3. Xander

Chapter 3

Xander

When Becca left at two, the store was empty. Within an hour, there were six people in the store, three of whom were waiting for fittings.

I did my best to manage everybody, but it made me realize that Becca and Ryan were severely underpaid. And Ryan was definitely getting an equity position in the company.

Dealing with first-timers was exhausting. The store had finally cleared out about twenty minutes before closing, and I was about to flip the sign and just close up early when the bell above the door rang, and one last customer snuck inside.

Well, shit.

“Hi there. Welcome to Xander’s Dry Designs.”

It must’ve been drizzling outside because the man shook some water out of his hair and then looked up, finally making eye contact with me. “Thanks, and hi. I’m glad you’re open. I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it in time.” His dark eyes were enchanting as he looked into mine.

“You’re just in time. Last customer of the night.”

“Cool.” He stood up straighter and brushed a few drops off his coat. “One of my colleagues recommended I come here to pick up some work shirts. Like, dress shirts.” He looked around to make sure we were alone and then took a step closer to me. “Layering my T-shirts isn’t cutting it these days, if you know what I mean?”

“Indeed, I do.” I waved him toward the section with business attire. “I can tell just by looking at you that you should be able to wear most of our Large shirts off the rack, but I’m happy to do a sizing if you’re looking for something with a more tailored fit.”

“No, off the rack is perfect. I just need some shirts that will get me through the day and maybe a few things I can wear on the weekend and to the gym.”

“Sure thing.” I started pulling hangers off the racks and handing them to him. He had a nice physique that was easy to fit, so I was confident he could wear almost anything.

The man looked down at the growing pile in his arms and cocked his head. “I probably just need a few things. Two or three to start with.”

“Yeah, of course. But these all fit slightly differently. I think they’ll all look good on you, but for your comfort level, it’s a good idea to try on several different cuts, and then we’ll make a note of what you like and don’t like so the next time you come, you can quickly just grab what you want…” I didn’t want to be evasive, so I kept going. “Or you can even shop from the website, so you don’t have to come in.” I was proud of our website but hoped he wouldn’t take me up on that offer because it would be a shame if he never came back into the store. “There’s a changing room back here. Let me know if you need anything.”

He walked toward one of the changing rooms without looking back. “Okay, thanks, man.”

While he was changing, I flipped the sign to closed and locked the door. I didn’t want anyone else to walk in. This guy seemed just green enough that he might need some extra time and privacy, and I didn’t want anyone to scare him away. Also, I was dead-ass tired and really just wanted to go home.

A few minutes later, the guy walked out in one of my best-selling shirts, looking like a runway model. It tapered at the waist, but it was such a gradual angle that you didn’t really notice anything other than the fact that the person wearing it looked like a god. And it’s definitely doing that job with this man.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the counter. “Damn, you look nice.”

He smiled and smoothed down the front of the shirt. “Yeah, it feels really good. Usually, dress shirts are so uncomfortable because I’ve got several undershirts on underneath them. So this feels especially light and gives me lots of mobility.”

“You’ll never wear another undershirt again.” That was one of my guarantees for the average flow. “How often do you have to empty out?”

“Is there such a thing? I just free-leak throughout the day, and that’s always worked in the past, but I’ve been under stress at work, so it’s flowing more prolifically.”

I’d heard the term “free leaking” but didn’t understand why someone with hyperproduction would do it. It sounded miserable and uncomfortable…and maybe a bit stinky at the end of the day. All things that wouldn’t be an issue in my clothes. “But you pump sometimes, right?”

“With a machine, no. Sometimes, I’ll use my hand in the shower just to get some out, but that doesn’t do a whole lot.”

“No, I wouldn’t imagine it does much. How long since your milk came in?”

He slipped his hand around the back of his head and looked up at the ceiling like he was thinking. “I guess the first time, I was maybe a sophomore or junior in high school. It was always really light, so I didn’t think much of it. And in college, it wasn’t a problem. But I started a new job recently, and it seems like with stress comes milk.” The man chuckled dryly. “You would think it was the opposite. Like, my body would stop doing things when I was stressed out. But nope, it just doesn’t work that way.”

“I see. Are you part of The Lactin brotherhood?” I hadn’t seen him at any of the local meetings but he could be part of a different chapter. They were all over the world.

“No. I keep hearing good things, so I need to check them out. I’ve just been lazy and in a bit of denial about dealing with my situation. But, now, I think those days are over.”

I sucked in a deep inhale and tapped my finger to my jaw. “I have a couple different pumps that I sell here. I don’t put them out because they aren’t big sellers, but I have a few clients who go through them fairly regularly, so I keep them on hand. May I show you a couple?”

He looked somewhat mortified by the suggestion, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, I think I have to explore all options at this point. I can’t keep hiding my chest from clients when I leak through.”

“Well, when you’re wearing my clothes, you should be safe. Unless you’re literally just pouring out, you won’t leak through. But the panels will get saturated eventually and drip down to the regular cotton if you have a really heavy flow. But when you’re wearing regular clothes, you’re gonna need to take some precautionary steps.” I pulled out a small manual pump and a more advanced home model that was heavy duty and fast, but not easy to travel with. “Pumping every morning and maybe every evening should make a big difference.” I glanced over at him as I started unboxing both options to show him. “You’ve really never even tried to pump before?”

“No, never. The closest I ever got was one time when my partner… Well, you know.” He grinned, and his neck flushed pink. “But it kinda freaked us both out and… I never tried it again.”

It wasn’t my business to be giving him advice on his personal life, but he came into my store for help, and I wasn’t gonna let him leave without it. “May I be frank?”

He chuckled and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Of course.”

Pumping on a regular basis will solve at least fifty percent of your leakage problems. But a partner to orally drain you will change your life.” I couldn’t hold back a grin of my own. “There’s a pretty big community of people like myself,” I added, not so subtly. “People who have a bit of… Well, let’s just call it a milk finish. Finding someone to visit with you daily, weekly, or even monthly, if that’s all you’re comfortable with, will go a long way toward helping your comfort level.”

“So, like, asking a stranger? Is there some place I can put up an ad for someone to come to my house and suck out my milk?” He laughed awkwardly, like he was joking, but also afraid it wasn’t a joke.

“In short, yes, you can do that. That’s also why TLB is such a great resource. You’re gonna meet guys in your exact situation who are at various stages of handling their flow. Some are pumping and selling their milk and have built quite a lucrative business out of it. Some just pump and dump. And some basically get paid to have partners come and drink directly from them. It can be more than that if you’d like it to be, but it doesn’t have to be.” I took a deep breath and tried to be as casual as possible. “I, myself, have a few people that I visit once or twice a week because I enjoy the act of drinking directly from the source. It can be sexual, but it can also be completely clinical. You have a lot of options, and I hope you’ll at least consider some that will make your day-to-day life more comfortable.”

With his hands still in his pockets, I couldn’t help but notice when he tried to shift his dick as it grew in his work slacks. “Yeah, okay. I think you make some valid points, and I’ll definitely consider all of them. I’ll take this shirt.” He patted his chest. “In blue, white, and gray. And also a couple T-shirts.” He looked at his watch and it was just after closing time. “I should let you get going, so if you could just ring me up, I’ll go change.”

“Sure thing.” Once again, I’d completely overstepped. That was why I liked Ryan to interact with the customers. I loved talking to them and getting to know their needs, but I had a bad habit of imposing my own experiences and personal opinions when they were not necessarily requested or appreciated.