” you whispered.
He withdrew, whipping off his shirt before stooping to fling you over his shoulder into the classic fireman’s carry and headed to your bedroom.
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