The Assistant

Chapter 17

We ride for about 45 minutes to get to Only Gentlemen Bespoke that's where Zweli's suit is. It's a rainy Wednesday and here in Pretoria is worse than in Joburg. I still say God's creation amazes me! We were supposed to fetch the suit tomorrow but plans changed and here we are. This tailor knows his business shame. The suits in here are what we call extremely extraordinary. They are nice.

"Ma man" the guy comes and fist bump Zwe and extends his hand for a handshake "maMtimande" he says.

"Mr Amani" I say greeting him back.

I am not surprised as to how he even pronounced my clan name the way he did. He is Nigerian and we once communicated over email when Zweli was searching for a tailor but as to where he got 'maMtimande' I don't know. He disappears to one of the doors and come back with a black garment bag

"There you go and please fit it for the last time. I know I made few touch ups. Don't be lazy also madam will decide if it looks good or not" He says.

"Do you want to see me in it or you want it to be a surprise?" Zweli asks. Hhebana!! Someone tell this guy that we are not getting married

"Ayy bo Zwelakhe it's not like you'll be walking to the alter. I prefer seeing you now because I know you'll be cussing the moment you find it not fitting on Friday" I say and they both laugh

"Okay then fitting it is" He says and walks to the room

We hold a light conversation with Chimo. His name is long and unpronounceable so He prefers being called that. Our conversation is mostly me asking how he started his company, what motivated him and where he gets his material from cause it looks top notch. Zwe calls me to the fitting. Dear faragod I hope I don't get to see a naked Zweli cause I am so going to fuck him in that room.

I stand by the door and asks what he wants. He opens and pulls me inside and closes it again. Ohh lala this fitting room is goals shame. Who does such to a mere fitting room. Anyway that's not why I am here. I look at the fine looking specimen in-front of me and swallow hard. He is so easy on the eyes!!! He clears his throat and that's when I know that I am staring

"So how do I look" he asks. This man knows he is hot so why must he do this?

"You look good, it's very elegant and classy" I say moving my eyes up and down on him. He is a fine work of art.

"Okay thank you then. I am not going there because Chimo is full of shit" he says with a smirk

I stand and look at him taking off his blazer. I help him with it. Aren't I suppose to be out. He then unzip his trousers. Holy shit Tali get the fuck out. He is left in his briefs and I cannot miss looking at the D print below his waistline. Is he semi-horny?

"Eyes here Talitha" he says with a smirk  handing me the trousers.

I take them and put them on the hanger. He is facing the door dressing up while I am facing the mirror in here and it doesn't do me any justice as it gives me a view of his buttocks. I bring myself to earth cause I can feel my nana twitching but don't blame me I am surviving on plastic Dick so it is bound to happen.

"Please don't shag in my fitting room. I'd rather give you the storage" Chimo shouts from the outside. I wouldn't mind

Zweli answers with 'fuck off man' and looks at me and we crack in laughter. Now I see why he said Chimo will talk shit. He finishes up with dressing and fixes his tie but it's a bit crooked. Should I fix him? Yes I am going to. I hang the garment bag and get close to him

"Who fixes your tie when you leave home" I ask fixing his tie. He chuckles

"MamGrace or me sometimes it's not crooked" he says